<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 23:00:53 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Q1: The Bad Hamlet</title><description>A play/production notebook created by the actress playing 'gertred'/the ghost.</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-5941804438043072285</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2007 06:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-02T01:34:33.152-05:00</atom:updated><title>Butoh Fu for The Ghost of Hamlet’s Flesh</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Something is rotten in Denmark. Old Hamlet’s putrid flesh decomposes but will not surrender its ghost. Manifold earth would take the decomposing flesh as its own, but the flesh cannot surrender its elemental nature until the usurped monarchy is brought back into the natural order of the universe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;img title="waguri" alt="waguri" src="http://ratconference.com/ratsass/waguri2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="waguri" href="http://www.otsukimi.net/koz/e_bk_seven.html" target="_blank"&gt;waguri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Old Hamlet rises as a frightful Frankenstein of disparate elements out of the bowels of the putrefied kingdom. As sovereign king on earth he summons all of nature to the place of his murder, the site where the natural order was usurped. At this Orchard of Crime, all flora and fauna begin to misbehave. Half-ripened fruit falls prematurely to the ground, fermenting into a stew of alcohol on which the bionetwork will feed. All of the court and Denmark will become drunk with the poison of the crime, but none so much as the son Hamlet, flesh of the flesh of the disintegrating realm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;img title="atsushi" alt="atsushi" src="http://ratconference.com/ratsass/atsushi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="atsushi workshop" href="http://www.jinen-butoh.com/workshop_e.html" target="_blank"&gt;atsushi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flesh in this usurped kingdom and unnatural world is no longer subservient. Old Hamlet/Claudius are the same flesh and blood. The kingdom is now ruled by the gangrene of this dual King, who is both living and dead. This dead and dying flesh must be amputated, purged and burnt away. The elements Fire, Earth, Air, Water convene to contain this rebellion of unholy flesh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am thy father's spirit, doomed for a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To walk the night, and all the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confined in flaming fire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the foul crimes done in my days of Nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are purged and burnt away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;img title="kasai" alt="kasai" src="http://ratconference.com/ratsass/kasai.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the rebellious flesh will not surrender dominion over earth. The diseased family unit is the unholy trinity at the core of the kingdom. The Father, Son, and Unholy Ghost. Gertred animates not so much the dead king as the dead and dying gangrened flesh of the First Family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;img title="diego" alt="diego" src="http://ratconference.com/ratsass/diego2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="diego" href="http://www.diegopinon.com/" target="_blank"&gt;diego&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The earth in the Orchard is moist, almost alive in the fermentation of the fallen, decaying fruit. Flesh would differentiate itself from the other elements. Wind/Air is breath. Rain/Water is saliva. Earth amalgamated with muddy flesh of fallen fruit. The moldering rot gathers its body together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The body of many rises from the ground. The eyes look backward into the hollow head in an attempt to see the tail being pulled from the earth. Wind enters through the anus, swirls in the stomach, up through the throat, but cannot escape the mouth, returning back through the body. Moist humid air enters the mouth to become saliva. This water and air would gather into Fighting Words. This body cannot speak yet but may be able to Spit Nails in its anger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;img title="su-en" alt="su-en" src="http://ratconference.com/ratsass/su-en.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="su-en" href="http://www.suenbutohcompany.net/" target="_blank"&gt;su-en&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who has better teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood or the stone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-5941804438043072285?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/12/butoh-fu-for-ghost-of-hamlets-flesh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (silent nic@knight)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-7398080704164554949</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 02:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-15T22:53:04.531-04:00</atom:updated><title>More Mike</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.indietheater.org/blogmc/archives/41"&gt;Mike came back &lt;/a&gt;with some great analogies, although I would argue that those are precisely what make the play universal and enduring through the ages, and don't so much explain its heightened popularity these days in particular (if indeed that's even the case, as Mike himself queries). It's probably safe to say that teenagers have always been moody and rebellious and that heartbreak and hardship go way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yet, there are other ways of looking at Hamlet’s appeal. One of the things about it that jumps out at me these days is its function as the archetypal dysfunctional family story. In a culture that has now been overrun by such tales, from &lt;em&gt;Death of a Salesman&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Cat on a Hot Tin Roof&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;American Beauty&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Little Miss Sunshine&lt;/em&gt;, no one does it better than Shakespeare. In a sense, Hamlet is the original moody goth; his mother and stepfather are the predecessors to all those beastly parents who’d rather spend the weekend dining at the country club than having quality time at home with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other aspect of Hamlet that stands out for me is its depiction of a man who is heartbroken by everything he holds dear to him - life, his family, his friends, his girlfriend, etc. The aggregate amount of misfortunes that fall on Hamlet’s head simultaneously short circuit both his ability to mend himself and his sense of social decorum. Politeness goes out the window as Hamlet lashes out at the world for his pain. Such emotions are familiar to anyone who has ever lost a parent, gone through a divorce, been dumped by a partner, or [insert your choice of hardship here].&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;The beguiling and awe-inspiring (and addicting) thing about the text that you learn over time is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, that’s just how I feel today. Ask me again tomorrow and I might say something different. But, as [Peter] Brook so astutely points out, whatever I say tomorrow would most likely be supported by the text.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-7398080704164554949?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-mike.