half-inlove-with-easeful-death:

sparknoteslitmemes:

shakespearesmashbros:

Me finding out about Cardenio and Love’s Labours Won

imsorryimlivingforthefirsttime:

Hamlet, Act IV, Scene 2

Poem By William Shakespeare

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“Orphée charmant les animaux” (1740) By Artist François Boucher 

Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain tops that freeze,
Bow themselves, when he did sing:
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung; as sun and showers
There had made a lasting spring.

Everything that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart
Fall asleep, or hearing, die. 

likeniobe:

thanks

princess-of-france:

now I just wanna direct Hamlet littered with projections of memes

timelordrosetyler:

horatio: my lord, i think i saw him yesternight.

hamlet: saw? who?

horatio: my lord, the king your father.

hamlet:

goodticklebrain:

I could never find this gif when I needed it, so I made one. Perfect for all occasions, especially mansplaining.

kabesattic:

oldfilmsflicker:

animatedamerican:

viewtiful-kim:

Hamlet adaptation where Hamlet is a vlogger and all his soliloquies are breakdowns he uploads to YouTube

… I am unironically here for this

this is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen in my life

This is – legitimately – my favourite delivery of Shakespeare I have EVER seen (and I have seen some good-ass productions yo, in the Globe Theatre itself even). Like seriously, even though the words are unchanged, he’s stripped away ALL of the archaic pretense and assumed grandeur of ~presenting the bard~ that makes even the most wildly talented of actors and innovative of productions inherently inaccessible to a modern audience. Like, they’re still great, they can still communicate the message and (some) of the nuance, but they’re still always a step removed from being identifiable to any viewer’s lived experience. They’re still always reciting 15th century poetry. But this guy? This guy is like, screw iambic pentameter, to hell with being precious about the material, HOW WOULD AN ACTUAL PERSON SAY THIS SHIT?

Like this. And it’s beautiful. It’s beautiful to hear a soliloquy I loved so much already, and have it come to life in a way it never, ever, did before. I feel like I grasp his motivations, his twists and turns, no longer on an academic level but on a visceral, instinctive one. Because he’s presenting his mental and emotional journey in a way that speaks honestly, like a real person.

So yeah, this shit post? I love it. Deeply and sincerely.

incorrectshakespeare:

“Grain alcohol, baby! Whenever there’s a potential riot, I’m getting blasted on grain alcohol.”

— Sir Toby Belch, Act I, Scene V