Sunday, 5 April 2009


I was watching Macbeth played by Ian McKellen earlier - not bad, but not great.

Got me thinking about various Shakespeare related things. Most trite, I took the facebook quiz about which Shakespearian character are you, and of course, came out Hamlet.

Was also thinking about Paul Scofield, because he was such a superb actor, so good in fact that the general public don't know him.

Found a quote about him playing Hamlet, which I find very true to me.

"No living actor is better equipped for Hamlet (Phoenix [Theatre]) than Paul Scofield. On him the right sadness sits, and also the right spleen; his gait is a prowl over quicksands; and he can freeze a word with an irony at once mournful and deadly. He plays Hamlet as a man whose skill in smelling falseness extends to himself, thereby breeding self-disgust. He spots the flaw in every stone, which makes him either an idealistic jeweller or a born critic. He sees though Gertrude, Caludius, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, Polonius and Ophelia--what remains but to see through him self." Source.

Amleth btw is the original of the story. Shakespeare (or someone before him) transposed the final h. I have a book somewhere, stolen from some library somewhere, though I've not seen it for ten years, so perhaps someone has stolen it from me, poetic justice nein? which gives the complete background.

I'm steadfastly ignoring imminent pauperdom. Off to London tomorrow (today?!! Sunday) to take the kids to the Natural History Museum.

Take care all, D x

p.s. Why do I feel like a lamb being led to the slaughter?

p.p.s. Must finish with my favorite quote from Macbeth:

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing."

— Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5, lines 17-28)

p.p.p.s Was going to make this a post, but realised it fitted in here better:

Poets and Ages and Elements

If the Anglo-Saxons were the Stone Age, then Chaucer to Spenser would be the Bronze Age. Shakespeare and Jonson and the editors of the King James' Bible would be the Iron Age (a malleable form). Those boring fuckers like Dryden, Milton, all the way up to Pope etc are the The Leaden Age. The Romantics I suppose are the Lithium Age (oh god, what would I give for laudenum). And the Moderns are the Plutonium Age (for want of a crueller word).


Lola Snow said...

Facebook decided I was Lady Macbeth. Out Out damn spot! How bloody fitting....

Lola x

Hannah said...

You are Ophelia, "one incapable of her own distress." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Young and vulnerable, you are in love, but are obedient to the thoughtless powers who command your life. You must play the parts demanded of you, but cannot understand how your complicity can so quickly turn your lover's tenderness to hatred and contempt. Where to turn? Whom to trust? Can you even keep your grasp on reality? Surely the love in that tormented heart be returned... But will it be too, too late?

Bloody figures!

much love to you xxx

differentlysane said...

"You are Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, of whom was said, "Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Intelligent, educated, and prone to over-thinking, you are torn by your own conflicting philosophies and fears. Given a questionable task, you question every aspect of your quest. Should you just play a part or direct the action? Whom should you believe? Whom can you trust? Is it even worth it?"

Although to be honest, with a lot of the questions, my answers was - none of those. And I never liked nursery rhymes...

Take care,