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-8902022634481565187</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jul 2007 05:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-15T22:03:37.920-04:00</atom:updated><title>Post Mortem</title><description>Over on &lt;a href="http://www.indietheater.org/blogmc/archives/40"&gt;nytheatre mike's blog&lt;/a&gt;, he queried today why Peter Brook called &lt;em&gt;Hamlet&lt;/em&gt; “the greatest experimental work of all.” And, "What is it about this play that still compels us after 400 years?" And, more particularly, "Why is it on the mind of so many different theatre artists all the time right now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response in his comment section:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Michael, like the Ghost in Hamlet, I fear you’ve been sent by the devil to torture me. Just when I vowed to quit the play cold turkey -- I am under so much time pressure from other projects and the universe is begging me to move on -- you’ve delivered me back into its clutches at all hours of the night…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background: I was in a production of the first quarto of Hamlet in July of 06, playing Gertrude and the Ghost. Was so gripped by it that I searched for a way to remount it. Meanwhile, I studied the play – after the first run I knew I had only scratched the surface. Took a class dedicated solely to it taught by a wonderful woman named Annie Occhiogrosso who has studied it for 30+ years and lost not an ounce of passion for it. Finally got accepted into the Brick’s Pretentious Festival this June. Was able to reassemble the entire team and rehearse for 6 weeks, beginning where we left off a year earlier, for a mere four-day run. (We’re the “of it” link in your “four/different/productions/of it.”) Wrote a blog during that time dedicated to dissecting it, to which I posted 64 entries in 2 ½ months (badhamlet.blogspot.com). Ended the one-year journey through it bereft and lonely at its loss, knowing it probably doesn’t have another life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, like a voice from deep within me, you wanna know why. Keeping in mind that there have been centuries and piles and piles of smarter words than mine dedicated to this question, I’ll take a relatively off-the-cuff stab... Maybe because the play is all about deceit? Levels of complicit lies we tell? To others and, perhaps most importantly, to ourselves? Beginning with our inability to face up to the fact that we’re going to die and to act accordingly towards our fellow humans? About how hard it is to muster sincerity and honesty in our dealings with each other, even knowing we’re mortal? Even with the people we share our most profound life experiences with? Even with family? And this makes everyone ultimately lonely, whether they know it or not? And these things just become more nagging as we age, but only in proportion to the degree in which we’re capable of living an examined life in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to why it is on the minds of so many different theatre artists all the time right now… I went to a reading recently by my friend &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/joshuafurst"&gt;Josh Furst&lt;/a&gt;. He’s got a novel coming out in a month. Afterwards, the audience was clearly moved. I told him how comforting it was to hear his words, which were powerful, complex, gripping inquiries into his characters’ souls. He knew of my post-Hamlet blues and how hard it was to explain them to anyone. He said, “Yeah, it’s a strange mood in the country these days. Not much into introspection.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-8902022634481565187?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/07/hamlet-post-mortem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-3720347434115927182</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Jun 2007 04:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-30T01:25:00.507-04:00</atom:updated><title>~ The End ~  .....(or is it?)</title><description>It's been another great ride. And it's even harder to let go this time than it was last year. For one thing, the production is even more refined and nuanced. We found so much in this bottomless pit of a play. And of course there's less likelihood that we will get yet another chance to perform it. Yup, we're all pretty sad puppies right about now. But then again, who knows what lies ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Union rules prevented us from recording the show. Which isn't all that sad because generally, unless you shoot with great cameras and from several angles, theater tends to look pretty awful on video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it'll have to live in our memories, until... (dare I hope???)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-3720347434115927182?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/end.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-6294361705575284696</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Jun 2007 04:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-30T00:40:25.225-04:00</atom:updated><title>The final act... weeeeeeeeeeeeeee</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/h8Yar5pYHO8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/h8Yar5pYHO8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amazing how many scenes from Hamlet you can find on YouTube... But I love this one. Carefree, hormones raging, the pure joy of theater...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-6294361705575284696?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/final-act-weeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-4400218689110844521</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Jun 2007 15:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-23T13:59:15.814-04:00</atom:updated><title>nytheatre.com review</title><description>A &lt;a href="http://www.nytheatre.com/nytheatre/prnn/393.htm"&gt;great review&lt;/a&gt; just came out... yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-4400218689110844521?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/nytheatrecom-review.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-2408957740515524618</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jun 2007 01:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-26T17:19:57.043-04:00</atom:updated><title>Here we are...</title><description>Wow, crazy... one day in the space with the platforms and the coffin, one cue-to-cue, one run through in costume and... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tada&lt;/span&gt;... tomorrow we open. Then we'll have 3 more shows and it's over. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;. But I suppose it's only fitting that the no-frills &lt;em&gt;Hamlet&lt;/em&gt; gets the drive-through, or should that be drive-by?, production process. And besides...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our second time around, so it's not really true. In fact, I AM SO PSYCHED because everything I was dreaming about at the end of the run in July 06 -- the all but impossible -- HAS OCCURRED. Talk about feeling like this was meant to be (there goes that magical thinking again!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We found a way to produce the show again without paying an arm and a leg. God bless the Brick people and their incredibly generous spirits. As one of the early purveyors of the &lt;a href="http://www.ratconference.com/"&gt;rat&lt;/a&gt; m.o. of theater production, it's totally thrilling to see the 'big cheap' ethic alive and well in NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We managed to reassemble the ENTIRE cast for this second go-around, albeit by the skin of our teeth, which made it feel even more meant-to-be. After everyone was contacted and there was unanimous excitement about the opportunity to remount the show, and everyone miraculously was free for a late June run (including the Pretentious calendar), Cynthia and Meghan pored over each of our copious conflicts 'til they were cross-eyed and managed to hammer out a reasonable rehearsal schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And most importantly, we got that rarest of opportunities to take an already great production of an awe-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;inspiring&lt;/span&gt; play and to continue to mine the depths of both, complete with Meghan and the rest of New World and Al and of course my anchor (inasmuch as I can ever get steady), Nick -- check out his &lt;a href="http://ratconference.com/blog/?p=71"&gt;butoh fu for &lt;em&gt;The Ghost of Hamlet's Flesh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. And then we managed to be further blessed with Amanda. It's always possible to do another production of Hamlet and I hope to some time. But this is an extraordinary group of people - disciplined, talented, big-hearted and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FUU&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;UU&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;UNNNNNNNNNNN&lt;/span&gt; like you wouldn't believe. How often do you get that in one package, I ask you?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-2408957740515524618?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/here-we-are.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-3885663859749636282</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2007 04:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-20T00:18:35.632-04:00</atom:updated><title>Nearing the End</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"If danger be now, why then it is not to come. There's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;predestinate&lt;/span&gt; providence in the fall of a sparrow."