<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951</id><updated>2011-06-08T02:26:20.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Q1: The Bad Hamlet</title><subtitle type='html'>A play/production notebook created by the actress playing 'gertred'/the ghost.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-5941804438043072285</id><published>2007-12-02T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T01:34:33.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Butoh Fu for The Ghost of Hamlet’s Flesh</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/5941804438043072285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=5941804438043072285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/5941804438043072285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/5941804438043072285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/12/butoh-fu-for-ghost-of-hamlets-flesh.html' title='Butoh Fu for The Ghost of Hamlet’s Flesh'/><author><name>silent nic@knight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-7398080704164554949</id><published>2007-07-15T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:53:04.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Mike</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/7398080704164554949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=7398080704164554949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/7398080704164554949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/7398080704164554949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-mike.html' title='More Mike'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-8902022634481565187</id><published>2007-07-13T01:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:03:37.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Mortem</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/8902022634481565187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=8902022634481565187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/8902022634481565187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/8902022634481565187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/07/hamlet-post-mortem.html' title='Post Mortem'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-3720347434115927182</id><published>2007-06-30T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T01:25:00.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>~ The End ~  .....(or is it?)</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/3720347434115927182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=3720347434115927182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/3720347434115927182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/3720347434115927182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/end.html' title='~ The End ~  .....(or is it?)'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-6294361705575284696</id><published>2007-06-30T00:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T00:40:25.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The final act... weeeeeeeeeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/6294361705575284696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=6294361705575284696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/6294361705575284696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/6294361705575284696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/final-act-weeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='The final act... weeeeeeeeeeeeeee'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-4400218689110844521</id><published>2007-06-23T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:59:15.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nytheatre.com review</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/4400218689110844521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=4400218689110844521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/4400218689110844521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/4400218689110844521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/nytheatrecom-review.html' title='nytheatre.com review'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-2408957740515524618</id><published>2007-06-19T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T17:19:57.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we are...</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/2408957740515524618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=2408957740515524618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/2408957740515524618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/2408957740515524618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/here-we-are.html' title='Here we are...'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-3885663859749636282</id><published>2007-06-18T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:18:35.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearing the End</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/3885663859749636282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=3885663859749636282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/3885663859749636282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/3885663859749636282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/nearing-end-part-1.html' title='Nearing the End'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-7023255994828945877</id><published>2007-06-16T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T15:23:50.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Q&amp;A with Tim Sheridan</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/7023255994828945877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=7023255994828945877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/7023255994828945877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/7023255994828945877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/q-with-tim-sheridan.html' title='Q&amp;A with Tim Sheridan'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-475222856573349398</id><published>2007-06-14T18:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T22:28:06.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GO SEE LIVING DEAD IN DENMARK!!!! -- no really... go see it!</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/475222856573349398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=475222856573349398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/475222856573349398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/475222856573349398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/go-see-living-dead-in-denmark-really-go.html' title='GO SEE LIVING DEAD IN DENMARK!!!! -- no really... go see it!'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-2005265502223728652</id><published>2007-06-12T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T00:44:05.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GO SEE LIVING DEAD IN DENMARK!!!!</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/2005265502223728652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=2005265502223728652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/2005265502223728652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/2005265502223728652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/go-see-living-dead-in-denmark.html' title='GO SEE LIVING DEAD IN DENMARK!!!!'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-1097458771627577476</id><published>2007-06-10T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T01:21:48.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainer Maria Rilke - Duino Elegies (First Elegy)</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/1097458771627577476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=1097458771627577476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/1097458771627577476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/1097458771627577476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/rainer-maria-rilke-duino-elegies-first.html' title='Rainer Maria Rilke - Duino Elegies (First Elegy)'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-7653877586242203360</id><published>2007-06-09T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:45:38.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth, Beauty and Ofelia's Death</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/7653877586242203360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=7653877586242203360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/7653877586242203360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/7653877586242203360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/truth-beauty-and-ofelias-death.html' title='Truth, Beauty and Ofelia&apos;s Death'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-1231972289240551303</id><published>2007-06-06T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T23:09:44.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hic et Ubique</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/1231972289240551303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=1231972289240551303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/1231972289240551303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/1231972289240551303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/hic-et-ubique.html' title='Hic et Ubique'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-939314686352479037</id><published>2007-06-05T08:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T15:44:53.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Art, Money and the Heart</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/939314686352479037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=939314686352479037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/939314686352479037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/939314686352479037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/burbage-invented-box-office.html' title='Art, Money and the Heart'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-5834153140366674681</id><published>2007-06-02T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T08:52:29.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>preliminary ghost notes</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/5834153140366674681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=5834153140366674681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/5834153140366674681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/5834153140366674681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/preliminary-ghost-notes.html' title='preliminary ghost notes'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-1721766609741005645</id><published>2007-06-01T09:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T09:04:29.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Closet and Nunnery Scenes</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/1721766609741005645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=1721766609741005645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/1721766609741005645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/1721766609741005645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/06/closet-and-nunnery-scenes.html' title='Closet and Nunnery Scenes'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-5557600596227252120</id><published>2007-05-31T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T10:00:05.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Corambis</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/5557600596227252120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=5557600596227252120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/5557600596227252120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/5557600596227252120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/corambis.html' title='Corambis'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-5157727025384908974</id><published>2007-05-30T21:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T23:19:51.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Or put another way...</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/5157727025384908974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=5157727025384908974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/5157727025384908974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/5157727025384908974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/or-put-another-way.html' title='Or put another way...'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-8800387563670723152</id><published>2007-05-29T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T00:03:26.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To thy own self be true</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/8800387563670723152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=8800387563670723152' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/8800387563670723152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/8800387563670723152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-thy-own-self-be-true.html' title='To thy own self be true'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-77827412703236259</id><published>2007-05-28T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T21:47:56.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter from Kathleen Irace</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/77827412703236259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=77827412703236259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/77827412703236259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/77827412703236259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/letter-from-kathleen-irace.html' title='Letter from Kathleen Irace'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-8797615919783208754</id><published>2007-05-27T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T01:23:07.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And yet more Ghost</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/8797615919783208754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=8797615919783208754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/8797615919783208754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/8797615919783208754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-yet-more-ghost.html' title='And yet more Ghost'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-9099097370225943193</id><published>2007-05-26T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T10:47:07.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Loves</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/9099097370225943193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=9099097370225943193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/9099097370225943193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/9099097370225943193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/your-loves.html' title='Your Loves'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-8365134226769690742</id><published>2007-05-25T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T11:23:07.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Closer Look at "Honest(y)"</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/8365134226769690742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=8365134226769690742' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/8365134226769690742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/8365134226769690742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/closer-look-at-honesty.html' title='A Closer Look at &quot;Honest(y)&quot;'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-6248643687301739390</id><published>2007-05-24T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T00:18:58.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Arden</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/6248643687301739390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=6248643687301739390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/6248643687301739390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/6248643687301739390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/arden.html' title='Arden'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-4344413181105134895</id><published>2007-05-23T07:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T08:06:59.