Oliver Stone (was:Pauper and Sweatshop Fallacies)

[David Morris]

How could one answer this screed?  Too much credence needed to try to
follow.  In other words, logorrhea.

Alice? You need an editor.

David Morris

On Friday, January 18, 2013, alice wellintown wrote:

>  Joseph Tracy <brook7 at sover.net <javascript:;>> 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.
>
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