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This passage alludes to the Bible, Matthew 10.20: "Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing, and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father?" Meaning God has a plan for the least of us that we cannot escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, Q1 is short by comparison to F and Q2. But this, to me, is a particularly good example of where the brevity of Q1 enhances the impact because it is more readily understood in performance, especially by those unfamiliar with the play. If Shakespeare is meant to be performed not read, as Tim's old high school English teacher said, then the above is more accessible and impacting in performance than:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special&lt;br /&gt;providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now,&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; not to come; if it be not to come, it will be&lt;br /&gt;now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the&lt;br /&gt;readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he&lt;br /&gt;leaves, what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;is't&lt;/span&gt; to leave betimes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long or short, it is sweet text that hurts the heart in much the same way that Hamlet himself describes when he learns of the duel: "Believe me, Horatio, my heart is on the sudden very sore all here about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still, he rejects ‘augury,’ any attempt to read the tea leaves in order to take steps accordingly and instead accepts his destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows, from the beginning when the Ghost appears to him, that he must, eventually, confront the King -- "oh cursed spite that ever I was born to set it right" -- and that it will cost him his life. Now he realizes the time is upon him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this line, Hamlet's restless anxiety of “to be or not to be” gives way to a “let be” of God’s plan. (Or is it Satan's? Does it matter? One doesn't exist without the other). And in this final, heartbreaking giving up/giving in there resides finally, paradoxically, also the resolve to act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-3885663859749636282?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/nearing-end-part-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-7023255994828945877</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Jun 2007 19:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-17T15:23:50.996-04:00</atom:updated><title>Q&amp;A with Tim Sheridan</title><description>In 2003, Tim Sheridan produced and played Horatio in a production of the First Quarto &lt;em&gt;Hamlet&lt;/em&gt;, directed by Andrew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Borba&lt;/span&gt;, at Theatre of NOTE in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Los&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Angeles&lt;/span&gt;. The production &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dramaturg&lt;/span&gt; was Kathleen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Irace&lt;/span&gt;, editor of the version we're using. Details and some photos of the production were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;outlined&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;em&gt;Hamlet: The Texts of 1603 and 1623 (Arden Shakespeare: Third Series) -- &lt;/em&gt;"They chose an intimate indoor set, furnished like a library, they dressed the actors in vaguely Victorian or Edwardian costumes, and they cast a woman as Hamlet." Tim was kind enough to give us some further, pretty illuminating, insight into his production:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1) Why did you decide to cast a woman as Hamlet? What were you exploring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprisingly, we get this question all the time. It's a two-part answer: The very bland truth is that Alina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Phelan&lt;/span&gt; came to the audition and blew the roof off the place. She was the best actor who auditioned for the role, and therefore won it! Usually, people are disappointed by this answer, as they expect we had some sort of important message in casting a woman; if there is a message, I suppose it's that, when producing a text such as this that has been neglected or overlooked - we have an even greater responsibility to present it in the best light possible! She was the best, and we wouldn't settle for less. That's the first part; now the second: There was an interesting byproduct to Alina's casting. I, in my arrogance, had expected that doing the Q1 text was more than enough to get people to the theater. The director, Andrew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Borba&lt;/span&gt;, was much smarter. He knew that we needed to play up in the press the fact that we had cast a woman - just to show people (who were mostly ignorant of Q1) that we were doing something different and exciting that was worth their time. Once we had them in the theater, then we could excite them about the text!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2) How did you decide upon the indoor library setting and the "vaguely Victorian or Edwardian costumes"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wish I could claim credit, but again these were the brilliant ideas of our director and our terrific production staff. The important thing about the library is that it was in a state of massive decay. On one very practical level, the set was meant to symbolize the erosion of the state in the play. We basically took a cue from Hamlet's unflattering descriptions of Denmark, his uncle, in comparison to Denmark, his father, and then brought that to the physical world of the piece. On another level, this was in keeping with the main theme of the production, which was that we were creating new life inside something very old, very established and, to a large extent, run-down (referring to Hamlet in general). Wardrobe has always been the easiest way to convey chronological setting. We felt it was important to set the production somewhere in the past - and we agonized for much of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-production and then even into rehearsals over when to set it. We wanted to be careful not to look like we were making political or historical arguments and/or judgments, which unfortunately you so often see in Shakespeare productions. Some people seem to think that since they're in the public domain, these texts are their own personal blank canvases; those productions invariably end up imposing a logic upon the text that Shakespeare did not intend and which, therefore, works against the true merits of the play. If you want to know how to produce Shakespeare, simply take Hamlet's advice to the players and keep it simple and honest. Back to the wardrobe: one of our main goals was for our audiences to walk away thinking of Q1 as a perfectly viable and playable text. We thought we'd play upon the common prejudice that "good" and "legitimate" Shakespeare is regal and heavily costumed. We wanted the audience to know that we were taking this very seriously and that, therefore, they ought to as well; hence, the Victorian/Edwardian wardrobe. That sort of consideration isn't something you see a lot of in L.A. Shakespeare, and I assume it's why ended up being nominated for Best Costumes at that year's Ovation Awards (L.A.'s "equivalent" to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tonys&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3) You had a fascinating beginning to the play. How did you arrive at using the First Player performing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pyrrhus&lt;/span&gt; speech as the context for announcing old Hamlet's death ("presumably") to Hamlet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally against it! And I was totally wrong! Remember that our goal was to show people right away that this text was not what they were accustomed to. Andrew knew that the opening scene (and every scene with Marcellus!) was too similar to the Q2 and Folio versions to get that message across right from the start. So he concocted that "moment before" which opened every show and showed the audience that they were about to see something they'd never seen before. All I can say is that I was very lucky to have found Andrew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Borba&lt;/span&gt; - the guy's a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4) I was intrigued by Rob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kendt's&lt;/span&gt; calling the production "found-art 'outsider' Shakespeare, as richly revealing as any post-modernist