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KyrieEleison17
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So there this controversy as to whether or not Shakespeare was Catholic. Personally I think he was at least raised Catholic. Anyways I wrote this based on my own interpretation of his classic/famous play, Hamlet. Would love feed back:
Let’s talk about Shakespeare’s ghosts (there’s a pun here if you have the patience to read the whole thing!).
Now his ghosts were extremely controversial then and now: especially then, because the England he lived in said that -no matter what- any appearance of anything not of this world was the devil; which meant, in practice (very, very soon), no such thing happened or you were a witch or, if lucky enough to have male genitalia, nuts.
But that was still “soon”. Not yet.
In Will’s day, the haunts of the dead were still a generation away from being the stuff of either pure fiction or categorically evil (hence the witch hunt craze). There was still this shadowy belief that the unseen world’s denizens could come back and interfere with us but -it must be remembered - that general belief was simply a ‘what if’; not yet a ‘stuff of fiction no matter what’. And no more than that.
Most of Shakespeare’s audience knew that officially they were supposed to ignore the dead. However, some were old enough to still remember when it was considered a terrible sign of negligence and even selfishness (indeed a sin!) to forget the dead; regardless, all of them still had parents (like Shakespeare’s own) - or at least grandparents - who were raised to both love and also fear the dearly –even if not always faithfully- departed.
So Shakespeare lives in this world of transition between an age that believed quite fervently that men could help the dead (the “old belief”) and also (importantly for Shakespeare’s plays) vice-versa. In other words, Will lived in an age where his mom and dad (literally) and a lot of other people still alive yet believed also that the dead could help (or even hurt!) us; but, already - and very, very soon (it must be remembered) - the dead were simply just dead. There was this “limbo” (so to speak) - a certain ‘what if?’ - that lingered in the air. And he exploited this lingering doubt to the max.
Shakespeare lived in a atmosphere that –while a real religious authority was in practice dead (i.e., there simply was no truly religious authority); notwithstanding, the authority of religion generally or per se still remained;- but in a sort of “to each their own” sense. Gone were the days of “the Church’s” authority; now began the days of this anonymous religion: each man, as he liked –and depending on a warrant from the Bible- could invent his own religion – but ONLY PRIVATELY and QUIETLY (at least under Elizabeth I; and that, VERY privately and VERY quietly).
Still, whatever that religion was (in Shakespeare’s day) it had – to be credible – to be grounded in the Bible. And it also needed a good deal of generic popular agreement or at least sympathy –combined necessarily with help from government ministers –to effect tolerance. Otherwise, even those who (according to England’s now “old religion” (i.e. Catholicism)) were “heretics” would also burn you, in turn, as a “heretic” or –as in Shakespeare’s England- have you tortured for months on end and (if you still didn’t recant, which (considering the circumstances) made heroes of both Catholics and “radical” Protestants) then have your guts torn out while you were still alive then have them burned in front of you, before finally cutting off your head. Sometimes –actually even frequently- the executioner (normally drunk because it was such a horrible job and lousy way to earn some extra money) would – at the first instance or excuse from the crowd – show you mercy and just cut off you head after pulling out your guts.
So it must be remembered that in this play what Shakespeare is doing is toying with ideas that could be either extremely –extremely!- bold or, at least, virtually suicidal. Ideas about death could seriously land you in prison for a long time (mercifully) or even possibly get you killed (hopefully with a measure of mercy) if you dared in the least defend them.
Still, in such a delicate and dangerous context, enter Shakespeare’s genius.
Let’s take a look at the entrance of Shakespeare’s character of the ghost in his famous play, “Hamlet”:
“SCENE V.
Enter GHOST and HAMLET
…
Ghost
My hour is almost come,
When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself.
HAMLET
Alas, poor ghost!
Ghost
I am thy father’s spirit,
Doomed for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day confined to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
…
HAMLET
O God!
Ghost
Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
HAMLET
Murder! …] Haste me to know’t …
…
Ghost
…
Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother’s hand
… at once dispatch’d:
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin *,
Unhousel’d *, disappointed, unanel’d *,
No reckoning made, but sent to my account *
With all my imperfections on my head *:
…Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me.