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Croaking Raven Doth Bellow for Revenge</title><content type='html'>That the line mocks the speech in a play called &lt;a href="http://www.elizabethanauthors.com/truetragedy02.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The True Tragedy of Richard III&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;precursor&lt;/span&gt; to Shakespeare's &lt;em&gt;Richard III&lt;/em&gt; written in 1591-2 and possibly revived by a troupe called the &lt;a href="http://www.luminarium.org/encyclopedia/admiralsmen.htm"&gt;Admiral's Men&lt;/a&gt; around the time of &lt;em&gt;Hamlet&lt;/em&gt;'s debut. It has the word 'revenge' 15 times in 16 lines. So it may not only mock the players' taste in theater but also Hamlet's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KING: The hell of life that hangs upon the crown,&lt;br /&gt;The daily cares, the nightly dreams,&lt;br /&gt;The wretched crews, the treason of the foe,&lt;br /&gt;And horror of my bloody practice past,&lt;br /&gt;Strikes such a terror to my wounded conscience,&lt;br /&gt;That sleep I, wake I, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whatsoe'er&lt;/span&gt; I do,&lt;br /&gt;Methinks their ghosts comes gaping for revenge,&lt;br /&gt;Whom I have slain in reaching for a crown.&lt;br /&gt;Clarence complains, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crieth&lt;/span&gt; for revenge.&lt;br /&gt;My nephew's bloods, "Revenge, revenge," doth cry.&lt;br /&gt;The headless peers come pressing for revenge.&lt;br /&gt;And every one cries, let the tyrant die.&lt;br /&gt;The sun by day shines hotly for revenge.&lt;br /&gt;The moon by night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eclipseth&lt;/span&gt; for revenge.&lt;br /&gt;The stars are turned to comets for revenge.&lt;br /&gt;The planets change their courses for revenge.&lt;br /&gt;The birds sing not, but sorrow for revenge.&lt;br /&gt;The silly lambs sits bleating for revenge.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;screeking&lt;/span&gt; raven sits croaking for revenge.&lt;br /&gt;Whole herds of beasts come bellowing for revenge.&lt;br /&gt;And all, yea all the world, I think,&lt;br /&gt;Cries for revenge, and nothing but revenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-4344413181105134895?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/4344413181105134895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=4344413181105134895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/4344413181105134895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/4344413181105134895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/croaking-raven-doth-bellow-for-revenge.html' title='Croaking Raven Doth Bellow for Revenge'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-6648589177458487657</id><published>2007-05-22T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T08:08:33.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O Jephthah Judge of Israel</title><content type='html'>Hamlet’s remark to Corambis/Polonius before the players enter is a &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=JUDG%2011&amp;version=9;"&gt;Biblical reference&lt;/a&gt;: Jephthah promised the Lord that if he would give Jephthah victory over the Ammonites, Jephthah would offer up the first person to come out his front door. He was victorious and when he returned home, the first person to greet him was his daughter, his only child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamlet is chiding Polonius for similarly sacrificing his own virgin daughter -- barring her marriage and procreation (and ultimately sacrificing her life). Also according to &lt;a href="http://princehamlet.com/QA.html#3"&gt;Steve Roth&lt;/a&gt;, he may be "commenting slantingly on his own situation": Jephthah was "the son of a harlot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also a reference to a then-current ballad on the subject:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I have read that many years agoe,&lt;br /&gt;When Jepha, judge of Israel,&lt;br /&gt;Had one fair daughter and no more,&lt;br /&gt;Whom he loved passing well.&lt;br /&gt;And as by lot, God wot,&lt;br /&gt;It came to passe most like it was,&lt;br /&gt;Great warrs there should be,&lt;br /&gt;And who should be the chiefe, but he, but he. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;See &lt;a href="http://www.kellscraft.com/OldBalladsVol1/oldballadsvol1_sec1.html#2"&gt;here for rest of ballad&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/2911574121612188951-6648589177458487657?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/6648589177458487657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=6648589177458487657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/6648589177458487657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/6648589177458487657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-jepthah-judge-of-israel.html' title='O Jephthah Judge of Israel'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-8612915671276308759</id><published>2007-05-21T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:12:35.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Dry Dirt to Ghost</title><content type='html'>1) A person made of pieces of dry dirt becomes a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;The ghost wanders then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;transforms&lt;/span&gt; back into that person.&lt;br /&gt;While suffering from cramps on his burns, he again becomes a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;The utterly lost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ghost&lt;/span&gt; disappears into a wall. Later,&lt;br /&gt;he comes back with a certain look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) From a doll to a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;The doll stares at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bloodstains on&lt;/span&gt; the tatami floor.&lt;br /&gt;The doll turns away &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; the bloodstains.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the doll's feet catch fire.&lt;br /&gt;It had become a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Repeat (1)&lt;br /&gt;After he reappears with a certain look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;the ghost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;becomes&lt;/span&gt; a different ghost which is on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;horseback&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then a ghost made of scabs at the ruins of a fire&lt;br /&gt;Then a ghost called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ubume&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;who hides her stillborn baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt; her hair.&lt;br /&gt;The ghost is transformed back into the person made of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; of dry dirt.&lt;br /&gt;Again, it has returned to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;The ghost wearing high heels walks over a swamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The person becomes a long shadow which enters a wall in the air.&lt;br /&gt;A heavy neck protrudes out of the wall and wanders around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) A person made of loose pieces of straw comes out of the wall.&lt;br /&gt;(He is like a man in a painting by Jean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dubuffet&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;He is a silly fool, like a joker.&lt;br /&gt;he is close to being a person made of only wires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Person of dry dirt comes out of the wall&lt;br /&gt;and disappears into the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) A ghost of scabs and burns becomes thinner.&lt;br /&gt;He is being pulled up by an imaginary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;thread&lt;/span&gt; and then evaporates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-8612915671276308759?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/8612915671276308759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=8612915671276308759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/8612915671276308759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/8612915671276308759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/from-dry-dirt-to-ghost.html' title='From Dry Dirt to Ghost'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-2500101992943482578</id><published>2007-05-20T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T00:34:06.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Butoh-Fu</title><content type='html'>We're developing some good ideas for the ghost using Butoh founder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tatsumi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hijikata's&lt;/span&gt; idea of &lt;a href="http://www.otsukimi.net/koz/e_bk_seven.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Butoh&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;("&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt;" means score in Japanese). At a certain point, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hijikata&lt;/span&gt; began choreographing his dancers by speaking his poetry or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt; to them. One of his students, &lt;a href="http://www.otsukimi.net/koz/e_yw_profile.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yukio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Waguri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, later set what he remembered down (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hijikata&lt;/span&gt; himself did not document his work well). &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RlEa3D0MPFI/AAAAAAAAACk/TzoPOWBmVDM/s1600-h/debuffet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066860588987858002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RlEa3D0MPFI/AAAAAAAAACk/TzoPOWBmVDM/s320/debuffet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is an example of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Butoh&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt;" inspired by a painting of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Dubuffet&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU LIVE BECAUSE INSECTS EAT YOU - A person is buried in a wall. He becomes an insect that dances on a thin sheet of paper. It makes rustling noises, trying to hold falling particles. The insect then becomes a person, so fragile that he could crumble with the slightest touch, who is wandering around."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Butoh&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt; around the subject of ghosts: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"To be a ghost is having a conversation with your destination.&lt;br /&gt;To be a ghost is having a conversation with the air.&lt;br /&gt;(There is a village and there is no sound. You are standing at its gates.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ghosts&lt;/span&gt; are always transforming into other things at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;tremendous&lt;/span&gt; speeds.&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts sometimes imitate living people.&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts are also that ephemeral substance that melts into the surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;This ghost, unlike a person, has the ability&lt;br /&gt;to sense a thousand branches of a tree at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;And the ghost, unlike a person, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; hear&lt;br /&gt;the sounds of these branches grow at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;The ghost does not have the form of a person.&lt;br /&gt;The ghost dwells in a place without time&lt;br /&gt;and space where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;numerous&lt;/span&gt; white flowers are blooming.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the ghost hides behind trees and rocks in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; garden.&lt;br /&gt;The ghost misses the time and space where it once lived.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes on the very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;fingertips&lt;/span&gt;, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;remembers&lt;/span&gt; the time when he was alive.&lt;br /&gt;The ghost is like the mist, the fog, always changing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-2500101992943482578?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/2500101992943482578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=2500101992943482578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/2500101992943482578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/2500101992943482578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/butoh-fu.html' title='Butoh-Fu'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RlEa3D0MPFI/AAAAAAAAACk/TzoPOWBmVDM/s72-c/debuffet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-2961916600551877291</id><published>2007-05-19T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T00:29:10.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>About Q1</title><content type='html'>As we work on this version again, it just keeps making me smile inside... Let's just say it's forever cutting to the chase. No lengthy character development, no tedious plot intricacies, no chance for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;actorly&lt;/span&gt; self-indulgence in this baby, no sir. Here's the scene, slam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bam&lt;/span&gt; thank you ma'am... &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; figure out how to make it work. And figuring out how to do that is indeed half the fun. I'm constantly reminded of all the new plays I've worked on where the tension is between taking the time to develop the playwright's vision and just wanting to take a scissors to it, do some major surgery, getting it down to its bare bones, maybe rearranging it a bit and, voila! Which makes you wonder if it wasn't, in fact, a reconstruction by some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pragmatic&lt;/span&gt;, sensible soul who couldn't wait for the overwrought, overly analytical playwright to be out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Kathleen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Irace&lt;/span&gt; puts it, "this alteration speeds the plot at the expense of complexity and depth... Q1's more linear plot design is certainly easier for an unsophisticated playgoer to follow [definitely our experience]... But the simplicity of the Q1 plot arrangement eliminates the alternating plot elements that correspond to Hamlet's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shifts&lt;/span&gt; in mood, a nuance that other productions might emphasize, catering to a more sophisticated audience."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-2961916600551877291?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/2961916600551877291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=2961916600551877291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/2961916600551877291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/2961916600551877291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/about-q1.html' title='About Q1'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-6675896191269851817</id><published>2007-05-18T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T23:18:12.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposure</title><content type='html'>So, the &lt;a href="http://www.bricktheater.com/pretentious/"&gt;Festival &lt;/a&gt;is starting to get some nice plugs and the &lt;a href="http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/"&gt;Festival blog &lt;/a&gt;is a great place to keep up-to-date. Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zinoman&lt;/span&gt; listed it in &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/05/13/theater/13theaterlist.html?