I bought a skull as my only prop for Halloween dress-up, and I hope someone will recognise that I will be Hamlet. As spontaneous actions always need to be followed by bookish contemplation for full satisfaction, I am preparing for the event by rereading the whole play.

Somewhere in the middle I started laughing at Hamlet's advice to Ophelia: "To the nunnery!" For who wants to end up a breeder of sinners? I rejoiced at the fact that fake news are as old as the rotten state of states in general, and Rosencrantz and Guildenstern made my day, several times. I loved the play inside the play, and what it tells us of Shakespeare's idea regarding the power of literature to move and affect people on the deepest level.

I quite coldly skim the overquoted "to be or not to be", and stop cold at "Faith! Her privates we."

Her privates we? Meaning the middle parts of fortune? I have Manning's book at home, and I have been meaning to read it forever, and I didn't have a clue that the title was a quote from Hamlet, and that it referred to female genitals.

I am not even at the point yet in the play where my skull makes an appearance, alas Yorick!, but I have already started a new book based on my rereading of Hamlet.

That is what happens to readers, - stories affect them, they react, and that reaction generates new action, followed by new stories, in eternity - a precious circle. That's Hamlet. Hamlet is human in a rotten state. Who knows whether he is insane or not? I guess it depends on who you ask.

I am still feeling kind towards him. Ophelia's fate is still in the future, as is the cathartic show effect of taking up the bodies to the stage.

When going to bed later, after finishing the last acts, Maestro Shakespeare may be out of my favour again.

But that is another story...

IN PRAISE OF FOLLY!

"Thus are all things represented in counterfeit, yet without this is no living!"
Desiderius Erasmus, In Praise of Folly.

Hamlet goes nuts because he wants to somehow truly Live in a counterfeit world. He tells Horatio at the outset he's going to put on an antic disposition...

Fact is, though, seeing a Ghost has Driven him Antic! He's now crazy as a coot.

When the counterfeit world forces is into a corner at our Coming of Age - and we're labelled from that point on - the world WINS. We don't like it, but there it is.

The freedom of childhood now gone, we either pay obeisance to the True and Counterfeit State of Things or - like Hamlet - act weird over in a corner, as Dostoevsky's Underground Man does.

What's WRONG with Hamlet, folks? Better yet, what's RIGHT with him? All's well, he says, with him. Logically he just HAS to be nuts in a loony tunes world.

He knows cause the World knows. And he drops out of polite society, which sugarcoats its hidden knowing. So, out of spite, the World gives a label to such noncompliant ones.

And Hamlet? Freud says he has an unresolved Oedipal complex. And T.S. Eliot says his emotions have no "Objective Correlative," which means, I guess that he cannot link any FACTS together to express his anxiety.

But, dear Sigmund and dearer Tom, our world is skewed - and you know it. It doesn't FORGIVE. Because the State of Denmark is in charge. And that state is rotten.

So, bottom line, as the great philosophe Jacques Derrida says, our consciousness - Hamlet's, and Ours - is APORETIC. The world is unjust. It favours the Phony.

Not the Authentic. And Hamlet is Authentic.

Which means he's a tangled knot!

Therefore the Bard never successfully resolved the incredible Tensions of his play - hence, only four stars. You see, he never sugercoats it. But, man oh man, did we 18-year-olds dig our teeth into its words and its plot back in 1968!

We loved it. THIS, guys, was COMING OF AGE. No wonder I was a dud.

My friend Brian bought a powerful motorbike, Robert Pirsig's chosen weapon of Resistance. Camus wrote Resistance, Rebellion and Death. If the Establishment had a bone to pick with us real items our lock was Pick Proof.

For me too. I buried myself in existentialism. And that's the main reason MY consciousness has Remained aporetic all these years. I had no choice. If I couldn't win, I had to resist. And Bad luck has hounded my every act ever since.

I've been perched on my aporia for 50 years.

I loved this play because it showed me how to find a peaceful hiatus from its storm, now and then:

No! I am not Prince Hamlet (I said)
Nor was meant to be!
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, and a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, Almost ridiculous -
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I'm other words I SAW THROUGH myself, all the way to the Emptiness.of all play acting.

Those words of T.S. Eliot heralded the beginning of long-delayed precarious peace for me.

The key, to me, was in the Gospel: "resist not evil." On a personal and not, however, international level - which remains in God's hands. That we can only pray about.

Resist not evil, because violence breeds further violence. KNOW that there's a solution for our pain. That solution is an outsider's authenticity.

Its way of Fractured Peace is best...

Even if its aporia has to be a personal MARTYRDOM:

For such is, in the end, our Unbalanced Purgatory and its final product, Everlasting Peace.

عاشقِ آن خضوع و خشوعی هستم که بعد از خواندن و تمام کردنِ یک شاهکار به آدم دست می‌دهد. یک جور آرام‌گرفتن و رام‌شدن است.

