1920 hamlet is so cute🥹……
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1920 hamlet is so cute🥹……
my cat hamlet may be the most terribly misnamed cat on the planet, as he seems intent on doing the most without thinking and without any hesitation ever. im not convinced he thinks anything at all. his only resemblance to his namesake is his passion for attacking moving curtains and how much he talks
fully sober in the club googling rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead full play pdf free
L + horatio + there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy
rosencrantz is dead guildenstern is dead and me i feel also not so good
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#when you set out for revenge dig two graves#unless you’re hamlet#in which case you’re going to want to rent a backhoe (x) YOU’RE NOT LEAVING THAT IN THE TAGS BUDDY
ROUND 1: DOOMGUY (doom) VS POLONIUS (hamlet)
FIGHT
doomguy
polonius
yeah i’m doomed by the narrative but i have a little time to be absolutely gay
putting my inevitable death on pause to be homosexual for a second
i love the original frankenstein novel a normal amount
How can you read "I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other" as a closeted teenager and not be changed on an atomic level because of it
Thinking about this conversation I had with a friend the other day
Saddest, most pathetic wet cat of a blorbo: classic lit edition
Remember: it's about who's more SAD, WET, and PATHETIC, not which character you think is cuter or cooler. The messier they are at handling their own life, the better.
Day 4 (final round): Victor vs Hamlet
Victor Frankenstein (Frankenstein)
Hamlet (Hamlet)
explaining the concept of "blorbo from my shows" to a tudor era peasant and when i'm finished they grab my hand and start excitedly gesturing at a poster advertising a performance of shakespeare's hamlet at the globe theatre
Classic lit isn't relatable TO YOU. I have something wrong with me though
im obsessed with stories that have a fixed ending before they even start. stories with narrators who are crying as they tell it because there is only one way this can end.
there is only one way this can go.
stories where the characters might know how it all ends and beg the audience to change it, knowing they can't. stories where the characters are unaware, but given the people they are and the situations they're in- well, what else are they supposed to do?
stories that are loops. that start with everyone dying and getting back up again to do it one more time.
because this time, maybe, it will be different.
the narrator cries.
Poem: I lik the form
My naym is pome / and lo my form is fix’d Tho peepel say / that structure is a jail I am my best / when formats are not mix’d Wen poits play / subversions often fail
Stik out their toung / to rebel with no cause At ruls and norms / In ignorance they call: My words are free / Defying lit'rate laws To lik the forms / brings ruin on us all
A sonnet I / the noblest lit'rate verse And ruls me bind / to paths that Shakespeare paved Iambic fot / allusions well dispersed On my behind / I stately sit and wave
You think me tame / Fenced-in and penned / bespelled I bide my time / I twist the end / like hell
* “lik” should be read as “lick”, not “like”. In general, the initial section on each line should be read sort of phonetically.
Written for World Poetry Day, March 21, 2018. When I had this idea earlier today, I thought it was the worst, most faux hip pretentious idea for a shallow demonstration of empty wordsmithing skill in poetry ever. So I had to try to write it. I mean, how often do you get to fuse the iambic dimeter of bredlik - one of the newest and most exciting verse forms - with the stately iambic pentameter of the classic sonnet?
BREDLIK SONNET
wait is this one poem or three?
Holy shit this slaps. Hell no, this isn’t pretentious, this is awesome. I love what language can do, and this is showing it off in a cape with glitter and makeup.
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