_r=1&amp;adxnnl=1&amp;amp;oref=slogin&amp;amp;adxnnlx=1179543026-J1WifQyrvH77nKP7PHsWVA"&gt;The Times &lt;/a&gt;last Sunday, &lt;a href="http://histriomastix.typepad.com/"&gt;David Cote &lt;/a&gt;gave it an entry in his &lt;a href="http://www.timeoutny.com/newyork/tonyblog/?p=2112"&gt;Time Out blog&lt;/a&gt; and, most entertaining of all (and not just because we're mentioned) is the Brick's own Jeff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lewonczyk&lt;/span&gt; being interviewed by &lt;a href="http://www.indietheater.org/blogmc/"&gt;Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Criscuolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.nytheatrecast.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nytheatrecast&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;. Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.nytheatrecast.com/blog1/archives/30"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-6675896191269851817?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/6675896191269851817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=6675896191269851817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/6675896191269851817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/6675896191269851817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/exposure.html' title='Exposure'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-4852732600945275019</id><published>2007-05-17T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T08:34:52.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RSC</title><content type='html'>The Royal Shakespeare Company website is truly fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In "Exploring Shakespeare" under &lt;a href="http://www.rsc.org.uk/exploringshakespeare/keyidea/hamletkeyidea.htm"&gt;Hamet: The Key Ideas&lt;/a&gt;, you can watch performance and rehearsal videos of of key scenes, including the nunnery and closet scenes, with key questions popping up, at which point you can stop the scene video and watch videos of director Michael Boyd or various actors addressing key questions, and afterwards return to watching the scene video where you left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most frustratingly... Apparently, when Greg Hicks played the Ghost, he in fact &lt;a href="http://www.rsc.org.uk/exploringshakespeare/hstagingchoices/ghostlymovement.htm"&gt;was staged using butoh&lt;/a&gt; -- far be it from me to think I had an original idea! -- and that happens to be the one video link that is broken - arghhh! (or maybe that should be "whew!")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-4852732600945275019?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/4852732600945275019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=4852732600945275019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/4852732600945275019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/4852732600945275019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/rsc.html' title='RSC'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-3670612595621170918</id><published>2007-05-17T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T18:10:28.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HQ1 PR Image</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/Rk91zj0MPDI/AAAAAAAAACU/_0G12fyRaK4/s1600-h/HQ1+LOGO3aa+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066397634463022130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/Rk91zj0MPDI/AAAAAAAAACU/_0G12fyRaK4/s320/HQ1+LOGO3aa+crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/Rkxvbz0MPCI/AAAAAAAAACM/9pZVXRm30-w/s1600-h/HQ1+LOGO3a+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-3670612595621170918?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/3670612595621170918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=3670612595621170918' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/3670612595621170918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/3670612595621170918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/hq1-pr-image.html' title='HQ1 PR Image'/><author><name>Thomas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6049/1136/1600/bull.gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/Rk91zj0MPDI/AAAAAAAAACU/_0G12fyRaK4/s72-c/HQ1+LOGO3aa+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-5085071718213742742</id><published>2007-05-16T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T21:41:33.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Butoh Ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RkxOAz0MPBI/AAAAAAAAACE/xpan78h97YA/s1600-h/Hijikata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065509456701045778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="247" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RkxOAz0MPBI/AAAAAAAAACE/xpan78h97YA/s320/Hijikata.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3xYsO7OpQkQ"&gt;Tatsumi Hijikata&lt;/a&gt; and Kazuo Ohno, cofounders of &lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~bdenatale/AboutButoh.html"&gt;Butoh&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Butoh is a corpse standing straight up in a desperate bid for life....&lt;br /&gt;We shake hands with the dead, who send us encouragement from beyond our body: this is the unlimited power of Butoh... Something is hiding in our subconscious, collected in our unconscious body, which will appear in each detail of our expression. Here, we can rediscover time with an elasticity, sent by the dead. We can find Butoh in the same way we can touch our hidden reality. Something can be born, can appear, living and dying in a moment." Hijikata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is something between life and death." Ohno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-5085071718213742742?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/5085071718213742742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=5085071718213742742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/5085071718213742742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/5085071718213742742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/butoh-ghost.html' title='Butoh Ghost'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RkxOAz0MPBI/AAAAAAAAACE/xpan78h97YA/s72-c/Hijikata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-8927327539520798750</id><published>2007-05-16T01:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T15:44:26.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul food</title><content type='html'>Going back to one of my friend &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=108960"&gt;Johnny Stranger&lt;/a&gt;'s favorite quotes: "Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one. -&lt;a href="http://www.stellaadler.com/stella_adler.html"&gt;Stella Adler&lt;/a&gt;"... (And seeing where we first performed our Q1H and are rehearsing again now, it's somehow appropriate to invoke her...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that reminder that makes great art great and what keeps our ilk worshipping at its altar, despite the indignities sometimes heaped on us down there on our knees. And great is of course subjective -- whatever it is that sends us, the talismans we hold on to, the recognitions that give us a moment's peace when we know we're not alone... the reminders. For me, they are often music, poetry, songs. Springsteen, Waits, Cohen are my teachers and my standbys. Literature - While I don't pretend to have gotten through the book ever, I love the very end of Ulysses and often do it as a monologue. It's silly really to start listing. Sometimes it's just moments, measures in a song, lines in a play: "That was in the winter of senior year. Then in the spring something happened to me. Yes, I remember. I fell in love with James Tyrone and was happy for a time," comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hamlet&lt;/em&gt; has several moments like that. But, to me, the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;devastating&lt;/span&gt; one is in the nunnery scene: "Where is thy father?" "At home, my lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those two lines, there is an entire world coming to an end. It is where Ofelia begins to go mad. The betrayal, the lie -- the realization that she just threw away everything with that answer. All potential of a Great Love between her and Hamlet is over in that second. And if she realizes that, then Hamlet also knows that, which not only has implications for the rest of the scene. It in turn causes Ofelia to think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Corambis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; died because of her lie. It is also why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dramaturgically&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Corambis&lt;/span&gt; can die, because he unleashed it all by forcing this upon Ofelia and deliberately putting her in harm's way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two lines. Eight words. Lives distilled to something that simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-8927327539520798750?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/8927327539520798750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=8927327539520798750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/8927327539520798750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/8927327539520798750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/power-of-literature.html' title='Soul food'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-3185968144303382696</id><published>2007-05-14T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T10:32:48.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To read or not to read</title><content type='html'>Over on his blog, &lt;a href="http://www.indietheater.org/blogmc/archives/23" target="_blank"&gt;nytheatre mike&lt;/a&gt;, a reviewer for &lt;a href="http://www.nytheatre.com/"&gt;nytheatre.com&lt;/a&gt;, has an interesting thread going on: Should reviewers read a play before they go to review it? He's of two minds about the issue, whereas his editor, Martin Denton, &lt;a href="http://www.indietheater.org/blogmc/archives/23#comment-24" target="_blank"&gt;"would unequivocally say that a reviewer should NEVER read a script before seeing a show."&lt;/a&gt; I presented the case of our Q1 Hamlet, asking whether one isn't in danger of bringing Folio assumptions into the First Quarto performance if one doesn't read Q1 first. It is, after all, a different play in some respects... Having never read Q1, mike argues for a blind experience in this case, asking, "How often does one get introduced to 'Hamlet' all over again for the first time?" Hmmm. True, but then I would definitely say, as Martin suggests, that the reviewer should read the play afterwards to verify what s/he just saw and avoid the pittfalls of what s/he THINKS s/he knows about the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, over at &lt;a href="http://mirroruptolife.blogspot.com/2007/05/get-thee-gone.html" target="_blank"&gt;mirroruptolife, YS requests &lt;/a&gt;that, "When reviewing productions of Hamlet, could print critics, bloggers, etc., please refrain from using the headline that plays on the phrase, 'Get thee to a nunnery?'" YS muses that surely we can come up with better pull-quotables and asks for suggestions, getting the list started herself with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Bound in Postmodernism, This Prince is Still King!"&lt;br /&gt;"Alas, Poor Shakespeare. They Slew Him, Horatio!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;and my personal favorite, "Elsi-Snore"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-3185968144303382696?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/3185968144303382696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=3185968144303382696' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/3185968144303382696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/3185968144303382696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-read-or-not-to-read.html' title='To read or not to read'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-1919476328115403128</id><published>2007-05-14T09:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T09:54:58.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Kathleen Irace</title><content type='html'>Dear Kathleen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back we found out about Tim Sheridan's production of the Q1 Hamlet at &lt;a href="http://www.theatreofnote.com/"&gt;Theatre of Note &lt;/a&gt;and contacted him. He in turn told us that you were production dramaturg and gave us your email address. We are producing the Q1H in NYC and would very much like to engage both of you in a dialogue about the play and your experience with it, if you're game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have created a blog that will give you an overview of our circumstances. In brief, we produced the play in June of 06 and had such a rewarding experience with it that we looked for an opportunity to remount it. Then recently, we were accepted in the &lt;a href="http://www.bricktheater.com/"&gt;Brick Theater's &lt;/a&gt;summer festival and now have the rare chance for a 'redo' with the same cast, director and ad/sm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brick is wonderful place to work. The Village Voice once called them unpretentious, which -- insisting this could not stand -- is how its members decided to call this year's festival the "&lt;a href="http://www.bricktheater.com/pretentious/"&gt;Pretentious Festival&lt;/a&gt;." In rereading the introduction to the book you edited, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=gry-j5ISvVoC&amp;dq=the+first+quarto+of+hamlet+kathleen+irace&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;source=web&amp;amp;ots=M4ESMeD-p2&amp;amp;sig=K1PeDTWSADHsZxICtd5kK9nM-cc#PPP1,M1"&gt;The First Quarto of Hamlet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I actually found this rather fortuitous: You called the Medieval Players and Oregon Shakespeare Festival's productions, respectively, "intentionally unpretentious" and "even more unpretentious." In fact, one of the most personally satisfying aspects of our production is its simplicity. Using very few props and set elements, all we really need is a stage, the actors, the audience and the text, which we too present wholly unapologetically. Like the Medieval Players' production, we have seven actors playing multiple roles, letting the characters, fast action and story line speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post this letter to you on the blog and hereby invite you to participate in our dialogue, publicly or privately, if you prefer. Either way, we would be honored by and look forward to your unique perspective on the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes,&lt;br /&gt;Gabriele&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-1919476328115403128?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/1919476328115403128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=1919476328115403128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/1919476328115403128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/1919476328115403128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/letter-to-kathleen-irace.html' title='Letter to Kathleen Irace'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-220450882194747726</id><published>2007-05-11T02:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T02:48:21.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The King Responds...