Once upon a time, I could not fathom what it might be like to be a king, catered to on every point. I did not know what pleasure might mean for a king. To want things and have them delivered seemed so far out of my perceived experience. My cultural conditioning taught me to give pleasure, not receive it. Then, I would have said my only desire was to please others.

But now I know that that’s because I had not learned to recognize my own desires. It took purposeful attending to myself to learn my actual desires. Now I think I could even articulate some. I could call out orders like a king.

But even so – every so often I catch myself still catering to the kings instead of being one.

Yesty is interesting. It would seem to be connected to Yeasty – which I suppose calls to mind a self-expanding substance that pushes itself into any empty space. But Yesty has a big YES in it as in a Yes Man saying yes no matter what is presented to him, which also rather neatly represents Osric. He is both Yeasty and Yesty. Yessy?

I wasn’t clear what the bubbles were doing in this line at first – but then I thought some more about yeast and realized that when yeast is at work, it does create bubbles. Rising dough is full of bubbles. That’s why you knead dough, to bring it all back down to earth by bursting the bubbles.

I mean. Would this be so bad? Can you imagine a baby so considerate that he considered the feelings of his mother’s nipple? I mean – this feels like a whole different issue than his behavior with Hamlet.

Like, baby Osric checking in with his mom, like, “Dear Mother, would you mind very much if I fed from your breast now?”

Whereas Osric’s real issue is that he embroiders the facts and is socially awkward in building up the wrong people in status sensitive situations.
I can’t help feeling that this line rather reverberates with misogyny. I mean, the mother’s nipple is entirely disembodied and belongs to her son.

It would be a little bit sad if there were not one single person to speak well of him. There are many truly terrible people in the world and they usually have someone to commend them.

I would have thought no one in the world could commend Trump – but, in fact, there are thousands, maybe millions who do. I mean – to me, he seems one of the most odious human beings I have ever seen. I heard his voice this morning while brushing my teeth and I almost threw up, my gag response was so strong.

But there are many to praise him.

Likewise, Osric may be a suck-up or a lapwing or waterfly – but I would be surprised if he didn’t have a whole crew of people to commend him. There’s always someone, I think.

Repetition can sound like a dismissal or a hurrying along. Just a simple repetition like this has a quality of “alright, get on with it.”
I wonder why that is.