deconstruction." Inasmuch as you understand at all what he meant, could you elaborate on/take a stab at this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Isn't that a great quote? What I especially love is that he completely got what we were going for without any coaching or program notes. Success! We produced Q1 in 2003, on the 400&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary of its publication. Yet very few (even Shakespeare lovers) knew of its existence! This was a great experiment; we were confident the text was playable as written, but we would never truly know until we actually did it. Then when it all started coming together, though we had been confident, we couldn't help but enjoy feeling like we had uncovered something special. Many folks who came to see the show have told me they experienced the same rush I had felt years before when I, quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt;, happened upon Q1 in the Florida State University library - "Wow! What is this that I've stumbled upon??" It's virtually impossible to get that kind of rush from a 400 year old text, and I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kendt&lt;/span&gt; was verbalizing the excitement we were all feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5) Why did you decide to cut the Ghost's appearance in the closet scene? And to have Hamlet speak the lines instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is a terrific illustration of why I should never direct. Throughout the production, I (along with our amazing and gracious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dramaturg&lt;/span&gt;, Kathi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Irace&lt;/span&gt;) was the champion of the text "as written." If I had been in charge creatively, we would've ended up with a live version of the play exactly "as written," which would've been very authentic, very structured and VERY BORING! Andrew came in and right away said "Tim, I'm going to direct Hamlet. Period." I told him he had my total support as long as he didn't alter a word of the Q1 text. He completely agreed and it was as simple as that. As far as this particular scene, Andrew always tried to keep us remembering that, in a lot of ways, Hamlet is a ghost story - and it therefore be scary! I think we felt that a guy onstage looking 'ghostly' (especially after having already seen him twice) was less freaky than if young Hamlet became possessed by Old Hamlet right in front of the audience. I mean - it's like 'The Exorcist' - how scary is that? Wish you'd seen it. Still gives me chills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6) How long was your run and how would you describe your audience response to the Q1 version?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were limited to a twelve-week run, like most Shakespeare shows in L.A., but we knew that going in. Obviously, we had a terrific response from the Shakespeare literati, as evidenced by our inclusion in the new Arden edition! As far as the general audience, I think Rob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Kendt's&lt;/span&gt; quote totally embodies the response. Things I heard were that people enjoyed the production, were thrilled to have "discovered" the text, and most of all, to have seen the entire Hamlet story in under two hours!! Who wouldn't love that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;7) What was your own response trajectory from your first encounter with this version to the end of the run?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stumbled across the text, I knew it was good, it was playable and that I would produce it. But then, I'm pretty stubborn. I have to say, though, that nothing prepared me for the rehearsal process and, ultimately, the run of the show, where I and our entire company came to believe in and fall in love with Q1 more and more every night. It's one thing to understand something intellectually and quite another to experience it viscerally. My old high school English teacher was the first to tell me that Shakespeare is meant to be acted, not read. This becomes especially significant when dealing with a largely unknown text and is why &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am so thrilled to know that you are involved in a Q1 production! The work isn't done yet; some of us on the inside get it, but there's still a world of audiences out there who are unfamiliar with Q1 and those who are familiar with it know it as the "bad quarto." It's up to us to change their minds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-7023255994828945877?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/q-with-tim-sheridan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-475222856573349398</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jun 2007 22:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-14T22:28:06.353-04:00</atom:updated><title>GO SEE LIVING DEAD IN DENMARK!!!! -- no really... go see it!</title><description>I saw it last night. It got a standing ovation -- how often does that happen other than on Broadway where it's just a hohum habit!? Well, here it was well deserved. The acting is excellent across the board, the fight choreography is thrilling and the play and production are what anyone who has ever complained of the moribund state of American theater is looking for. No geezer theater that's better done on film or TV here. And like the comic books it emulates, Vampire Cowboys' theater has a cult following. How cool is that! (And Jason is like totally rock 'n roll - make that punk - happenin' with his studded leather wrist cuffs, bad-ass moves and wide-ranged Ghost-ninja-zombie-Hamlet portrayal, and yes, I'm biased -- he is my son after all -- but it's still true.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-475222856573349398?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/go-see-living-dead-in-denmark-really-go.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-2005265502223728652</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 20:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-13T00:44:05.168-04:00</atom:updated><title>GO SEE LIVING DEAD IN DENMARK!!!!</title><description>Enough of this drab- and dreariness... sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Let's talk zombies, instead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son o' mine, Jason Liebman - our very own Hamlet - is starring as &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zombie Hamlet in the sequel to our show... the most excellent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vampirecowboys.com/"&gt;Vampire Cowboys&lt;/a&gt;' &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living Dead in Denmark&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;by Qui Nguyen&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/Rm8C40IDOKI/AAAAAAAAADM/HVZ0qfRz6cg/s1600-h/Denmark.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075278716381378738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/Rm8DGkIDOLI/AAAAAAAAADU/AR0gck1RMH4/s320/Denmark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 nights only beginning tonight: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 12th thru 15th, 2007 (tues, wed, thurs, fri @ 8pm)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at THE BECKETT THEATRE ROW STUDIOS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(410 W. 42nd Street)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part of the National Asian American Theatre Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.vampirecowboys.com/productions.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for details. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-2005265502223728652?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/go-see-living-dead-in-denmark.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/Rm8DGkIDOLI/AAAAAAAAADU/AR0gck1RMH4/s72-c/Denmark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-1097458771627577476</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jun 2007 15:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-11T01:21:48.654-04:00</atom:updated><title>Rainer Maria Rilke - Duino Elegies (First Elegy)</title><description>Who, if I screamed, would hear me among the ranks&lt;br /&gt;of angels? and even supposing one clutched&lt;br /&gt;me suddenly to its heart: I would perish from the&lt;br /&gt;power of its presence. For beauty is nothing&lt;br /&gt;but the beginning of a terror we can hardly bear,&lt;br /&gt;and it amazes us so, because it nonchalantly declines&lt;br /&gt;to destroy us. Every angel is terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;And so I restrain myself and choke back the call&lt;br /&gt;of my dark wailing. Oh, who can we turn to&lt;br /&gt;in our need? Not angels, not men,&lt;br /&gt;and the perceptive beasts already sense&lt;br /&gt;that we are not very secure or at home&lt;br /&gt;in the interpreted world. We are left with perhaps&lt;br /&gt;some tree on the mountainside, that we see again&lt;br /&gt;each day; we are left with yesterday's street&lt;br /&gt;and the perverse loyalty of a habit,&lt;br /&gt;that liked us so much that it stayed and never left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the night, the night, when the wind full of space&lt;br /&gt;sucks at our face - for whom would it not stay,&lt;br /&gt;deceptive, difficult for the solitary heart&lt;br /&gt;to confront. Is it any easier for lovers?