</title><content type='html'>1. What exactly makes your show so damn pretentious anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Ars est celare artem. Ars gratia artis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name some obscure influences on your work ­ extra points for unpronounceability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Cogito, ergo sum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Reni Descartes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Trahimur omnes laudis studio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The late Roland Barthes once wrote “For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with short arms can never, never make a fine gesture.” Explicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ars longa, vita brevis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In what ways do you plan on alienating your audience? Cite an intentionally opaque or confusing moment within your production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Saepe ne utile quidem est scire quid futurum sit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Vah! Denuone Latine loquebar? Me ineptum. Interdum modo elabitur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Which other Pretentious Festival show will you declare as your sworn ideological enemy, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Stultorum infinitus est numerus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Please give us the gist of the acceptance speech you would use were you to win one of our Pretentious Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Veni, Vidi, volo in domum redire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-220450882194747726?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/220450882194747726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=220450882194747726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/220450882194747726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/220450882194747726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/king-responds.html' title='The King Responds...'/><author><name>Thomas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6049/1136/1600/bull.gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-1743376714782882037</id><published>2007-05-10T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:11:31.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>meeting and read-through</title><content type='html'>So yesterday evening was our first time meeting everyone at the Brick and getting the 411 on the festival.  I must say you guys are an amazing breath of fresh air.  You have your act together AND are fun and unpret... (oops).  Anyhoo, it's a rare combo and I'm glad I finally 'officially' met you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... including our significant other in the Festival, Ian W.  Fortuitously -- but I suppose not unexpectedly -- we immediately struck a symbiotic bargain.  He's got the platforms we want and we've got the coffin he wants.  Let's call the whole thing on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First read-through tonight.  Wow, it all came back to me like a splendid dream:  great memories, lots of laughs (you had to be there), all laced with a touch of goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-1743376714782882037?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/1743376714782882037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=1743376714782882037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/1743376714782882037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/1743376714782882037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/meeting-and-read-through.html' title='meeting and read-through'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-8892474534458979052</id><published>2007-05-09T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T00:06:40.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretentious Questionnaire Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Authored by the Actor Playing Hamlet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.ratconference.com/gaby/jl-yippee.jpg"&gt;click here for headshot&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Version One&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. What exactly makes your show so damn pretentious anyway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What could be more pretentious than doing the &lt;a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext05/7ws2610.txt"&gt;First Quarto &lt;/a&gt;version of Hamlet, the only version of Shakespeare’s most oft-produced play - that no one ever deigns to do? Perhaps doing it with fake British accents while sipping martinis, or perhaps talking about doing it while in public so as to lure eavesdroppers into thinking how interesting and creative we must be. We’ve tried doing those things, but performing the play in the &lt;a href="http://www.bricktheater.com/pretentious/"&gt;Pretentious Festival &lt;/a&gt;would make us feel far more self-satisfied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name some obscure influences on your work -- extra points for unpronounceability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no influences. Not even each other. We reinvent the wheel each time we take the stage. If not the wheel, the arts at least. We’re like the Walt Disney Corporation that way. Not influenced by it, just like it. We should also mention that Shakespeare’s First Quarto of Hamlet in no way influenced our performance of Shakespeare’s First Quarto of Hamlet, nor did Shakespeare. Nor Bacon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The late &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roland_Barthes"&gt;Roland Barthes &lt;/a&gt;once wrote “For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with short arms can never, never make a fine gesture.” Explicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s ridiculous. Did this Roland Barthes character ever write a Shakespeare play? I think not. “&lt;em&gt;Speak&lt;/em&gt; the speech…nor do not saw the air with your hands…” seems pretty plain to me we’d better off as theatre artists without the distraction of arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In what ways do you plan on alienating your audience? Cite an intentionally opaque or confusing moment within your production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audience? We’ve never noticed one before and we’re not about to start now. That doesn’t mean we don’t want you at our show. It just means we will only acknowledge you existentially (and not without a modicum of ennui).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Which other Pretentious Festival show will you declare as your sworn ideological enemy, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We declare the entirety of the Pretentious Festival, it’s very existence, our sworn enemy. Ideologically, metaphorically, allegorically, acutely, obtusely, truly, madly and deeply. And that other production of Hamlet too (break legs &lt;a href="http://collisionwork.livejournal.com/"&gt;Ian &amp; Co.&lt;/a&gt;). To illustrate the disdain we bear, we will no longer refer to this as the Pretentious Festival, but rather the ?retentious Festival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Please give us the gist of the acceptance speech you would use were you to win one of our Pretentious Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ha.” &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Version Two&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. What exactly makes your show so damn pretentious anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We perform it entirely in the nude. (Nudity is pretentious AND it sells!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Name some obscure influences on your work -- extra points for unpronounceability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our show has been influenced profoundly, much like the experimental German theatre, by the work of Baron Von Jaegermeister. His work seems wonderful at first, but in excess gives you a serious headache in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The late Roland Barthes once wrote “For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with short arms can never, never make a fine gesture.” Explicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/feature/1997/10/cov_si_24mamet.html"&gt;David Mamet&lt;/a&gt; once wrote “&lt;a href="http://www.chicagoist.com/archives/2006/10/12/talk_like_a_mametian.php"&gt;Fuck you&lt;/a&gt;. Fuck you all. Fuck the lot of you. And especially fuck Roland Barthes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In what ways do you plan on alienating your audience? Cite an intentionally opaque or confusing moment within your production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start our show 30 minutes EARLY every night. That way everyone is confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Which other Pretentious Festival show will you declare as your sworn ideological enemy, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Poppins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Please give us the gist of the acceptance speech you would use were you to win one of our Pretentious Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you so much for this award. If anybody else thinks they deserve it more they can bid on it tomorrow on Ebay.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-8892474534458979052?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/8892474534458979052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=8892474534458979052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/8892474534458979052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/8892474534458979052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/pretentious-questionnaire-answers.html' title='Pretentious Questionnaire Answers'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-6235943414206485342</id><published>2007-05-08T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T20:12:34.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The King and I</title><content type='html'>This is all great stuff... I'm wondering of course how Gertred/Gertrude fits into it all from the point of view of your Claudius/King? It's so difficult to fathom. For one thing, there's so much less information -- virually half as much -- in the Q1 versus F that one almost has to look at them as different plays/characters but of course it's all but impossible to ignore what's known from the Folio, which is A LOT more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tell me, why does he feel it's his Divine Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the cosmic wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think there was anything between G &amp;amp; C while old Hamlet was still alive? From my Gertred's POV, I don't think it's possible. I think Claudius fulfills a whole different need in her than she fills in him, don't you? They just happen to be there for each other's distinctly selfish reasons. And G's willful blindness and willing flesh are just what C needs to feel his full power. What's so fascinating to me about the relationship, though, is that there seems to be true affection from both sides. Ultimately, that's what adds to the tragedy and makes C not some simplistic villain. I don't have a &lt;em&gt;real, internalized&lt;/em&gt; grasp on it yet though... Do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-6235943414206485342?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/6235943414206485342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=6235943414206485342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/6235943414206485342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/6235943414206485342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-all-great-stuff.html' title='The King and I'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-186188427349799229</id><published>2007-05-08T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T14:01:08.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good King Gone Bad</title><content type='html'>I am currently wrestling with the character of Claudius. I had previously categorized him as a hedonistic, calculating megalomaniac. I am rethinking it all, if for no other reason than to avoid judging him as opposed to being him. I am also trying to wrap my head around the idea of "King." We don't have a ready example in American culture. Power and money (or the name Elvis) are not the only factors that make a King (as opposed to President). Kingship comes from divinity - whether or not the wearer of the crown got there legitimately, or illegitimately. A King is not elected. In the minds of a King and his subjects - a King is placed there by none other than God himself.&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to approach Claudius as a man who made himself King because he feels it is his Divine Right. By killing his brother, he is righting a cosmic wrong. And Claudius does make a good King - moral objections aside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-186188427349799229?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/186188427349799229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=186188427349799229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/186188427349799229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/186188427349799229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-king-gone-bad.html' title='A Good King Gone Bad'/><author><name>Thomas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6049/1136/1600/bull.gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-3659161486860748583</id><published>2007-05-07T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T13:04:17.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamlet's Age</title><content type='html'>Hamlet's age is much disputed. People sometimes cite the actors' ages who played Hamlet, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Burbage&lt;/span&gt;, for example, played everything from Hamlet to Lear. As far as textual reference, the gravedigger says 30, but later the scene itself is contradictory. As actor, I prefer treating it like any other text and finding the evidence in relationships, behavior and general character development. And inasmuch as 30 is the new 20 or maybe a bit younger, I would agree, i.e.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In addition to being brilliant, noble, acceptably eloquent, and all those other things we love about him, at least until the final act he’s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;naïve&lt;/span&gt; ("meet it is I set it down/That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain!"), peevish, petulant, wildly changeable from moment to moment, maddeningly and intransigently judgmental, a know-it-all theater critic, and a shallow philosopher who actually believes he can solve the eternal human problems that nobody else has succeeded at. If that’s not a teenager, what is?" &lt;a href="http://www.princehamlet.com/chapter_1.html"&gt;Stephen F. Roth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.princehamlet.com/chapter_1.html"&gt;This site&lt;/a&gt; makes the most comprehensive and convincing arguments, one of the most unusual and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;intriguing&lt;/span&gt; ones being:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Only two dozen lines after the gravedigger’s thirty-year references, Hamlet conjures up some of the most haunting imagery of the scene: 'Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander…' &lt;a href="http://bartelby.com/70/4251#86"&gt;5.1.86&lt;/a&gt; Alexander’s name is repeated like an incantation, five times in a dozen lines. And a dozen lines later, Hamlet invokes 'Imperious Caesar, dead and turn’d to clay…' &lt;a href="http://bartelby.com/70/4251#89"&gt;5.1.89&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Consider: Alexander led his father’s armies into battle at sixteen. He became king at nineteen, following his father’s murder. And by the time he died at age thirty-one, he had conquered the known world. Caesar, likewise, was thrust into the machinations of power after his father’s death, at age sixteen, and was leading men into battle at eighteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander’s life was common Elizabethan fare, and London theatergoers had been treated to Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar multiple times in the years preceding Hamlet’s release. The parallel between young Hamlet and those warlike young sovereigns–lodged here in the scene that so consciously and repeatedly sets times, durations, and ages–is more than suggestive. Certainly the classics-battered Oxford- and Cambridge-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ites&lt;/span&gt; would have copped to it."