پ.ن. : بعد از خواندنش، نمایشِ "هملت" با کارگردانی لیندزی ترنر را هم دیدم. تجربه فوق‌العاده‌ای بود :))

3.5

The most extra things that Hamlet did in the play, in no particular order:

I. Told his mother that no matter how much black he wore it could never really reflect how he felt inside.

II. Had a full conversation in a graveyard with a gravedigger about death and talked to the skull of a man he hadn’t seen in 23 years.

III. Wrote an entire play to frame his uncle for murder instead of just going to the authorities or killing his uncle like he kept planning on doing.

IV. Jumped into Ophelia’s grave to fight with Laertes over which one of them loved her more.

V. “how do I distract everyone so I can plan my uncle’s murder? Act fucking insane? Okay. That works lmao”

VI. Forged a letter from his uncle instructing the people in England to murder his former best friends instead of him.

VII. Stabbed Polonius and then said it was his fault for being too nosy.

VIII. Didn't take revenge on his uncle while he was praying because he didn't want him to go to heaven.

IX.
- Now, Hamlet, where is polonius?
- AT SUPPER.

به عنوان دانشجوی ادبیات نمایشی والا حس میکنم بی احترامیه اگه به هملت ۵ ندم، جرات نمیکنم

The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, William Shakespeare

The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, often shortened to Hamlet, is a tragedy written by William Shakespeare sometime between 1599 and 1602.

Set in Denmark, the play depicts Prince Hamlet and his revenge against his uncle, Claudius, who has murdered Hamlet's father in order to seize his throne and marry Hamlet's mother.

عنوانهای چاپ شده در ایران: «هملت»؛ «سوگنمایش هملت شاهپور دانمارک»؛ «تراژدی هملت : پرنس دانمارک»؛ «هملت شاهزاده ی دانمارک»؛ سروده: ویلیام شکسپیر؛ تاریخ نخستین خوانش: در روزهای ماه مارس سال 1972میلادی

عنوان: هملت؛ سروده: ویلیام شکسپیر؛ مترجم: مسعود فرزاد؛ تهران، بنگاه ترجمه و نشر کتاب، 1337، در 290ص؛ چاپ دوم 1346؛ موضوع سوگنمایش از نویسندگان بریتانیا - سده 16م

عنوان: هملت؛ سروده: ویلیام شکسپیر؛ مترجم: داریوش شاهین؛ تهران، جاویدان، 1344، در 278ص، مصور؛

عنوان: هملت؛ سروده: ویلیام شکسپیر؛ مترجم: محمود اعتمادزاده (م.ا. به آذین)؛ تهران، اندیشه، 1344، در 288ص؛ چاپ دوم فروردین 1351؛

عنوان: سوگنمایش هملت شاهپور دانمارک؛ سروده: ویلیام شکسپیر؛ ویراستار: هارولد جنکینز؛ مترجم: میرشمس الدین ادیب سلطانی؛ تهران، نگاه، 1385، در 395ص، فارسی انگلیسی، شابک 9643513297؛

عنوان: هملت؛ سروده: ویلیام شکسپیر؛ مترجم: آرش خیرآبادی؛ مشهد، پاژ، 1387، در 232ص؛ شابک 9789648904536؛

عنوان: هملت؛ سروده: ویلیام شکسپیر؛ برگردان: رضا دادویی؛ تهران، آدورا، 1391، در 275ص، شابک 9786009307135؛

عنوان: تراژدی هملت : پرنس دانمارک؛ سروده: ویلیام شکسپیر؛ مترجم: بهزاد جزایری؛ تهران، انتشارات پلک، 1393، در 412ص، شابک 9789642353187؛

عنوان: هملت شاهزاده ی دانمارک؛ سروده: ویلیام شکسپیر؛ مترجم: شیدا فروغی؛ قزوین، سایه گستر، 1393، در 48ص، شابک 9786003740082؛

عنوان: هملت؛ سروده: ویلیام شکسپیر؛ مترجم: مهرداد پورعلم؛ تهران، انتشارات ایران، 1394، در 191ص؛ شابک 9786005347593؛