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, they only conceal their fates in each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know yet? Hurl the emptiness from your arms&lt;br /&gt;out to the spaces we breathe; perhaps the birds&lt;br /&gt;will respond to the expanded air with more fervent flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it is peculiar to inhabit the Earth no longer,&lt;br /&gt;to no more practice barely-learned customs,&lt;br /&gt;for roses and other especially auspicious things&lt;br /&gt;to have no significance for a human future;&lt;br /&gt;what one was in endlessly anxious hands,&lt;br /&gt;to be no more, and to leave behind&lt;br /&gt;even one's own name like a broken toy.&lt;br /&gt;Peculiar, to no longer desire one's desires. Peculiar,&lt;br /&gt;to see everything related to one's self&lt;br /&gt;floating off into space. And being dead is laborious&lt;br /&gt;and full of catching up, before one gradually senses&lt;br /&gt;a trace of eternity - yet the living always&lt;br /&gt;make the mistake of drawing too-sharp distinctions.&lt;br /&gt;Angels (they say) often don't know, whether they pass among&lt;br /&gt;the living or the dead. The eternal torrent&lt;br /&gt;sweeps through both realms carrying all ages&lt;br /&gt;with it and drowns them out in both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end the early departed have no longer&lt;br /&gt;need of us. One is gently weaned from things&lt;br /&gt;of this world as a child outgrows the need&lt;br /&gt;of its mother's breast. But we who have need &lt;br /&gt;of those great mysteries, we for whom grief is&lt;br /&gt;so often the source of spiritual growth,&lt;br /&gt;could we exist without them?&lt;br /&gt;Is the legend vain that tells of music's beginning&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of the mourning for Linos?&lt;br /&gt;the daring first sounds of song piercing&lt;br /&gt;the barren numbness, and how in that stunned space&lt;br /&gt;an almost godlike youth suddenly left forever,&lt;br /&gt;and the emptiness felt for the first time&lt;br /&gt;those harmonious vibrations which now enrapture&lt;br /&gt;and comfort and help us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-1097458771627577476?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/rainer-maria-rilke-duino-elegies-first.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-7653877586242203360</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jun 2007 22:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-10T22:45:38.983-04:00</atom:updated><title>Truth, Beauty and Ofelia's Death</title><description>These are the intertwining recurring themes in the play (as &lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/sapphirestudios/qod/article2.html"&gt;Chan&lt;/a&gt; lays out so well):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our tendency to artificially beautify reality in order to conceal the truth. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our tendency to be false to others because of our failure in being true to ourselves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our lack of honesty in facing up to the truth, the most fundamental one being that we are going to die; and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Death itself - mortality and how we humans (fail to) deal with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shakespeare makes that last two points overtly right at the beginning:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;But you must think your father lost a father,&lt;br /&gt;That father dead, lost his, and so shall be&lt;br /&gt;Until the general ending.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore cease laments, it is a fault&lt;br /&gt;‘&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gainst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; heaven, fault ‘&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gainst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the dead, a fault ‘&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gainst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nature,&lt;br /&gt;And in reasons common course most certain,&lt;br /&gt;None lives on earth, but he is born to die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;But nowhere in the play does he interlace the themes so completely as in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gertred's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; description of Ofelia's drowning. It's actually pretty funny: I doubt there has been anyone who has taken a closer look at that monologue and didn't think, "Oh for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chrissakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people, don't just stand there and watch her... somebody jump in and save her!!" And I used to write this off as "Shakespearean" or poetic license or with some such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dismissiveness&lt;/span&gt;. Wrong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a thought: How 'bout entertaining the notion that Shakespeare knew exactly what he was doing and meant it as morbidly stinging commentary. Here is the Quarto version, which is even less florid than the Folio. Read it with the four bullet points above in mind:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;O my lord, the young Ofelia,&lt;br /&gt;Having made a garland of sundry sorts of flowers,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting upon a willow by a brook,&lt;br /&gt;The envious spring broke. Into the brook she fell,&lt;br /&gt;And for awhile her clothes, spread wide abroad,&lt;br /&gt;Bore the young lady up, and there she sat&lt;br /&gt;Smiling, even mermaid-like 'twixt heaven and earth,&lt;br /&gt;Chanting old sundry tunes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;uncapable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as it were&lt;br /&gt;Of her distress. But long it could not be&lt;br /&gt;Till that her clothes, being heavy with their drink.&lt;br /&gt;Dragged the sweet wretch to death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-7653877586242203360?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/truth-beauty-and-ofelias-death.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-1231972289240551303</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jun 2007 01:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-07T23:09:44.229-04:00</atom:updated><title>Hic et Ubique</title><description>Our director, Cynthia, accuses me of too much magical thinking. And she's right, by god. Though I would quibble with "too much" and might remind her that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SHE's&lt;/span&gt; the one who cast me as Gertrude and the Ghost. Besides, how boring the world if you believe it is made up of only what our 5 measly senses ca&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/Rmd0hUIDOJI/AAAAAAAAADE/gBqvDZ4XI9o/s1600-h/parents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073151620943132818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" height="288" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/Rmd0hUIDOJI/AAAAAAAAADE/gBqvDZ4XI9o/s320/parents.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n perceive and rationalize. Even Einstein knew, "there are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/Rmd0BUIDOHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Qoela2zDihE/s1600-h/parents.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ap&lt;/span&gt; your head around this one: Since she and I pushed this second production of our Q1H into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RmdyoEIDOGI/AAAAAAAAACs/uS0PWraEVvY/s1600-h/parents.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g, both our fathers have died. Mine was "estranged" -- a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;teenaged&lt;/span&gt; dad who could never figure out what his only child represented in his life ("oh, you know, when kids marry," was all Horst &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Schäfer&lt;/span&gt; could ever muster to my, "what happened with you and mom?") -- so more of a mind-bender than a heart-render (the dad who raised me died in '95). But, what's it all about, Alfie? Don't worry, Cynthia, I won't dwell there. I realize, "It hath made me mad," enough as it is. But even you find this one... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;trippy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-1231972289240551303?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/hic-et-ubique.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/Rmd0hUIDOJI/AAAAAAAAADE/gBqvDZ4XI9o/s72-c/parents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-939314686352479037</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jun 2007 12:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-06T15:44:53.171-04:00</atom:updated><title>Art, Money and the Heart</title><description>As we get closer to the show's opening, it's only appropriate to give audience and attendance some thought. Here's an &lt;a href="http://www.artsadministration.org/conf2007/keynote.cfm"&gt;amazing keynote speech &lt;/a&gt;to the The Association of Arts Administration Educators a few days ago by Bernard "Bernie" Sahlins, an American writer, director, and comedian best known as a founder of The Second City improvisational comedy troupe with Paul Sills and Howard Alk in 1959. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like most priests, like some doctors, and fewer lawyers, you have not a job, but a vocation, a calling. You have chosen not to enter the clock-watching world of nine to five. Yours is a consuming, full-time activity. While few of you will grow rich, you are members of a highly privileged group. You are able to make your work and your life one.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would submit to you -- as an example of that -- and as a marker for the accomplishments and the importance of administrative achievement, the contribution of James Burbage, a sixteenth-century English entrepreneur in the arts... What he did -- like so many important discoveries once they have been achieved -- seems simple now. But I think you'll agree it really was revolutionary. What he did was nothing less than to invent -- the box office! &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tragedy today, said Faulkner, is a general and universal fear. There are no longer problems of the spirit. There is only one question: When will I be blown up? (way back in 1949!) Because of this -- the young artist has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict -- only that is worth the agony and sweat. He must learn them again.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So teach your students to step right up and fear not. They can appeal to the pocket book, yes. But they must be aware also of the spiritual hunger we all wish to satisfy. &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me close by returning to Mister James Burbage and by trying to convey a most important and really beautiful idea embodied in the spiritual effects of what he did. When Burbage had that brilliant notion (you remember, the box office), he not only changed forever the structure of play presentation but (and here is the delightful and wondrous point; here is the ultimate value of what an arts administrator does), he started the process of transforming the actor from being a beggar, who humbly passed the hat, to being an artist, who was held to be of great worth to the community. And there you have the indispensable, the crucial role of your teaching: to bring to art the world's respect and to the artist, self-respect."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-939314686352479037?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/burbage-invented-box-office.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-5834153140366674681</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jun 2007 00:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-03T08:52:29.385-04:00</atom:updated><title>preliminary ghost notes</title><description>it’s not just dead hamlet, it’s every soldier that has died in battle for the righteousness of this natural kingdom. and now that it has been usurped, this rotten flesh in denmark will rise up out of the ground. it is stepping into reality, not content to stay in the ground anymore. flesh as element as quintessence, as it discerns itself out of earth, water, air, fire. decomposing flesh and how do you reactivate it, redefine it. fire needs fiber to exist. all those things that will burn on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discerning between saliva/air, breath, earth/flesh – all elements mixed together because it’s decomposing flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drooling goo, decomposed = all of denmark all who have fought and died for the rightful throne of denmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s as natural as it is supernatural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look for sight inside your eyes. look into back of head to see what’s coming up with you.  see your tail, backwards into your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signature is “la” (dies irae dies illa) – open mouth, munch’s scream. ghost starts and ends there always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- flesh forming one step up onto platform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- one plus ending in munch’s scream = cock crows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- everything goes into book that i will carry (with vulture on left shoulder and birds under feet); the book is me = kingdom = history = what's right and good in denmark = what hamlet will inherit = the legacy = what i will give to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- on platform vulture flies off; i find vision but 360 degree simultanously; book is delivered; i turn and give it to hamlet (look how it beckons you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hamlet will follow me same way. ships crossing in night. coming into my world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-5834153140366674681?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/preliminary-ghost-notes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-1721766609741005645</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jun 2007 13:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-02T09:04:29.278-04:00</atom:updated><title>Closet and Nunnery Scenes</title><description>Obviously both scenes are extremely complex, but having worked on both scenes on the same day I was made aware of a particular similarity.  In both cases it needs to be decided -- again, especially in the short-and-to-the-point Q1 -- how much self-awareness to endow Gertred and Ofelia with at the beginning of these two scenes.  That is, do you allow Ofelia to know and feel guilty about participating in a plot against Hamlet before the scene even starts?  Does she do it against her better judgment but in obedience to her father?  To me, that is the weightier choice because a) it makes Corambis's double-dealings all the more craven and b) it allows Ofelia to be worthy of Hamlet in the first place.  He would not love someone of infererior morality and who wasn't pure from the start.  Her answer to Hamlet's question, Where is thy father, "At home my Lord" is also then a deliberate choice versus a spur of the moment one which it would be if you made the choice that she doesn't realize, or doesn't think there's anything wrong with what she has willingly participated in until that very moment of Hamlet's question, which is the other argument to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, exactly how aware is Gertred at the beginning of the closet scene versus the end.  Does she, for example, take in that she is being implicated in the play-within-the-play and bring that into the scene with her?  The more "correct" choice here is probably not, I would think, if you believe "The lady protests too much" should be straight up and without sub-text.  Also, I relearned yesterday yet again the ever deceptively simple lesson that it is always best to look back at the text for the answers:  Corambis, when telling her he will hide behind the arras, tells her, "There question you the cause of all his grief, And then in love and nature unto you, He'll tell you all."  So I think she's just preparing to have a simple mother-to-son heart-to-heart when Hamlet enters her chamber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-1721766609741005645?