&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/2911574121612188951-3659161486860748583?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/3659161486860748583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=3659161486860748583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/3659161486860748583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/3659161486860748583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/hamlets-age.html' title='Hamlet&apos;s Age'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-1284804928413685075</id><published>2007-05-06T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T22:49:24.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TCOB</title><content type='html'>Great meeting with Thomas today. Need to start PR-ing this thing and he has some good ideas. Meghan got Gerard to do the coffin and he's picking up the ball and totally running with it on his own. Meghan also went over the crazy schedule and figured out when we could do rehearsals at the times the Brick has offered us. Cynthia got the meeting at the Brick changed to Wednesday. Moving right along.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thank you, thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-1284804928413685075?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/1284804928413685075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=1284804928413685075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/1284804928413685075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/1284804928413685075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/amazing-grace.html' title='TCOB'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-9087517369853860424</id><published>2007-05-05T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T21:30:07.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soliloquies and more</title><content type='html'>Of course I knew I would get dissent on my take on soliloquies.  Be it ever so humble and minority, it's just my opinion based on experiences as audience member.  And no, I don't think soliloquies are where characters speak their subtexts.  But that gets into the whole discussion of how one defines subtext.  Certainly Shakespeare has devious characters saying what they don't mean, but a character's underlying intention, to me, is defined as motivation, not subtext.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we're at unpopular opinions, let me just get this out of the way, too:  I did not like the Wooster Group's &lt;em&gt;Hamlet&lt;/em&gt;.  I thought it was a pointless exercise, a one-joke premise, passionless, cocky and in general kind of a downer for all the wrong reasons... and that's despite the very capable actors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I said it.  I feel better now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-9087517369853860424?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/9087517369853860424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=9087517369853860424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/9087517369853860424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/9087517369853860424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/soliloquies-and-more.html' title='Soliloquies and more'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-9138427705297360025</id><published>2007-05-04T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T20:35:14.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing is believing...</title><content type='html'>Although generally important in theater, in Shakespeare it is particularly incumbent on the actors to see what they're talking about in front of them as part of the storytelling job. (Annie goes into this as well; she talks about words having life not meaning.) So that when the sentinels recount seeing the Ghost, they have to make the experience real to the audience. When the Ghost describes his brother poisoning him, the experience has to be conveyed by seeing the act. Claudius seeing his brother die makes him fight all the harder for his right as king. Gertrude seeing Ophelia drown. Ophelia seeing Hamlet coming to her closet disheveled, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the soliloquies. It kind of bothers me that there's this seeming imperative to deliver them to the audience. From my limited research, first of all, that practice has gone in and out of fashion over the centuries so to talk about how it's "supposed to be" done is weird (not to mention strident). Besides, even if you do, I think it needs to be carefully nuanced. If soliloquies are thoughts that the character cannot entrust to any other character in the play, then maybe those thoughts are better understood by the listener if s/he can listen in on, or overhear them, versus being told them, complete with eye contact. Also, there's the intimacy factor -- the audience as one listener versus many individual listeners; confession versus lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, from the storytelling point of view -- even if the story is thoughts -- the story has to be reflected/experienced on the body, face, eyes of the teller in order for it to be empathized with by the listener. So in my view, if you're going to err, it should be on the side of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internalizing&lt;/span&gt; versus externalizing a soliloquy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-9138427705297360025?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/9138427705297360025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=9138427705297360025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/9138427705297360025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/9138427705297360025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/seeing-is-believing.html' title='Seeing is believing...'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-3382688706211108159</id><published>2007-05-03T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:51:31.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Undiscovered Country</title><content type='html'>There's real life and then there's real death.&lt;br /&gt;Our thoughts are with you, Cynthia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-3382688706211108159?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/3382688706211108159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=3382688706211108159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/3382688706211108159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/3382688706211108159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/undiscovered-country.html' title='Undiscovered Country'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-3101091175390314660</id><published>2007-05-02T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T22:30:10.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ghost III</title><content type='html'>So back to Hamlet and the Ghost... Does Hamlet lose his soul when he promises the Ghost to revenge his father's death and is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;devastating&lt;/span&gt; end of that play proof of that? Does Hamlet's indecision come from his weighing revenge against "remember me," as one theory has it? That is, does killing someone ultimately become a difficult way for Hamlet to remember his father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that in the English Reformation, the Roman Catholic concept of Purgatory was officially banished in 1563. &lt;em&gt;Hamlet&lt;/em&gt; the play may have been messing with that censorship by indirectly depicting Purgatory, which was no longer allowed. There are a bunch of allusions to it: "doomed for a certain time"; "purged and burnt away"; "yes, by St. Patrick" (St. Patrick is the keeper of Purgatory); "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ubique&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.leithart.com/archives/001781.php"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Leithart&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;: "Hamlet's strange '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ubique&lt;/span&gt;' to the ghost may be taken from a prayer to be performed in a churchyard that relieves the one praying from as many years of Purgatory as there are bodies buried in the yard -- '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Avete&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;omnes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;animae&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fideles&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;quarum&lt;/span&gt; corpora &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ubique&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;requiescunt&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pulvere&lt;/span&gt;' – Hail all faithful souls, whose bodies here and everywhere do rest in the dust.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to put the play in its contemporary context, the Protestants put an end to the practices and beliefs associated with Purgatory, which had everyone concerned about the fate of their souls and those of their ancestors. Purgatory was all about remembrance and communion with the dead so that when the Ghost says "remember me," he may have been asking to have his burden lifted through prayer by the living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to say that the Ghost's primary directive is "remember me" and that revenge is secondary, as some scholarship out there would have it (like Stephen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Greenblatt&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;em&gt;Hamlet in Purgatory&lt;/em&gt;), is stretching it... a lot, especially if you're looking at the First Quarto. The Ghost's whole rant is essentially, "Here's what the bastard did to me; you'd be a wimp if you didn't 'sweep to my revenge'; oh but don't get carried away and off your mother -- leave revenge on her to heaven." But it is interesting to consider how revenge and remembrance can be reconciled in a culture where there was a widespread fear among the living of being forgotten after death and the one way of dealing with that was just made illegal. So, that young Hamlet may be indecisive about praying versus killing is not a bad theory, especially when you also think about other scenes; like, what stops him from killing Claudius when he has the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit... you'll never believe this.  I SWEAR it's true:  We've been having trouble with mice in our building. We've been trying to catch them live and set them free, with not so much success (meaning they bred faster than we could catch them). So tonight we reluctantly set our first death trap. I was just about to post this and go to bed when WHAM the mousetrap springs. I can't look... hey, Nick...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-3101091175390314660?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/3101091175390314660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=3101091175390314660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/3101091175390314660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/3101091175390314660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-back-to-hamlet-and-ghost.html' title='The Ghost III'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-6245853535167101097</id><published>2007-05-01T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:57:15.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Real</title><content type='html'>Although we mostly have a mutual admiration society going on, seems I've &lt;a href="http://collisionwork.livejournal.com/73476.html"&gt;embarrassed poor Ian&lt;/a&gt;. Sorry, my friend, but don't fret. I think ol' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Philucifer's&lt;/span&gt; basically got it right. I'm just a little devil who can't help myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get quality time with Hamlet thoughts again. "Real" life can be so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surreally&lt;/span&gt; boring, ever notice that?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but I been told&lt;br /&gt;You never die and you never grow old&lt;br /&gt;(joyeux anniversaire, jay-son!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-6245853535167101097?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/6245853535167101097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=6245853535167101097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/6245853535167101097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/6245853535167101097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-real.html' title='For Real'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-7739222038788239355</id><published>2007-04-30T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T09:50:40.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretentious Questionnaire... whoa</title><content type='html'>"The Pretentious Festival is only a month away! Whee/ouf! We're in the midst of scheduling your tech rehearsals, so be on the lookout for that. Meanwhile, we'd like to get the ball rolling in terms of turning the &lt;a href="http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pretentious Blog &lt;/a&gt;into a fun-filled world of magic and wonder. As such, we'd like a representative from each of the Pretentious shows to fill out the following questionnaire. We will post a new series of answers every day or so over the course of May, so that everyone will be able to have their say preliminary to the opening of the festival. If you don't have an answer to any of these questions, make it up! The idea is to be tongue-in-cheek, but the questions have been put together in such a way that you can actually answer them with some degree of integrity if you choose to. Links to your responses will be added to the blog during the immediate run-up to your opening as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now - the questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. What exactly makes your show so damn pretentious anyway?&lt;br /&gt;2. Name some obscure influences on your work &amp;shy; extra points for unpronounceability.&lt;br /&gt;3. The late Roland Barthes once wrote “For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with short arms can never, never make a fine gesture.” Explicate.&lt;br /&gt;4. In what ways do you plan on alienating your audience? Cite an intentionally opaque or confusing moment within your production.&lt;br /&gt;5. Which other Pretentious Festival show will you declare as your sworn ideological enemy, and why?&lt;br /&gt;6. Please give us the gist of the acceptance speech you would use were you to win one of our Pretentious Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'd like to include an image with each answer-filled post. If you haven't given us an image yet, remember to do so - likewise, if, for these purposes, you'd like to include a photo of the person doing the answering, that works too. As always, if anyone has any questions or comments, don't hesitate to ask. Likewise, if anyone has any suggestions for relevant bloggery, do tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look forward to hearing what you have to say! Best, Jeff "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-7739222038788239355?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/7739222038788239355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=7739222038788239355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/7739222038788239355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/7739222038788239355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/04/whoa.html' title='Pretentious Questionnaire... whoa'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-4423579675918602559</id><published>2007-04-29T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T01:20:45.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and we're off...