نمایش‌نامه‌ ای تراژیک اثر «ویلیام شکسپیر» است که در سال 1602میلادی نوشته شده، و یکی از مشهورترین نمایش‌نامه‌ های تاریخ ادبیات جهان به شمار است؛ نمایش نامه از آنجا آغاز می‌شود که «هملت شاهزاده دانمارک»، از سفر «آلمان» به قصر خود در «هلسینبورگ دانمارک» بازمی‌گردد، تا در مراسم خاکسپاری پدرش شرکت جوید؛ پدرش به گونه ای مرموز به قتل رسیده‌، کس از چند و چون قتل شاه آگاه نیست؛ «هملت» درمی‌یابد، که مادر و عمویش با هم پیمان زناشویی بسته، و هم بستر شده‌ اند؛ وسوسه‌ ها و تردیدهای «هملت» هنگامی آغاز می‌شود، که روح شاه مقتول بر او نمایان می‌شود؛ روح به «هملت» میگوید که چگونه به دست برادر خویش به قتل رسیده‌ است، و از «هملت» می‌خواهد انتقام باز ستاند؛ «هملت» در گیر و داری اشتباهاً پدر معشوقه‌ اش «اوفلیا» را، به قتل می‌رساند، پدر «اوفلیا» در پشت پرده، مشغول جاسوسی بوده، و «هملت» اشتباهاً، او را «کلادیوس» پنداشته بود؛ «اوفلیا» از مرگ پدر آشفته می‌شود، و خود را در رودخانه‌ ای غرق می‌کند؛ سرانجام پس از درگیری با «لایریتس»، برادر «اوفلیا»، که به خونخواهی خواهر و پدر برخاسته بود، «هملت» انتقام پدر خویش را، از عموی خویش نیز می‌گیرد؛ و در پایان نمایش هر دوی آنها، به همراه «گرترود» و برادر «اوفلیا» کشته می‌شوند

شخصیتهای نمایش عبارتند از: «کلادیوس: پادشاه دانمارک و عموی هملت»؛ «هملت: پسر شاه پیشین، و برادرزاده ی پادشاه کنونی»؛ «گرترود: ملکه ی دانمارک و مادر هملت»؛ «پولونیوس: لرد چمبرلین»؛ «اوفلیا: دختر پولونیوس و معشوقه ی هملت»؛ «هوراشیو: دوست هملت»؛ «لایریتس: پسر پولونیوس»؛ «کورنلیوس، روزنکرانس، گیلدسترن: دوستان هملت»؛ «مارسلوس: افسر»؛ «برناردو: افسر»؛ «فرانسیسکو: سرباز»؛ «رینالدو: خادم پولونیوس»؛ «شبح: پدر هملت»؛ «فورتینبراس: شاهزاده نروژ»؛ «گروه بازیگران دوره گرد»؛

تاریخ بهنگام رسانی 11/06/1399هجری خورشیدی؛ 26/05/1400هجری خورشیدی؛ ا. شربیانی

Laurence Olivier and Mel Gibson work for me. Two more different princes you couldn't make up. One is a prince from the word go. The next has to struggle to become one. No wonder so many actors dream of playing Hamlet. He's got the best lines and is on stage the longest. Not like the ghost. A minor role. Barely worth auditioning for. They obscure your face or leave you in the shadows. But the ghost is what the play pivots on. It is the ice which a hockey player leaps on and defies is not air to fly after that puck until the crowd shouts "goal" and the organ plays the six notes before it roars "CHARGE!"

But, you say, "Hamlet doesn't charge, he dithers. That's why the play takes hours. Besides, ghosts aren't real." To which I say "Do you believe everything you hear?

Shakespeare raises this question and makes it timeless. That is why, besides the beauty of the writing, this play should be read.

متردد في قراءة هاملت..ستندم اذن!ا
كلنا نكره الاختيارات..و نجاهد احيانا لنلقي بها على غيرنا
نختار هذا اللون..ام ذاك؛ننام ام نعمل ..نقرأ هاملت و لا نؤجلها؟
ننتقم ام نسامح ؟
و الاهم☀ نسلك هذا الطريق المضيء..ام ذاك الطريق المعتم؟
نكون او لا نكون؟

ا"غاية ما دافعت به عن اب و ملك عزيز نكب أشد النكبات..هو ان اهذي هذيان الحالم. .مع ان شاغل الانتقام ملأ نفسي
..جبان انا"؟؟
حسنا و من منا لم تطن في أذنه هذه الكلمات..لمرات و مرات و نحن نلوم أنفسنا على تخاذلنا
عن أخذ حقوقنا..او حقوق من نحب
للاسف سيظل هاملت هو انا و انت و كل من يمتلك بذرة الخير و العدل في نفسه
و بحلول سن الثلاثين سيختار كل منا
هل سيكون؟و هؤلاء محظوظون
او لا يكون ؟..
و ساعتها سيضع نفسه على وضع الطيار الآلى الشهير "عايش و مش عايش "..حتى يقضي الله في أمره..و حينها لن يلح عليه سؤال هاملت ...و لن يكون مطالبا باتخاذ اي قرار


ا"سيظل فني خالدا ..ما دامت هناك عيون ترى و اذان تسمع "صدقت شكسبير بالفعل..قد تخيفنا اللغة الثقيلة. ..قد تصدنا مبادىء قديمة..و لكنه سيجذبنا هو
شاب نبيل ؛قلبه كبير قست عليه الحياة فثار عليها. .تشكك في الفضيلة..يأس من الناس
لكنه ظل مطالبا بالثار ممن قتل والده..احقاقا للعدل الذي ظل يؤمن به..و الفضيلة التي يطمح إليها و لو رغما عنه