(End quote)
Let’s talk about Shakespeare’s ghosts (there’s a pun here if you have the patience to read the whole thing!).
Now his ghosts were extremely controversial then and now: especially then, because the England he lived in said that -no matter what- any appearance of anything not of this world was the devil; which meant, in practice (very, very soon), no such thing happened or you were a witch or, if lucky enough to have male genitalia, nuts.
But that was still “soon”. Not yet.
In Will’s day, the haunts of the dead were still a generation away from being the stuff of either pure fiction or categorically evil (hence the witch hunt craze). There was still this shadowy belief that the unseen world’s denizens could come back and interfere with us but -it must be remembered - that general belief was simply a ‘what if’; not yet a ‘stuff of fiction no matter what’. And no more than that.
Most of Shakespeare’s audience knew that officially they were supposed to ignore the dead. However, some were old enough to still remember when it was considered a terrible sign of negligence and even selfishness (indeed a sin!) to forget the dead; regardless, all of them still had parents (like Shakespeare’s own) - or at least grandparents - who were raised to both love and also fear the dearly –even if not always faithfully- departed.
So Shakespeare lives in this world of transition between an age that believed quite fervently that men could help the dead (the “old belief”) and also (importantly for Shakespeare’s plays) vice-versa. In other words, Will lived in an age where his mom and dad (literally) and a lot of other people still alive yet believed also that the dead could help (or even hurt!) us; but, already - and very, very soon (it must be remembered) - the dead were simply just dead. There was this “limbo” (so to speak) - a certain ‘what if?’ - that lingered in the air. And he exploited this lingering doubt to the max.
Shakespeare lived in a atmosphere that –while a real religious authority was in practice dead (i.e., there simply was no truly religious authority); notwithstanding, the authority of religion generally or per se still remained;- but in a sort of “to each their own” sense. Gone were the days of “the Church’s” authority; now began the days of this anonymous religion: each man, as he liked –and depending on a warrant from the Bible- could invent his own religion – but ONLY PRIVATELY and QUIETLY (at least under Elizabeth I; and that, VERY privately and VERY quietly).
Still, whatever that religion was (in Shakespeare’s day) it had – to be credible – to be grounded in the Bible. And it also needed a good deal of generic popular agreement or at least sympathy –combined necessarily with help from government ministers –to effect tolerance. Otherwise, even those who (according to England’s now “old religion” (i.e. Catholicism)) were “heretics” would also burn you, in turn, as a “heretic” or –as in Shakespeare’s England- have you tortured for months on end and (if you still didn’t recant, which (considering the circumstances) made heroes of both Catholics and “radical” Protestants) then have your guts torn out while you were still alive then have them burned in front of you, before finally cutting off your head. Sometimes –actually even frequently- the executioner (normally drunk because it was such a horrible job and lousy way to earn some extra money) would – at the first instance or excuse from the crowd – show you mercy and just cut off you head after pulling out your guts.
So it must be remembered that in this play what Shakespeare is doing is toying with ideas that could be either extremely –extremely!- bold or, at least, virtually suicidal. Ideas about death could seriously land you in prison for a long time (mercifully) or even possibly get you killed (hopefully with a measure of mercy) if you dared in the least defend them.
Still, in such a delicate and dangerous context, enter Shakespeare’s genius.
Let’s take a look at the entrance of Shakespeare’s character of the ghost in his famous play, “Hamlet”:
“SCENE V.
Enter GHOST and HAMLET
…
Ghost
My hour is almost come,
When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself.
HAMLET
Alas, poor ghost!
Ghost
I am thy father’s spirit,
Doomed for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day confined to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
…
HAMLET
O God!
Ghost
Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
HAMLET
Murder! …] Haste me to know’t …
…
Ghost
…
Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother’s hand
… at once dispatch’d:
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin *,
Unhousel’d *, disappointed, unanel’d *,
No reckoning made, but sent to my account *
With all my imperfections on my head *:
…Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me.
(End quote)