</title><content type='html'>Although we were short Thomas, it was an exhilarating and energizing first get-together after almost a year. We tried to tape it for you, Thomas, but my recorder crapped out on me -- so sorry. Guess it wasn't just a case of needing new batteries after all... We were on the same page about pretty much everything -- things we wanted to address from the last production -- costumes, props and overall concept on both -- and things we wanted to try this production. Also, we actually found quite a bit of rehearsal time in all our nutty schedules. It definitely helped to go through the calendar literally on a day-by-day basis -- even after the hours Meghan and Cynthia had spent trying to make sense of it all. And mostly, it was fun being in the same room together again. So here's a little trip down memory lane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RjVoDerZtoI/AAAAAAAAABE/cTKkDTYwlCg/s1600-h/CIMG1411.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RjVn6urZtnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WyMLyRuSaqw/s1600-h/CIMG1394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059064015080765042" style="CURSOR: hand" height="188" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RjVn6urZtnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WyMLyRuSaqw/s320/CIMG1394.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RjVooerZtqI/AAAAAAAAABU/AWl628nZ3O0/s1600-h/CIMG1424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059064801059780258" style="WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="175" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RjVooerZtqI/AAAAAAAAABU/AWl628nZ3O0/s320/CIMG1424.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RjVwVerZtrI/AAAAAAAAABc/AcVGHJpYUco/s1600-h/IMG_2404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059073270735287986" style="CURSOR: hand" height="186" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RjVwVerZtrI/AAAAAAAAABc/AcVGHJpYUco/s320/IMG_2404.JPG" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RjVwierZtsI/AAAAAAAAABk/iGWBl6U1tpc/s1600-h/IMG_2395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059073494073587394" style="CURSOR: hand" height="184" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RjVwierZtsI/AAAAAAAAABk/iGWBl6U1tpc/s320/IMG_2395.JPG" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RjVwvurZttI/AAAAAAAAABs/DGwz5a4FP08/s1600-h/IMG_2402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059073721706854098" style="CURSOR: hand" height="275" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RjVwvurZttI/AAAAAAAAABs/DGwz5a4FP08/s320/IMG_2402.JPG" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RjVxQurZtvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IGA5fLXPt3E/s1600-h/IMG_2392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059074288642537202" style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" height="220" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RjVxQurZtvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IGA5fLXPt3E/s320/IMG_2392.JPG" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RjVxA-rZtuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ocyz6smjSlw/s1600-h/IMG_2400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059074018059597538" style="CURSOR: hand" height="192" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RjVxA-rZtuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ocyz6smjSlw/s320/IMG_2400.JPG" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RjVoa-rZtpI/AAAAAAAAABM/uXq6MSEB6JA/s1600-h/CIMG1424.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-4423579675918602559?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/4423579675918602559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=4423579675918602559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/4423579675918602559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/4423579675918602559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-rehearsal.html' title='and we&apos;re off...'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RjVn6urZtnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WyMLyRuSaqw/s72-c/CIMG1394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-3793806983042464257</id><published>2007-04-28T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T10:31:04.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Meeting</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is our first cast meeting. I'm very excited. And yiked. I guess we're really doing this again -- ahhhhhhhh. I'm most excited that we have the same exact cast again as last year. It was touch and go there for awhile, what with everyone's crazy schedule. So now the complete listing to the right of your screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, FYI, Gorilla Rep is doing a &lt;a href="http://clydefitch.blogspot.com/2007/04/return-of-dane.html"&gt;free uncut Hamlet&lt;/a&gt; in May.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-3793806983042464257?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/3793806983042464257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=3793806983042464257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/3793806983042464257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/3793806983042464257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/04/tomorrow-is-our-first-cast-meeting.html' title='First Meeting'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-5624751629091097968</id><published>2007-04-27T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T00:28:15.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonny Stranger</title><content type='html'>One of my bestest buddies is &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=108960"&gt;Jonny Stranger&lt;/a&gt;, Austin filmmaker, actor, writer, musician, and all around artist and mensch extraordnaire. And since I've been doing all this lofty quoting -- as is only fitting of any entrant in a Pretentious Festival, I'm sure you'd agree -- I thought I'd let someone who really means something to me choose the quotes for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jonny Stranger... About me:&lt;br /&gt;No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell. -Antonin Artaud** I don't think you should feel about a film. You should feel about a woman, not a movie. You can't kiss a movie. -Jean-Luc Godard** Death is one of the few things that can be done as easily lying down. The difference between sex and death is that with death you can do it alone and no one is going to make fun of you. -Woody Allen** I have ten commandments. The first nine are, thou shalt not bore. The tenth is, thou shalt have right of final cut. -Billy Wilder** Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one. -Stella Adler ** Anything worth doing is worth doing slowly. -Mae West** Drama is life with the dull bits cut out. -Alfred Hitchcock**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-5624751629091097968?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/5624751629091097968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=5624751629091097968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/5624751629091097968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/5624751629091097968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-of-my-bestest-buddies-is-jonny.html' title='Jonny Stranger'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-1354614549052505375</id><published>2007-04-26T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T11:29:46.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Negative Capability</title><content type='html'>One of the most fascinating things to me about this play was its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;initiation&lt;/span&gt; process. I never truly understood before what was so great about this great play that everyone says is so great. A strange thing happens when you delve into it. Every discovery about it becomes at once true and not true. Like Hamlet himself, you start seeing it this way but also that. And while language and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;socio&lt;/span&gt;-political context being foreign to us is certainly an obstacle, those are not at the core of the mystery. The possibilities are endless and you start thinking yourself into a black hole. I want to take back, for example, that Hamlet has a tragic flaw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Annie's class upon recommendation basically because I wanted to cut to the chase -- where my own thoughts and research were too slow to lead me. But one of the most striking things she said a class or so before the last one was that this play is unsolvable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of a concept that long ago had been a huge 'aha' moment when introduced to me -- the key, I thought in all my college-age excitement, to ending wars, most of which are fought over religion: Keats's &lt;a href="http://www.mrbauld.com/negcap.html"&gt;Negative Capability&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;"... it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously - I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason-Coleridge, for instance, would let go by a fine isolated verisimilitude caught from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Penetralium&lt;/span&gt; of mystery, from being incapable of remaining content with&lt;br /&gt;half-knowledge."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no chase to cut to. There is only yet another angle from which to see something. And while it's fun analysing the play and reading reading reading about it, the most satisfying thing of all is acting it, free-falling and letting your own molecular makeup translate and speak to you the uncertain and mysterious things you can't fathom about it but know are true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-1354614549052505375?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/1354614549052505375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=1354614549052505375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/1354614549052505375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/1354614549052505375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/04/negative-capability.html' title='Negative Capability'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-926121409012103621</id><published>2007-04-25T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T09:02:06.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heads Up</title><content type='html'>Okeydoke. Time to plug some colleagues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, there's the very important &lt;a href="http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pretentious Festival Blog&lt;/a&gt; - "The Official Blog of the Most Important Theater Festival on Earth" This, mind you, is the blog by the theater that is presenting the festival, which is also presenting &lt;em&gt;The Impending Theatrical Blogging Event,&lt;/em&gt; curated by the Brick's own Michael Gardner at which "the New York community of theater bloggers blog about themselves as a theatrical event, live, at the theater, while blogging on their laptops. All blogs are projected onto a large blog screen. Audience members are encouraged to comment on the commentators' commentary and blog about it afterwards." Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there's our Hamlet brother in the Festival, Ian W. Hill, who designs, directs and stars in &lt;em&gt;Ian W. Hill's Hamlet&lt;/em&gt;, his 50th production, 10 years to the month after his first! From his description on the &lt;a href="http://www.bricktheater.com/pretentious/"&gt;Festival Site&lt;/a&gt; (the only one that was, ahem, allowed more than 100 words, but who's counting): "Hill guides a cast of eighteen [yes, &lt;strong&gt;that's 18&lt;/strong&gt; - we can barely coordinate 7 people!] through a ruthlessly and idiosyncratically cut version of the play, being faithful to an idea of the play, while having no respect for the tradition around it." Sounds way fun and if having seen Ian perform in a reading of a play by our mutual friend, raconteur and iconoclast extraordinaire TravSD (who, by the by, is also in the Festival with his show &lt;em&gt;Nihils&lt;/em&gt;) in Coney a few weeks ago is any indication, it most definitely will be! Ian has his own &lt;a href="http://collisionwork.livejournal.com/"&gt;tremendous blog&lt;/a&gt;. (Oh, and that reminds me... Hope your &lt;a href="http://collisionwork.livejournal.com/72232.html"&gt;mouth is recovering&lt;/a&gt;, Ian - ouch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, there's my friend and Shakespeare scholar William Niederkorn's &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/04/22/education/shakespeare.html?_r=1&amp;n=Top%2fReference%2fTimes%20Topics%2fPeople%2fN%2fNiederkorn%2c%20William%20S%2e&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;article in the New York Times&lt;/a&gt; last Sunday about a survey of college professors and the "authorship question." The overall result: "Here's good news for Stratfordians as they celebrate the Bard’s birth, on April 23: Professors believe in him." Bravo, William. PR being PR, I can't of course plug William without also (again) plugging his &lt;a href="http://www.newworldtheatre.org/blog/2006/07/william-niederkorn-reviews-hamlet-1603.html"&gt;splendid review of our splendid show&lt;/a&gt; when we did it last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, finally, I got a voicemail today from Tim Sheridan who produced and acted Horatio in the Q1 Hamlet at &lt;a href="http://www.theatreofnote.com/"&gt;Theatre of Note&lt;/a&gt; in L.A. in 2003, with &lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio?isbn=9780521653909"&gt;Kathleen O. Irace - editor of &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio?isbn=9780521653909"&gt;The First Quarto of Hamlet&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;the version we worked from&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; as their dramaturg. He's very excited to talk about his experience and to "get in touch with Kathy" (whom it would be great to engage). I, of course, am really looking forward to talking to him/them. Based on his message, he is just as excited about this much and falsely maligned version as we are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-926121409012103621?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/926121409012103621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=926121409012103621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/926121409012103621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/926121409012103621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/04/heads-up.html' title='Heads Up'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-7398892320383467961</id><published>2007-04-24T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T08:16:43.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost 2</title><content type='html'>Throughout the play, the Ghost is viewed by various characters alternately as an illusion, a portent foreshadowing danger to Denmark (“strange eruption to our state”), a spirit returning from the grave because of a task left undone, a spirit from purgatory, and a devil who assumes the form of a dead person to lure mortals to doom &amp;shy; i.e., religious, supernatural and pagan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s interesting to give some weight to the ‘devil’ notion, especially in light of the ending of the play. What if Hamlet was simply deceived, tricked into losing his soul that fateful night that spelled the beginning of the end? Revenge certainly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t a Christian concept, and especially as a student at a theological university he would be well aware of that. What if then, as some theorists would have it, Hamlet was set up, possessed, as Jonathan Pryce played him, by a demon who sought revenge and Hamlet was his surrogate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes sense in a certain way but it isn't dramatic. It takes free will away from Hamlet and the Aristotelian tragic flaw. Also, practically, it doesn't explain why the Ghost would come back in the closet scene, of all scenes. Hamlet is already poised to carry out the revenge at that point, having just tested the Ghost's assertions and proven them to be true.  