|My head's too full with ideas.
||[Sep. 17th, 2008|02:40 am]
The thought (re)struck me during Hamlet that you don't really hear iambic pentameter unless you're listening for it, which would at least indicate to me that Shakespeare did this mostly to keep himself amused.
It makes me wonder if the play could be rewritten into haiku form.
I realise this is not a new idea, not even for myself, but it's still an intriguing one. Given that I feel I could rewrite the script to much terser language that would kill the artistry of the original play (see example below), this would also be a fun bastardisation of it.
My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
That I have longed long to re-deliver;
I pray you, now receive them.
No, not I;
I never gave you aught.
My honour'd lord, you know right well you did;
And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,
Take these again; for to the noble mind
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord.
This can translate to:
Ophelia: Here's your stuff back.
Ophelia: Yeah you gave me stuff, but you're being a right tool so I don't want them any more. Here.
I really wish I'd had this sort of fascination with the play when I was studying it for the Leaving Cert. The sad thing is, I'm never going to be teaching kids English in a secondary school, so I'll never have a chance to try and get them excited about the play. At any rate, it's highly unlikely that I'd be able to infect them with my love of it... I know I was already a fan of the work, but was more amused by the obstreperous and moody Hamlet playing word games about where Polonius was than anything else.