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/closet-and-nunnery-scenes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-5557600596227252120</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jun 2007 03:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-01T10:00:05.107-04:00</atom:updated><title>Corambis</title><description>Of course looking at the character of Corambis, he is decidedly less than noble when working for his own interests, wanting to control his public image, which the behavior of his son in the world also affects. He goes so far as to send a spy to gather information about Leartes, revealing his lack of trust and respect for even his own family member and his hypocracy:  the parental "do as I say not as I do."  Then he spies on Hamlet using his own daughter for the dirty work and ultimately, his spying on Hamlet in the closet scene does him in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corambis is somewhat of an extreme example of the point Shakespeare is making about how we humans blithely connive our way through our lives as though it meant nothing.  Nevertheless, just as none of us is all good or all bad, in order to give Corambis the same shades of gray, it is important, especially in the abridged Q1, that his speech to Leartes be given due weight -- both to let Shakespeare's wisdom be fully heard and to let a good side of Corambis be at least briefly glimpsed so that his kids' grief at his death has more credence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-5557600596227252120?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/corambis.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-5157727025384908974</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 May 2007 01:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-30T23:19:51.485-04:00</atom:updated><title>Or put another way...</title><description>The highest compact we can make with our fellow is - "Let there be truth between us two forevermore." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is impossible to calculate the moral mischief, if I may so express it, that mental lying has produced in society. When a man has so far corrupted and prostituted the chastity of his mind as to subscribe his professional belief to things he does not believe, he has prepared himself for the commission of every other crime. ~Thomas Paine, &lt;em&gt;The Age of Reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some people will not tolerate such emotional honesty in communication. They would rather defend their dishonesty on the grounds that it might hurt others. Therefore, having rationalized their phoniness into nobility, they settle for superficial relationships. ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When a man lies, he murders some part of the world. ~Rospo Pallenberg and John Boorman, &lt;em&gt;Excalibur&lt;/em&gt;, based on &lt;em&gt;Le Morte d'Arthur&lt;/em&gt; by Thomas Malory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;BIG DADDY: What's that smell in this room? Didn't you notice it Brick? Didn't you notice a powerful and obnoxious odor of mendacity in this room?...There ain't nothin' more powerful than the odor of mendacity...You can smell it. It smells like death.&lt;br /&gt;RICK: You said it yourself Big Daddy, mendacity is a system we live in. ~Tennessee Williams, &lt;em&gt;Cat on a Hot Tin Roof&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-5157727025384908974?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/or-put-another-way.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-8800387563670723152</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2007 03:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-30T00:03:26.203-04:00</atom:updated><title>To thy own self be true</title><description>And it must follow as the night the day,&lt;br /&gt;Thou canst not then be false to any one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason it's "above all else"&lt;br /&gt;and there's a reason it's become a cliche.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-8800387563670723152?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-thy-own-self-be-true.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-77827412703236259</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 May 2007 22:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-28T21:47:56.431-04:00</atom:updated><title>Letter from Kathleen Irace</title><description>I'm delighted to report that Kathi Irace not only responded to &lt;a href="http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/letter-to-kathleen-irace.html"&gt;my letter&lt;/a&gt; but is actually considering coming to New York to see the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Gabriele,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for my very slow response--I've been out of town for a couple of weeks. Your production of Q1 Hamlet sounds wonderful--I'd love to see it! As you can tell from my intro and notes, I designed my edition with actors and directors in mind, so I'm delighted that you've found it helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen Anne Thompson's edition yet; Amazon is still searching for a copy. Just after Note's production of the play, I sent her a fairly detailed description, which I'll attach to this email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to post this email and the &lt;a href="http://www.ratconference.com/gaby/irace-thompson.htm"&gt;review for Anne Thompson&lt;/a&gt;--and I'll let you know if I can arrange to make it to New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All best wishes,&lt;br /&gt;Kathi Irace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-77827412703236259?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/letter-from-kathleen-irace.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-8797615919783208754</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 May 2007 03:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-28T01:23:07.661-04:00</atom:updated><title>And yet more Ghost</title><description>&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/sapphirestudios/qod/"&gt;Kenneth Chan's website&lt;/a&gt; is officially my newest favorite Hamlet site. Following what I wrote yesterday, here is exactly why Q1 is virtually a different play. It can certainly be argued that in the usual version,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Hamlet has the courage to face the unknown and to seek the truth unflinchingly. If he follows this path with the ideals of love and compassion, new spiritual heights will open to him. Tragically, he chooses instead to transform his mind into one obsessed with avenging his father. This mind of bitterness and hatred has disastrous consequences. Hamlet, from this time on, remorselessly transforms into a different person: a cold, cynical, and tormented soul. Thus his new motto is appropriate: "Adieu, adieu, remember me." For, in effect, we are bidding Hamlet himself goodbye."&lt;/blockquote&gt;But this &lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/sapphirestudios/qod/scene5.html"&gt;chapter on the Ghost&lt;/a&gt; is riveting. At the beginning of it, Jason, he basically argues that in fact Hamlet WAS cursed by the Ghost, that because the Ghost is no "enlightened being" that he "destroys [Hamlet] spiritually" by fixating him on revenge like any fallible bitter human does to another susceptible person. Looking at it that way, though, I could counter with the Ghost-as-a-soul-in-Purgatory argument; that he is a spirit looking for rest and thus more trustworthy versus devil-like and conniving, which Chan later says the Ghost is because of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hic&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ubique&lt;/span&gt; ("canst work in the earth so fast") referring either to God or the devil, among other arguments. (There's that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; kicking into overdrive again... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ahhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;... better to stop right here or I could well be up all night.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-8797615919783208754?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-yet-more-ghost.