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Howdy! So Iāve had this blog for almost a year now and I realized that I donāt actually have any real intro/faq post other than my very shitty one I made at the beginning but anyway hereās this!
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FAQ I guess
Howdy! So Iāve had this blog for almost a year now and I realized that I donāt actually have any real intro/faq post other than my very shitty one I made at the beginning but anyway hereās this!
very brave of aumerle to show up once in henry v, have two lines, be gay, and then die. what an icon
He died as he lived. Kissing his cousin.
āTime and tide flow wideā this, āthe great shroud of the sea rolls onā that, the real best line in moby dick is in Cetology when Ishmael is just like god help you if you donāt cheer when you see a porpoise
I want someone to love me as much as Ishmael loves porpoises
Nnnnnnnnnnn Iām thinking about Moby Dick again and the inherent love of preserving someoneās life in narrative as a form of immortality
Because like Ishmael knows that he canāt change the past, he knows that the man he loved is gone, but he tells the story anyway because itās all he can do now. He tells us right from the beginning that Queequeg is going to die, just like everyone else in the story, but he also tells us āfrom that hour I clove to Queequeg like a barnacle; yea, till poor Queequeg took his last long diveā. He tells us that he couldnāt save his life, but he loved him and that still means something. He tells us of the quiet moments when they laid beside eachother in bed, of their marriage, of every act of heroism and bravery. We goof a lot on Melville (and also Ish) for some of the more uhhh tangential descriptions of how hunky and brave this guy is but if weāre looking at it from a watsonian perspective, itās not just that Queequeg is absurdly hot but also Ishmael NEEDS you to know what this person he loved looked like because he probably doesnāt have any photographs or sketches of him. Heās arguably the character in the book who gets the most physical description because that way anyone who hears the story will not only have an image of him, but theyāll see him the way Ishmael saw him. Preserving him doesnāt absolve Ishmael of his survivors guilt, but he needs you who is listening to this tragedy to know that there was love there until the bitter end.
Yknow what while weāre on this I also want to bring up Horatio staying alive to tell Hamletās story as well as Gilgamesh mouring for Enkidu because itās the same vibe. You canāt save the person you loved so dearly and the only thing keeping you walking on this earth is the fact that you are the only way to make sure they are remembered as you knew them. If you donāt remember them then who will?
fucking brutal section headings from the herman melville wikipedia page
twelfth night main plot: haha bisexual love triangle that is gay in both directions! haha mistaken identity and gender fuckery haha
malvolio side plot:
teen & young adult
to be fair les misƩrables IS a teen & young adult book if it is somewhere around 2012-2014 and you are fifteen years old, gay, and most importantly really really weird
I love it when Viola is transmasc and I love it when Viola is bisexual and I love it when Viola is a butch repressed-sapphic cisgirl and I love it when Viola is a trans woman and I love it when it's not really clear what Viola's gender is and I love it when Twelfth Night is about genderqueerness and I love it I love it I love it when Viola is queer
Every day my theory that if you have a silly enough name you are morally obligated to study Classics grows stronger and stronger. You will never in a million years guess the name of the fucking French guy whose paper Iām reading because his name sounds like someone pulled a gun on you and forced you to come up with the name for a French caricature in half a second.
Francis. Croissant.
Every day my theory that if you have a silly enough name you are morally obligated to study Classics grows stronger and stronger. You will never in a million years guess the name of the fucking French guy whose paper Iām reading because his name sounds like someone pulled a gun on you and forced you to come up with the name for a French caricature in half a second.
Can you name the plays of Shakespeare?
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who is your profile picture? he looks really familiar but I can't put my finger on who he is.
Thatās Christopher Plummer as Hamlet in the movie āHamlet at Elsinoreā! It was filmed at the actual Elsinore castle and was the first filmed version of Hamlet I ever fell in love with (and itās on youtube for free). The specific picture is the face he makes IMMEDIATELY after stabbing Polonius. King of incorrect reactions š
https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/theyre-not-human-how-19th-century-inuit-coped-with-a-real-life-invasion-of-the-walking-dead
Indigenous groups across the Americas had all encountered Europeans differently. But where other coastal groups such as the Haida or the Miākmaq had met white men who were well-fed and well-dressed, the Inuit frequently encountered their future colonizers as small parties on the edge of death.
