(31-03-2020, 03:14 AM)Jim DiEugenio Wrote: Here is my seven page review/article on Bob Dylan's new epic poem which everyone should listen to.  Its really an epic:

https://kennedysandking.com/john-f-kennedy-articles/the-dylan-kennedy-sensation?fbclid=IwAR2El4QgBeuK532c3ed0zTpyQyaS04lSar46IQ-Kn-SI-_2__k6rFXeZRn0

(31-03-2020, 03:14 AM)Jim DiEugenio Wrote: Here is my seven page review/article on Bob Dylan's new epic poem which everyone should listen to.  Its really an epic:

https://kennedysandking.com/john-f-kennedy-articles/the-dylan-kennedy-sensation?fbclid=IwAR2El4QgBeuK532c3ed0zTpyQyaS04lSar46IQ-Kn-SI-_2__k6rFXeZRn0

Quote:It all becomes a tragedy when, at the end, the stage is littered with the corpses of not just Claudius, but also Hamlet, his mother Gertrude, and the son of Polonius, Laertes. But beyond that, and cut from most film versions of the play, these deaths make possible the entry of an invading army from nearby Norway, led by the character Fortinbras.

Quote:As thou'rt a man,
Give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I'll have't.
O good Horatio, what a wounded name,
Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart
Absent thee from felicity awhile,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story.
March afar off, and shot within
What warlike noise is this?

Quote:Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland,
To the ambassadors of England gives
This warlike volley.

Quote:O, I die, Horatio;
The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit:
I cannot live to hear the news from England;
But I do prophesy the election lights
On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice;
So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less,
Which have solicited. The rest is silence.
Dies

Quote:Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince:
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
Why does the drum come hither?
March within
Enter FORTINBRAS, the English Ambassadors, and others

Quote:Where is this sight?

Quote:What is it ye would see?
If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.

Quote:This quarry cries on havoc. O proud death,
What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,
That thou so many princes at a shot
So bloodily hast struck?

Quote:The sight is dismal;
And our affairs from England come too late:
The ears are senseless that should give us hearing,
To tell him his commandment is fulfill'd,
That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead:
Where should we have our thanks?

Quote:Not from his mouth,
Had it the ability of life to thank you:
He never gave commandment for their death.
But since, so jump upon this bloody question,
You from the Polack wars, and you from England,
Are here arrived give order that these bodies
High on a stage be placed to the view;
And let me speak to the yet unknowing world
How these things came about: so shall you hear
Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts,
Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters,
Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause,
And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
Fall'n on the inventors' reads: all this can I
Truly deliver.

Quote:Let us haste to hear it,
And call the noblest to the audience.
For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune:
I have some rights of memory in this kingdom,
Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me.

Quote:Of that I shall have also cause to speak,
And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more;
But let this same be presently perform'd,
Even while men's minds are wild; lest more mischance
On plots and errors, happen.

Quote:Let four captains
Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage;
For he was likely, had he been put on,
To have proved most royally: and, for his passage,
The soldiers' music and the rites of war
Speak loudly for him.
Take up the bodies: such a sight as this
Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss.
Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
A dead march. Exeunt, bearing off the dead bodies; after which a peal of ordnance is shot off