Category: shakespeare

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I think we can agree that Gnomeo and Juliet is the best adaptation of Romeo and Juliet, we all know that it would be Shakespeare’s favorite adaptation too.

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athenasdragon:

Emilia: what’s so special about this handkerchief you asked me to steal anyway?

Iago:

Hamlet Characters who Died Ranked by who Deser…

hamlet-memes-and-other-themes:

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1. Ophelia

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sonnet30:

hamlet’s dad: son you need to avenge me

hamlet: oh ABSOLUTELY

hamlet for the next four and a half acts:

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housetohalf:

Sometimes I think the best thing about Shakespeare is that it didn’t spring from a brain to a dollar bin edition in one go.

It was specifically written, hastily performed, partially remembered and compiled like the gospels, copied and edited, new endings written to please different audiences, casting expanded, settings changed, and all along the way are the fingerprints of hundreds, thousands of humans. I don’t mind finding out that a whole character/act/monologue exists in one edition and not in another. Or that it’s clear that someone added or cut or changed. That’s human nature. In fact it delights me more that we have always been a little irreverent and that we have the technology to identify these things.

Shakespeare remains not just because of what it started as but because of what it has become. The canon is an ever sharpening sword, a mutable sculpture, and an ever rising mountain. It endures because we’ve decided it shall endure. Everyone who has ever performed a play or written an analysis have added a layer of sediment.

“That the powerful play goes on , and you may contribute a verse.”

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hamdeny:

all of hamlet’s problems would have been solved had horatio nominated him for queer eye

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Sonnet 29

shakespearesglobeblog:

When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
      For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
      That then I scorn to change my state with kings.