HAMLET MY FRIEND- HOW DO YOU DO?

Refreshing the paradigm to truly configure what is quiet the case with Hamlet. No, why quiet so! So.. so eh, what to say? He is audible yes, condescending yes, but where goes his ringing sense as he whooped a dagger dagger play.

“I will speak daggers to her.”

How now, that its your beloved’s father. Should I centre the foci or no foci is centre itself. In Shakesperean play, the true strength of dramatic propensity and vivid chore of what’s of mouth to chew in as it gets its hands on gum ..and sweetly blow. I found it there. A great grand wild in the exodus mind that propels and fore against mashes of man, dust, and nature. He is striving against that thing, ..in becoming a well what to say. I am not as verbosy as Hamlet is, I suppose. He and his assailable hacks of nature leaves nature at dispense itself. But evil is not to surrender. For its not nature? Anomoly of human is in ‘action’. Fore he does one, he need do contemplate one. Don’t you get your elders siege and biege on that till you grow old yourself and think it your duty to screw little heads. Contemplation, meditation… , a kind of thing that doesn’t reciprocates action?

“..wings as swift As meditation…”

But do you think all things of nature are in reciprocal relation? Just how many get reciprocated? Just think on it. His is the fuss on benign of villainy that is all action? Aey, cut chew on this one.. In dramas, just who is more action: Hero or villain? But yea yea, he do, our dear Hamlet acts ..but acts in nerves? But that’s the difference. Oh, now that I think of it, can you think essential outmark difference between a hero and villain ..on lines that threads them apart [aside that evil and virtue. Even to that, now universally granted a hero necessarily not be virtuous. If you need hook on what I am saying, just fuss about any modern drama. Okay.] An actor prior to a damper? Is that so? But that’s substantialy subjective. But hey if drama is objective, where exactly and it gets directed for? For the hellish numbers of drama written and produced.. why note that junk. It defies the very appel to appaling effect. So, the point of view.. is what rolls the ball as subjective or objective? That its arc of adam’s impulse that grades and grands as it pleases? A lease on that one please. Ho, a shudder in brokenhood. Hamlet’s broken. Yet yet yet, to forth ove on next leveing this one,  I hit on why why you say or propose “Oedipus Complex” ..as if he had such subjections, his melancholy at his dead father is not justified. For Oedipus implies an intrisicty to wish forth mother’s love and killing one’s father. And that’s his father, the senior Hamlet. Smash goes your theory dear theorists! And what of delay of dear murderous instinct you want to say? The exact proposition in his DELAY arrives at that you imply he wanted a murder attempt. An attempt is a thing to be delayed yes. But THAT was not an attempt! He sought a better case for his father pinned in purgatory.

“Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
A couch for luxury and damnèd incest.”

His wishes withal, rampant in cope with sense to unsense to plot a seek unto Claudius. Vain how callous in induct that he like a nobler as would, to challenge and acclaim publicly, ..he lie secretly in ambush. But that’s a rat or cat? A latter or prior, yes but is by radical lecture of mind seeking ..seekth forgery out. To lie and land unto frailty beyond, the rapacious cleave of venge’. He prolled about in his nook, ..in consistent mime to reap gain against concotion of dabbed in the pug of his allied life. Is life his ally? Or sense yes? No. He is out of it? And he CHOOSES to? In dire identity, he called forth his tragic flaw. In scum’s sought, you rally ‘gainst to pry fore ALL scum. That’s he duely rolls forth. That’s his tragedy. A recur of unsense choiced out of sense to rally aginst vulgarity could be very gradable sort of tragedy, ..and thus gradeably felt. To purr in lieu, you can’t pull. ‘Cause you are a monopoly of life. And life if rolled, shall boggle polyrinse.

“Does it not, think'st thee, stand me now upon--
He that hath kill'd my king and whored my mother,
Popp'd in between the election and my hopes,
Thrown out his angle for my proper life,
And with such cozenage--is't not perfect conscience,
To quit him with this arm? “  

In retrica of bid of melancholy he is driven, whither he wisheth to steer forth end.. like any man would. A Shakesperean dramatic action with its three componential instrumentalities.. “Thread”, “Movement”, and “Collision”.. riddles forth a row against the wave, consequently breach to suffer.

“To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?

His madness is a feigned breach. And suffers as in the wreck of his conflict. This, the inner conflict anon rolls dump and ho delineates a nigger of fashion of pain feigned in MADNESS. In notorious guise, it oft lends you its identity. You are outrun by its name. Even if:

“..the time is out of joint.”

..you shall kneed a face. And hampers shall bog thy vision if you had any. And haste shall stomp on thee its lid. And nettle of pod shall sickle life unto reel. Where it pleases thence. Hamlet’s a bleak rudder of each striven soul… . We get to meet him now and then, but little do vision aid, lol :v .

 

#Adieus