Why bother coming back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more interesting is the other imperative the Ghost gives Hamlet besides revenge: Remember me. There is some eloquent thought about that to be found, including that Hamlet's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vacillation&lt;/span&gt; comes from weighing one against the other... But not tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Hey, the festival schedule is up at the &lt;a href="http://www.bricktheater.com/pretentious/"&gt;Brick site&lt;/a&gt;. As well as a link to this blog. Alright you guys, are you gonna keep me hanging out here on this limb by myself?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-7398892320383467961?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/7398892320383467961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=7398892320383467961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/7398892320383467961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/7398892320383467961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/04/ghost-2-etc.html' title='Ghost 2'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-2312831914433116123</id><published>2007-04-23T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T23:14:11.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost</title><content type='html'>Apparently, Shakespeare himself is traditionally believed to have played the Ghost.  Perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-2312831914433116123?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/2312831914433116123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=2312831914433116123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/2312831914433116123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/2312831914433116123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/04/ghost.html' title='Ghost'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-7448633399528657530</id><published>2007-04-22T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T08:19:44.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RSC Site</title><content type='html'>Another very informative and comprehensive (and fun) website is the &lt;a href="http://www.rsc.org.uk/home/default.aspx"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rsc.org.uk/home/default.aspx"&gt;Royal Shakespeare Company&lt;/a&gt;'s, specifically &lt;a href="http://www.rsc.org.uk/hamlet/about/stage.html"&gt;Hamlet's production history&lt;/a&gt; through the ages.It encapsulates the definitive, mostly British approaches to Hamlet over the centuries, beginning with the first productions after its completion around 1600/1 and ending in 2001. Some things that stood out for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hamlet was immediately popular, judging from the many contemporary references.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of the 18th century productions, most notable was the first female Hamlet, Sarah Siddons. The role was regarded as having many feminine qualities and was later played by Sarah Sarah Bernhardt, Eva La Gallienne and others, including, in 2000 by German actress Angela Winkler at the Edinburgh Royal Lyceum.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Edmund Kean from 1814-1833 was the first to react to the Ghost “with affection and eagerness rather than terror and the first to treat Ophelia with love rather than brutality.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1864-1885 saw the period of Henry Irving, who moved Hamlet to “genuine lunacy, reflecting the interest in madness typical of the period,” and of Fanny Morant and Margaret Leighton who introduced “a more sexual, voluptuous… Gertrude.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With John Barrymore came the psycho-analytical, Freudian approach and a “strong sexual undercurrent between Hamlet and Gertrude" AND between Ophelia and Laertes (hadn’t heard that one before).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This was followed by Olivier’s Oedipal reading and Gielgud’s romantic, disillusioned and frustrated “sweet prince.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The 1960s &amp;amp; 70s saw an explosion of controversial Hamlets reflecting the political upheaval at the time, for example Peter Hall’s “student prince” “anti-hero” “existential prince”– “the modern intellectual tortured by the needs of political commitment.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then in 1975 came Buzz Goodbody, “the first (and so far last) woman to direct a major British production.” Her modern-dress, studio production “attempted to break down barriers between audience and actors [by having] soliloquies delivered directly to” the audience.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the late 70s, Jonathan Pryce’s Hamlet was physically possessed by his father’s ghost.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1989’s Daniel Day-Lewis had to withdraw from the production because he became convinced that he saw his own father’s ghost, not Hamlet’s.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a 1999 poll, the play was voted the ‘master-work’ of the millennium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-7448633399528657530?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/7448633399528657530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=7448633399528657530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/7448633399528657530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/7448633399528657530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/04/rsc-site.html' title='RSC Site'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-136860240305364597</id><published>2007-04-21T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T14:36:20.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Textual Clues</title><content type='html'>From Annie O.: The folio is put together and punctuated by actors versus scholars and, as such, a key to acting the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Periods – The place where you check in with your scene partner to see if you got through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commas – Words after commas are afterthoughts. Why Claudius is so brilliant – he can think on his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colon – What follows tops the last thing said and is meant to stop someone from interrupting. According to some, a colon is a cue to physically move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semi-colon – What follows is the thought that makes you downshift for the next thing you say; the moment of reflection – reluctance, shame, humility, trepidation, etc.; when something is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capitals in mid-sentence: extra emphasis where energy will land. Ex: “too too solid Flesh would melt”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E’s at end of words are for emphasis: “we doe my lord”; “my Lord from head to Foote”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fascinating stuff and why modern versions have limitations. And this is a great website: &lt;a href="http://global-language.com/"&gt;http://global-language.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-136860240305364597?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/136860240305364597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=136860240305364597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/136860240305364597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/136860240305364597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/04/textual-clues.html' title='Textual Clues'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-3194772445087193843</id><published>2007-04-20T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T02:34:51.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More closet</title><content type='html'>Wow, I’m sitting at a truck stop just outside of Knoxville, TN, writing and waiting for my G4 to fully charge and in the background there’s country music and announcements: “Attention Pilot shower customer 74. Your hot shower is now ready for you. Please proceed to shower 1.” My dad was a trucker. God, I so loved this country once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the closet scene… In Q1 it is Gertred’s climax. After the closet scene Gertred is irreversibly changed and her denouement to the end of the play begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several things happen to her during the scene, the combination of which prove too much for her. Hamlet makes her see just how painful her quickie marriage was for him, just what he’s capable of and what she may well have driven him to (the unfortunate Corambis incident). This is already overwhelming enough. He then relentlessly shames her for her lustful ways – reminding her that “your blood runs backward now from whence it came,” and that she's basically pathetic. But this is his youth speaking (no, I don’t think Hamlet’s 30, but that’s another post) and could potentially be dismissed as such. So far she’s still desperately trying to run away, close her ears, close her mind, keep the status quo of everything’s hunky dory and fixable with time. But now comes the final whammy – the thing I just glossed over during my last post on the scene: She finds out for the first time that on top of everything Claudius actually killed old Hamlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This proves to be too much for her. And just at the moment when she’s about to faint or die or otherwise check out, the Ghost intervenes and guides Hamlet back to his mission, including taking it easy on his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Hamlet comforts her, convinces her he’s not crazy and enlists her help in his revenge. And Gertred, so grateful and incredulous that through all her willful blindness, God didn’t take away her son, too – and in her son is of course also what’s left of her beloved husband, hence the trinity I referred to – she now sees crystal clearly that this is her chance for redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if in the first half, Gerty is the girl, the sexpot, the confident female, in the second half she’s all humility, devoted servant to God – whom she now evokes much more often (“thanks be to heaven,” etc.) -- and she is mother. She tries to be mother to Hamlet, as well as to Ophelia in her hour of need. But the downward spiral has already begun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-3194772445087193843?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/3194772445087193843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=3194772445087193843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/3194772445087193843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/3194772445087193843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/04/wow-im-sitting-at-truck-stop-just.html' title='More closet'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-8694571917054506083</id><published>2007-04-20T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T02:46:46.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Q1 in LA and the Dramatists List</title><content type='html'>There are two groups that I would love to engage on this blog right now. One is &lt;a href="http://www.theatreofnote.com/"&gt;Theater of Note &lt;/a&gt;in LA who did the Q1 Hamlet in 03 with Kathleen Irace (whose version we worked from) as their dramaturg. I have an email into them and they replied saying they would forward it to the director. I'd love to get some stories on their experience with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other is the &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/dramatists/"&gt;dramatists list serve&lt;/a&gt; which is a discussion list of mostly playwrights. They're going hot and heavy at Hamlet right now ("read the fucking play," "horseshit"...) mostly discussing whether the Ghost is real or a figment of Hamlet's imagination. Well, one guy is standing his ground saying it might be a figment and he's getting pummeled by everyone else. Pretty hilarious. It's cool the play can inspire so much passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here again is where Q1 displays its simple elegance and where our production ups the ante: It leaves no doubt that it is an "honest ghost." In fact, it occurs to me now that the first Truth Hamlet elicits is, in fact, the Ghost's and from there on out he's on his crusade to get it from everyone else. But really that's the case in the Folio as well. Then by having the Ghost reside in Gertred -- "man and wife is one flesh" -- there's a trinity created by the end of the closet scene that then drives the play home. Hamlet is no longer alone. He has succeeded in reuniting his precious family which gives him strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-8694571917054506083?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/8694571917054506083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=8694571917054506083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/8694571917054506083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/8694571917054506083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/04/q1-in-la-and-dramatists-list.html' title='Q1 in LA and the Dramatists List'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-5437509288091649943</id><published>2007-04-18T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:31:10.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Annie</title><content type='html'>When we performed the play last July, I knew I wanted to do it again, having had the feeeling that I was just beginning to really explore it when we had to close. Also, the audience response from friends and acquaintances was so positive that I felt it was a shame the production couldn't reach a wider audience (we're a rockin' ensemble, if I do say so myself). While at first it's jarring, if not downright painful , to hear, "To be or not to be, ay, there's the point," and a lot of the poetry is gone (no what a piece of work is man nor flights of angels - to name just 2 of my faves - boo), many of the responses I still get from people excited about our remounting is that they finally understood the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it was actually immersing in the play that hooked me. I started researching various venues and festivals, started looking at Shakespeare in general -- the great women's roles -- more closely again. Along the way I got a mass email from Jason, our Hamlet, that an acting coach he admired (and I think our Claudius, Thomas, may have worked with her... Thomas?) was offering another class on Shakespeare and part of it was going to focus on Hamlet. Long story short, I took the class which, providentially, ended up focusing entirely on Hamlet. Annie was amazing. Talk about maximum involvement. She had studied the play for 30+ years and her insight was greater and deeper than I could accurately keep notes on or even absorb. Also, it was refreshing to meet someone who's been around for a while and doesn't feel the need to trade in passion for patronization and playing the guru (am I the only one who finds that prevalent in theater?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the Hamlet-is-a-dead-man-once-he-meets-the-Ghost insight, she shed some other light and provided some tools I'll throw in here and there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-5437509288091649943?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/5437509288091649943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=5437509288091649943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/5437509288091649943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/5437509288091649943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/04/annie.html' title='Annie'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-4657635372331413315</id><published>2007-04-17T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T05:45:12.