Oliver Stone (was:Pauper and Sweatshop Fallacies)

[Joseph Tracy]

You are right. It's a real funny parody like everything else .  And the funniest part is that some idiots don't get that, but  there is no putting one over on you.  
On Jan 18, 2013, at 5:52 PM, alice wellintown wrote:

> 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.