Showing posts with label Hamlet. Show all posts
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Sunday 14 January 2018

School Theatre Goes all Shakespearean

PROLOGUE.
Great tensions produce great art. 1606, the year the Gunpowder Plot produced, besides Macbeth (an allegory of the Descent into hell), also King Lear (sacrificial, all-forgiving death) and Antony and Cleopatra (an allegory of the Resurrection). The transition from the Roman Catholic Church to Protestant Reformation profoundly influenced Shakespeare’s work. By the time he began writing plays himself, dramatization organized by the gilds was dead and buried...

ACT I
[Enter School teacher]
SCHOOL TEACHER. Shakespeare was a protest playwright who portrayed the world with expressiveness and dignity and the size of the plays in the biggest possible terms and pictures. Now, can I paint two little pictures for you? And you promise not to snigger. Can we do that? I am going to be very monosyllabic indeed. OK…
CHORUS I. Shakespeare was perfectly aware where the revolution ended / Inducing paranoia and suspicions / To an unparalleled degree / – In hell, / Where the ghost of Hamlet’s father came from. (Fig. 1)
CHORUS II. To be or not to be: / Is it better to live or die? / In  a world that feels so 'weary, state, and unprofitable'. (Fig. 2)
SCHOOL TEACHER. But while great art can mirror great tensions, it cannot disperse them: from this time English society became increasingly polarized between Catholics and Protestants, loyalists and revolutionaries, old feudal ways and new bourgeois ambitions.

ACT II
[Enter King, Queen, Polonious, School teacher]
SCHOOL TEACHER. We may suppose that Shakespeare felt the tug of revolutionary tendencies and to some extent sympathized with them. Thus there is real passion in Hamlet’s attempt to cast the light on the false King Claudius. And so the scene was set for the English revolution:
HAMLET. What, frighted with false fire!
QUEEN. How fares my lord?
POLONIOUS. Give o’er the play.
KING. Give me some light. Away.
POLONIOUS. Lights, lights, lights!
CHORUS 1, CHORUS 2.
  But man, proud man,
  Dress’d in a little brief authority.
  Most ignorant of what he’s most assur’d –
  His glassy essence – like an angry ape
  Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
  As makes the angles weep:
  Who, with our spleens.
  Would all themselves laugh mortal.

EPILOGUE
Shakespeare was not alive to witness the final closing down of the theatre in 1642. The whole of this solid Globe came to great crisis of morals, religion and government and the sprawling of the egalitarian and liberal bawdy culture in the modern world.
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