Gods I Can Only Wish I Could Write A Line Half As Simple And Yet Completely Loaded As Following Up "I

Gods I can only wish I could write a line half as simple and yet completely loaded as following up "I did love you, once" with "Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so."

“Mercutio and Benvolio were gay as fuck for each other,“ I say into the mic.

The crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room.

“He’s right, you know.” I look for the owner of the voice. There in the 5th row stands: William Shakespeare himself.

according to my good friend's calculations, I shall be in denmarke in about three to four moons. in the meantime, I am working on my poem dedicated to hamlet's mother, queen gertrude. it is titled "thy mum", and so far, it readeth:

"thy son is bi

and so am I

this is why I came to denmarke;

to rhyme"

-mercutio

Shakespeare on the Common's Winter's Tale

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Much ado: vintage theatre imagery.

A explicitly abusive version of [King Lear] robs us of our ability to feel for Lear. But an explicitly sympathetic Lear robs us of the ability to feel for his daughters. So I think the best version of Lear is exactly the one that Shakespeare wrote: ambiguous. It's the only version in which each character is frustratingly, but fascinatingly, complex. Cordelia loves her tyrannical and mercurial father, but she can't bring herself to say it. It's a paradox- and a question- so rich and sad that Shakespeare required a whole play to explore it.

Jillian Keenan, Sex with Shakespeare: Here's Much to Do with Pain, but More with Love