āIām sure it terrified people,ā said Eber, 91, speaking to the National Post by phone from her Toronto home.
And itās why, as many as six generations after the events of the Franklin Expedition, Eber was meeting Inuit still raised on stories of the two giant ships that came to the Arctic and discharged columns of death onto the ice.
Inuit nomads had come across streams of men that ādidnāt seem to be right.ā Maddened by scurvy, botulism or desperation, they were raving in a language the Inuit couldnāt understand. In one case, hunters came across two Franklin Expedition survivors who had been sleeping for days in the hollowed-out corpses of seals.
āThey were unrecognizable they were so dirty,ā Lena Kingmiatook, a resident of Taloyoak, told Eber.
Mark Tootiak, a stepson of Nicholas Qayutinuaq, related a story to Eber of a group of Inuit who had an early encounter with a small and āhairyā group of Franklin Expedition men evacuating south.
āLater ⦠these Inuit heard that people had seen more white people, a lot more white people, dying,ā he said. āThey were seen carrying human meat.ā
Even Eberās translator, the late Tommy Anguttitauruq, recounted a goose hunting trip in which he had stumbled upon a Franklin Expedition skeleton still carrying a clay pipe.
By 1850, coves and beaches around King William Island were littered with the disturbing remnants of their advance: Scraps of clothing and camps still littered with their dead occupants. Decades later, researchers would confirm the Inuit accounts of cannibalism when they found bleached human bones with their flesh hacked clean.
āIāve never in all my life seen any kind of spirit ā Iāve heard the sounds they make, but Iāve never seen them with my own eyes,ā said the old man who had gone out to investigate the Franklin survivors who had straggled into his camp that day on King William Island.
The figuresā skin was cold but it was not ācold as a fish,ā concluded the man. Therefore, he reasoned, they were probably alive.
āThey were beings but not Inuit,ā he said, according to the account by shaman Nicholas Qayutinuaq.
The figures were too weak to be dangerous, so Inuit women tried to comfort the strangers by inviting them into their igloo.
But close contact only increased their alienness: The men were timid, untalkative and ā despite their obvious starvation ā they refused to eat.
The men spit out pieces of cooked seal offered to them. They rejected offers of soup. They grabbed jealous hold of their belongings when the Inuit offered to trade.
When the Inuit men returned to the camp from their hunt, they constructed an igloo for the strangers, built them a fire and even outfitted the shelter with three whole seals.
Then, after the white men had gone to sleep, the Inuit quickly packed up their belongings and fled by moonlight.
Whether the pale-skinned visitors were qallunaat or āIndiansā ā the group determined that staying too long around these āstrange peopleā with iron knives could get them all killed.
āThat night they got all their belongings together and took off towards the southwest,ā Qayutinuaq told Dorothy Eber.
But the true horror of the encounter wouldnāt be revealed until several months later.
The Inuit had left in such a hurry that they had abandoned several belongings. When a small party went back to the camp to retrieve them, they found an igloo filled with corpses.
The seals were untouched. Instead, the men had eaten each other.
I, reading this for the first time, have the look on my face right now.
Thinking once again of the RSC staging of "The Tempest" I saw in 2006, that set the island in an icy arctic island rather than a tropical paradise. (Thus making a lot of the dialogue about lush greenery very ironic, and funny as hell.)
And, yes, they were inspired by this incident.
Where the stage directions call for four fairies to deliver a feast, this version had four kindly Inuit people leave a seal carcass, pointing wordlessly.
AND, where the play calls for Alonso, Sebastian and Antonio to tuck in, only for Ariel to descend on them as a Harpy...in this one they began jabbing at the seal with knives and forks, and Ariel emerged, shrieking, as the seal's entrails:
"I have made you mad," indeed.
recently watched hamlet and was like ah great i will get worms for oresteia play. and then it wasn't even a good hamlet
āking lear anti-masker despite being eighty because the germs canāt get the kingā keeps going through my head but it sounds like common-or-garden-variety fandomposting about the pandemic when in fact it is fandomposting about my job where people keep asking me why iām wearing a mask
odysseus made their marriage bed with his own hands. with his own hands
he should have been for building things. dear gods the future sacker of cities is carving a bed out of an olive tree for his wife
you cant even begin poems with "i will sodomise and facef uck you" anymore. because of woke .