Below's grasping may only end up being a mere gesture, pointing to them, the shared somethings. The word grasp, in other words, has been used falsely insofar as no proof has been given that anything was grasped entirely.
I'm not high enough. Times like these you start to doubt and then tell the doubt to go away and come back. Times like these it starts to trouble. Whether Shakespeare is indeed holy, or simply a ghost. In other words, where does Dante visit with the Bard? Heaven or Hell or earth.
According to Freud, for the duration of a Shakespeare play, the observer is induced and required to adopt the beliefs of the time frame. May the enemies of the city of God (pagans) be combated by one who falls under the spell of "Shakespeare's time?" Augustine said that Plato, whom he labels (in english) a demi-god, confides, "love of God is love of the True Goodness," though Platonists are polytheists. I witnessed Burton's Hamlet as a Ghost. a shadow of the older stage. Fast forward., Cullum's Laetres and Gielgud's staging.grand rocket science of craftsmanship with limited creativity, a beautiful telling of Our modern philosophical era - the emotion was ratcheted up by interpretations of the old thunder of a great performer.
What it sounds like.
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So the multifaceted nature of interpretation is a necessary condition of emotion in this context. Is that what you're saying?
The attempt to understand what role the audience plays is a great one, especially in the case of Hamlet. The posting is more a list than a cohesive argument, which means that it is food for expansive thought for us. In fact, your posting mirrors the nature of Shakespeare in its reliance upon the audience members. That may be true with any work; regardless, my question for you would come at the end: how does this act of ratcheting detract from the purity of the piece. It would indeed seem that Shakespeare is a ghost in this sense, merely a figment of the imagination rather than objective. Anyway, its just a funny thing...the creative impulse is so brief yet it causes so much. This action, this expansiveness is somehow so foreign yet important that it becomes the goal of our lives to master it. I feel that sometimes the truth holds us back in a way: it can't always convince someone like it seems it should. At the same time, truth is something that builds of its own accord. I'm way off topic right now, but I found this posting inspirational. Bottom line then I'm out: the fractal is expanding, and that's the only thing we can really take for granted.
as david foster wallace said
There's another level that a piece of fiction is a conversation. There's a relationship set up between the reader and the writer that's very strange and very complicated and hard to talk about. A really great piece of fiction for me may or may not take me away and make me forget that I'm sitting in a chair. There's real commercial
stuff can do that, and a riveting plot can do that, but it doesn't
make me feel less lonely.
http://www.ptwi.com/~bobkat/jest11.html
very interesting interview
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