Oliver Stone (was:Pauper and Sweatshop Fallacies)

[alice wellintown]

 Joseph Tracy <brook7 at sover.net> wrote:

 Hamlet finds out his mother has betrayed and colluded in the murder
of his Father. Who can deal with such information?   But how else
might the cycles  of the abuse of power change if we fail to recognize
that we are not immune from the legacy or allure of violence, theft or
abuse?

Itz a big play...so...like ...maybe you foget where, in the plot, or
more specifically, if you recall,  this betrayel occurres; not asying
it doesn't, but then, _Hamlet_ is a kind of parody of the revenge
tragedy, and, of course, a tragedy must have this moment when the
knowledge the audience has is discovered by the tragic figure. Of
course, so much of _Hamlet_, more so of Hamlet, is a gothic tale, and
thus wrapped in shadows and mysteries and Being, or Better, To Being
or Not to Being, or B or Not B. Logic has no chance, Horatio. There
are such things....dreamed of....than politics, Joe.

Maybe knowing such information, like playing a part, say, King of
Denmark, is a choice we make. But Hamlet makes tragic ones because he
is a tragic figure, a actor, raised by a clown, A MAn of Infinite
Jest, who haunts his every act, jibe, quip, and every line he writes,
like the script he writes for G&R are dead...like the ones he wields
at the old windbag, but his mother is...well....she's not in the thing
that is the/in play. Is she?

So who is Hamlet's father, Luke, Darth? Away at War while Mommy ios
home with Brother, incestuous Uncle-dad?

Maybe, Hamlet gives Birth to himself. Like Macbeth, in a way, magical
without the witchy women.

He uses his puns, his language to make a mad cap of the rest; though
he trusts his Horatio, not his philiosophy or logic, he loves only,
the dramatic, the grave battle, love in the western world--Death.

Maybe those Freudian Hollymakers have made a Wooden Oedipus of Hamlet;
he would cut hi mother into scraps for his muts, but that his father's
ghost, or whatever it is that haunts him, admonishes him against this.

Though self slaughter, not a theme of the Play, as it is Being, the
infinite in this case is existenial, the grave and nothing more, never
more, Lenore.

But God, just ask Beckett, got Off-shored long before Hamlet stepped
foot in that German University, that, course, did not exist, at the
time.

Mother's are not that important to Shakespreare or Hamlet. Itz the
Incest, and the sin upon his ghost that makes him a playwright.