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-9099097370225943193</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2007 15:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-27T10:47:07.737-04:00</atom:updated><title>Your Loves</title><description>So maybe Hamlet doesn't trust the Ghost either (it's his information that's important, not his "character"). And even if he maybe hadn't suspected the King of precisely being a murderer with "o my prophetic soul," just of being a creep that's certainly capable of murder and that there was something suspicious about his father's death and his mother's hasty marriage, his world is nevertheless collapsing bit by bit. What's so endearing and moving to me about Hamlet is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in spite&lt;/span&gt; of the lies and deception all around him, he's not only not a cynic, he's warm and open and affectionate to his true friends -- especially of course Horatio -- whom he rewards with his absolute loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurs to me that this is also what's so wrenching to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gertred&lt;/span&gt; and why she's so grateful to God for not taking her son away after what she's done (and she never loses him; she dies before he does): She sees the purity and the big heart in her child. He's her moral anchor and against the backdrop of his unrelenting, uncompromising search for the good, the pure, the honest, she feels doubly dirty and ashamed. And yet, the way we're playing it, he's also capable of immediately forgiving her and showing her his love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think it must be said that this is all true for Q1. The Q2/Folio is more complicated.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-9099097370225943193?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/your-loves.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-8365134226769690742</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2007 03:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-26T11:23:07.532-04:00</atom:updated><title>A Closer Look at "Honest(y)"</title><description>The word appears so often and is arguably &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; central motif in &lt;em&gt;Hamlet&lt;/em&gt;. As such, it becomes one of the most rewarding things to meditate on, especially if you believe that making the struggle for honesty central to your life's pursuit is what is truly behind the notion of pursuit of enlightenment or true love or heaven or whatever your ultimate is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in the play, the word has more than one meaning -- for instance in the nunnery scene when Hamlet asks Ofelia whether she's honest, the word means both chaste and truthful and as such they talk past each other, another kind of an escaped truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly it is used as a way of exploring our willful human tendency to think of lying as casual or benign or an acceptable means to an end -- how this comprises the first biggest lie we tend to tolerate -- the lie to ourselves -- and how from there it just gets easier. The play relentlessly looks at how not facing up to the rottenness in the state of things affects every aspect of our existence until that impurity is purged and burnt away. (This is also why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Corambis's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; admonishment, "To thine own self be true" must be given due respect by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Leartes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Ofelia. It makes Shakespeare's central point and keeps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Corambis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from being a complete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;buffoon&lt;/span&gt;, which would obfuscate Ofelia and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Leartes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' grief at his death.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Shakespeare's most stinging commentaries on this question of honesty, as Annie O also points out, is making Hamlet's choice for putting on an "antic disposition" simply to be honest, because to be totally honest in a so-called civilized society &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; to be insane. But that's just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire play is comprised of one lie, deception, spying or eavesdropping episode, betrayal and denial after another. And it is the abandonment of honesty that does these characters in -- in some cases because lying comes too easily (R&amp;amp;G, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Corambis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Leartes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gertred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, King), in the most devastating case because lying to the one you love is simply impossible to live with (Ofelia) and, then, in Hamlet's case... because it's... what?... Well, there is centuries of scholarship exploring that question. But maybe it has to do with &lt;a href="http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/04/maximum-involvement.html"&gt;erring too righteously on the other end of that spectrum.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a wonderful &lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/sapphirestudios/qod/article2.html"&gt;chapter &lt;/a&gt;in Kenneth Chan's book, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/sapphirestudios/qod/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Quintessence&lt;/span&gt; of Dust: The Mystical Meaning of Hamlet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that explores the theme of fundamental self-deception in the play. He delineates three kinds of lies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;• Our lack of honesty in facing up to the truth.&lt;br /&gt;• Our tendency to artificially beautify reality in order to conceal the truth.&lt;br /&gt;• Our tendency to be false to others because of our failure in being true to ourselves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;A revelation to me was how Chan explains Hamlet writing down, "That one may smile and smile and be a villain" as an example of the second point above: &lt;blockquote&gt;"In the midst of Hamlet's intense emotional distress, upon being informed of his father's murder, he suddenly has the need to write down the line "That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain," and actually does so. This noticeably jolts the flow of the action. This strange action of Hamlet is, however, deliberately designed to alert us to the recurring motif: our propensity to artificially beautify things to conceal its rotten core, here represented by the King's amiable smiling appearance that actually conceals a murderer."&lt;/blockquote&gt;A darker example is the reference to Ofelia's make-up in the nunnery and graveyard scenes: "Now go to my lady's chamber and bid her paint herself an inch think, to this she must come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the most prominent self-deception that Shakespeare explores in &lt;em&gt;Hamlet. &lt;/em&gt;This being, as Chan points out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"our lack of honesty in facing up to the inevitability of death, and to the profound truths in life. Throughout the play, we are constantly assailed with harsh references to death and its inevitability. No other play by Shakespeare comes remotely close to Hamlet in its endless and remorseless references to death. It is as though Shakespeare is subjecting us to a form of shock treatment designed to shake us out of our denial of its truth."&lt;/blockquote&gt;The Ghost scenes, None lives on earth but he is born to die, To be or not to be, Ofelia's drowning (she denies she's in trouble), the graveyard scene, and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as though he were saying that our failure to face our mortality head on is at the root of all our other deceits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-8365134226769690742?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/closer-look-at-honesty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-6248643687301739390</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 May 2007 03:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-25T00:18:58.131-04:00</atom:updated><title>Arden</title><description>Jason brought the recently published and hard to track down Arden Hamlet in today, which has the Q1 and First Folio, as well as a listing of known Q1 productions and notes and photos and Theatre of Note's production in 03.  I look forward to finally looking at it and formulating some questions for Tim Sheridan, producer and Horatio of that production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult for us until the end of May to find time for the entire cast to rehearse together, but, as Cynthia pointed out today, in the meantime the scene work has the advantage of being able to examine closely and talk through what we did last year and what we've discovered since.  It's very exciting to me to build on something already there.  Again, a rare opportunity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-6248643687301739390?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/arden.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gaby)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>