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maximum Involvement</title><content type='html'>In my recent thinking about Hamlet as the harsh taskmaster, I thought of Ibsen's Brand and of Kierkegaard's Abraham as a man of faith. The former is a pastor who holds himself and all of his followers, including his wife, to uncompromising moral standards. And even though he falters a few times, he goes the distance, sacrificing his mother, son, and wife along the way in an attempt to adhere to his beliefs. In the latter case, Kierkegaard compares Abraham to Agamemnon, saying that the former is the true man of faith because the Jews will turn against him, never believing that God would command a man to sacrafice his son, whereas Agamemnon can rest assured that his people will stand behind him, knowing that he killed his daughter for the good of them. Oddly enough, Ibsen and Kierkegaard -- Norwegian, Danish -- hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, this notion of the search for the absolute is somewhere at the core of dramatic literature. And it is the thing that I was taught well early on to look for as an actor [and] in search of the core driving force in characters to be portrayed: make the choices that will allow for maximum involvement. It yields the most passionate, resonant results, at least in theory, if not always in execution. So it was exciting to me in a recent class I took that focused specifically on Hamlet to discover the idea that Hamlet knows he is going to die because of a voice he heard that he knows to be the Truth but that no one will believe. What a difference it makes thinking about the nunnery scene, the off-stage scene where Hamlet appears to Ophelia disheveled and frightens her, the closet scene, 'To be or not to be,' the death of Polonius/Corambis, the scene where Hamlet contemplates killing Claudius/King in prayer... Hamlet's entire m.o. from the point of view of someone who is reconciled to the fact that his physical existence is about to end versus someone who is going through a metaphorical existential crisis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-4657635372331413315?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/4657635372331413315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=4657635372331413315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/4657635372331413315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/4657635372331413315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/04/maximum-involvement.html' title='Maximum Involvement'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-1683621861643353687</id><published>2007-04-16T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:51:44.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On desperation, or what makes the closet scene rock</title><content type='html'>"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation... But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things." H.D. Thoreau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say I'm right and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gertred&lt;/span&gt; has willed the blinders on herself, desperately wanting to deny that anything is wrong, that she has done anything wrong, that her husband is dead and that her family as she knew it is no more (and that she is aging, but I'll save that savage beast for another post... maybe). Then what makes the scene such perfect drama is that she and Hamlet are at complete cross purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the Ghost that came unbidden reveals the truth to Hamlet, he's a dead man. There is no escaping it. As prince, he is the only one who can revenge the death of the king. It's his duty. But it'll be treason because you can't depose a ghost as a witness in court. "Oh cursed spite that I was born to set it right." So Hamlet now spends what's left of his young life trying to figure out how to live and die a good man. He has just seen a ghost suffering unspeakably because his soul is not at rest. What does it take to muster the courage to act if the act is killing? But, more, he desperately needs to know why he, personally, has to kill the king - not as prince, not as revenge for his father's death, not because his religion tells him killing is bad - but why &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; needs to do it. Nothing less than his soul is at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to find that out he demands Truth from everyone - from R&amp;amp;G, from Claudius, from Ophelia, from himself -- how many times he uses the word 'honest'! And from his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the whole closet scene, after Polonius/Corambis' death, is the fierce battle between two desperate and thus tremendously powerful people trying to get what they need. The deeper the measure of desperation, the more explosive the scene will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond that, it's a family drama and we all know the powder keg those can be. Hamlet, his mother and the Ghost of Hamlet's father (the latter two in one, in our case). The measure of love for each other among the three... again, the deeper the endowment, the more exhilirating the end when they all emerge cleansed and united on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this scene is where the first quarto is truly an exquisitely simple thing of beauty. Hamlet is always in search of wisdom, but from here on out, because she hears of the murder for the first time, there is also complete clarity for Gertred: "Hamlet, I vow by that majesty That knows our thoughts and looks into our hearts. I will conceal, consent, and do my best, What stratagems soe'er thou shalt devise." There is no subtext in Shakespeare. Her mission is clear from there on out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-1683621861643353687?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/1683621861643353687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=1683621861643353687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/1683621861643353687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/1683621861643353687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-desperation-or-what-makes-closet.html' title='On desperation, or what makes the closet scene rock'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-3835557573040619371</id><published>2007-04-15T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T05:42:13.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More on the Ghost and Gertred...</title><content type='html'>... from the point of view of an actor playing the wife/mother in this play:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gertred's&lt;/span&gt; journey with the added element of imagining the spirit of her husband -- the great love of her life, the father of her only son -- always inside her, raises the stakes. The bond is now not merely metaphorical; they &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; one. The denial of the meaning of her new marriage becomes all the more profound and willful and desperate. When we did this show last July, it was my first stab at the role. I came at it as an outsider with all the usual abstract notions of lust and sex and fallen womanhood. But the more I inhabited the part, the more I felt this sense that, although she is certainly a passionate woman with physical needs, maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; was unable to let go of the elder Hamlet; maybe she hadn't confronted and grieved his death, to put it in modern terms (the only terms under which I can own and endow the part); maybe she just wanted her family to continue. I felt that, with a little prompting by Claudius who readily understood this circumstance and exploited it fully (though even he -- no mere comicbook villain or plot device -- understands the rankness of his offense, thus also honoring Gertred's character), she was pretending that by marrying her husband's brother she could keep going as though nothing had changed and that her son would in time cooperate with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;delusion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this is nothing one can act, Gertred was considered virtuous and honorable and was highly respected among the people. Knowing this does add to the understanding that Gertred is no mere ditz and prohibits any fleeting thought one might have of playing her as anything less than a mature soul and thus robbing the part and the play of its highest potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, I think the power of her fierce determination to deny her crime (her marriage was considered incest) and to deny the gravity and fallout of what she knows to be ailing her son (though not in the quarto, in the folio: "I doubt it is no other, but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;maine&lt;/span&gt;, His Fathers death, and our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;o're&lt;/span&gt;-hasty Marriage") are heightened for the audience and for the actor by having both parents reside in the same personage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... which brings me to the utter devestation/desperation that is the closet scene...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-3835557573040619371?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/3835557573040619371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=3835557573040619371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/3835557573040619371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/3835557573040619371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/04/more-on-ghost-and-gertred.html' title='More on the Ghost and Gertred...'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-8664747263444062177</id><published>2007-04-15T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:20:50.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Butoh and Hamlet</title><content type='html'>One of Cynthia's more inspired strokes is doubling "Gertred" and the Ghost. Hamlet says to the King: "My mother is your wife, man and wife is one flesh, And so (my mother) farewel: for England hoe." The idea that (Hamlet's love for) the father lives inside the mother, adds a layer to the onion of Hamlet's dilemma. It makes palpable the Ghost's warning, "let not thy heart Conspire against thy mother aught, Leaue her to heauen, And to the burthen that her conscience beares," and reinforces the ever-presentness of the Ghost in Hamlet's psyche once he appears to him ("Remember me") at the beginning of the play. &lt;a href="http://www.ratconference.com/gaby/atsushi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="218" alt="" src="http://www.ratconference.com/gaby/atsushi3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal level, it made the production more exciting to me as an actor. Having studied butoh for the last five years or so, it presented a great opportunity to combine the play and the dance, both studies is the raw essence of what it means to be alive and human. Yesterday one of my favorite teachers, &lt;a href="http://www.jinen-butoh.com/"&gt;Atsushi Takenouchi&lt;/a&gt;, sent an announcement for his next workshop... excerpts: &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ratconference.com/gaby/atsushi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="206" alt="" src="http://www.ratconference.com/gaby/atsushi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;life walking, death walking. walking in the various situation with restriction. the way of body operating to make the movement come out from inside. sketch the things in the nature world like living life, animal, natural material by body properly. - one cycle of an embryo, a baby, a child, an adult, an old man. - an insect, a beast, trees, grass, a flower. - a gas, a liquid, a solid, gel, amoeba, an organism, minerals. capturing a conscious movement and an unconscious movement as a dance. dance a fragmental dream. gravitation and floating. various sound and body expression, voice. dance the seasonal body of your own. the process of the metamorphosis. the dance by organic and inorganic contact with other life. how we can be desperate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-8664747263444062177?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/8664747263444062177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=8664747263444062177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/8664747263444062177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/8664747263444062177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/04/butoh-and-hamlet.html' title='Butoh and Hamlet'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911574121612188951.post-4732808099490532548</id><published>2007-04-14T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T11:26:48.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's what we gave the Brick yesterday...</title><content type='html'>PR BLURB:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be an early draft by the bard or it could be a blatant rip-off, but throughout history it has been called the “bad quarto.” This fast-paced, action-packed production proves that “it ain’t necessarily so!” Half the length of the better-known play, this version crystallizes the famous story of murder, madness, love and betrayal. It is performed by an agile ensemble of 7 actors playing multiple roles, including the actress playing Hamlet’s mother doubling as a “butoh” inspired Ghost of Hamlet’s father. Performed uncut, this is a great version of one of the greatest of plays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSONNEL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playwright: William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title of source material: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hamlet"&gt;The First Quarto of Hamlet (published in 1603)&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Producers: Dillon/Liebman/Schafer in association with New World Theatre Company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: Cynthia Dillon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stage Manager/Assistant Director: Meghan Dickerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Anthony Bagnetto, Jason Liebman, Kevin Lind, Alyssa Mann, &lt;a href="http://www.tpoarch.com"&gt;Thomas Poarch&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ratconference.com/gaby/resume.htm"&gt;Gabriele Schafer&lt;/a&gt;, [one actor not yet cast]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butoh Choreographer: Nick Fracaro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight Choreographer: Al Foote, Qui Nguyen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographer: &lt;a href="http://quinnchandler.com/"&gt;Quinn Chandler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PR Photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RiGIPPi-EmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wNQy5F-_2Rs/s1600-h/Q1H3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053470052339028578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RiGIPPi-EmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wNQy5F-_2Rs/s320/Q1H3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RiGIE_i-ElI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xp2ob01IDC8/s1600-h/Q1H2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053469876245369426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RiGIE_i-ElI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xp2ob01IDC8/s320/Q1H2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RiGIE_i-ElI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xp2ob01IDC8/s1600-h/Q1H2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RiGIPPi-EmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wNQy5F-_2Rs/s1600-h/Q1H3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2911574121612188951-4732808099490532548?l=badhamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/4732808099490532548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2911574121612188951&amp;postID=4732808099490532548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/4732808099490532548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911574121612188951/posts/default/4732808099490532548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badhamlet.blogspot.com/2007/04/blurb-it-could-be-early-draft-by-bard.html' title='Here&apos;s what we gave the Brick yesterday...'/><author><name>gaby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9WOTaLvj0g/RiGIPPi-EmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wNQy5F-_2Rs/s72-c/Q1H3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
