I’m interested in this shift in language. Where we once made haste, now we hurry. Hurry being a much more active way to describe what one must do to go faster –but haste…being something you can MAKE is interesting. It places haste alongside other things one can make – peace, water, war, art, way…haste becomes weirdly more inclusive for me when it’s made rather than a thing I do.
Maybe because I am a MAKER and making things feels more significant than doing things somehow.
And by sealed and done he means that he’s already got that execution notice written up and sealed up and ready to go. Here it is.
I bet that was very satisfying for Claudius – let me just go ahead and write up this death sentence here so when I finally get my pesky nephew on a boat to England, I can get this shit DONE!
He probably feels like Hamlet’s already dead because he’s already sealed the documents. I was listening to a podcast about the Death Penalty in my country and how people around the world have become involved in abolishing it. And partly, I cannot believe we still have such a practice. And I learned from the podcast that it was abolished by the Supreme Court in 1972. Which was the year before I was born. So I was likely conceived in a year WITHOUT the death penalty and by the time I was born, it was a world where the people of my country successfully agitated for its reinstatement. So my government is no better than the (fictional) King of Denmark hundreds of years ago.
Everyone in this coffee shop is at least 10 years younger than me. And they also probably make 10 times the money I make. I feel like I like one or the other – I like young people as much as anyone. I like rich people as much as anyone. But the two together is a little hard to take. I’m not sure I prepared for this particular experience of life. I prepared to be poor. I prepared to be older. But there is no preparation for the extremely moneyed privileged entitled youth.
New York didn’t used to be so much like this. I think of Penny Arcade’s bit about young people in NYC now. She rants about how young people in NYC know about WINE. That young people shouldn’t know about wine. They should be living in lofts, drinking cheap beer. But no. They know about wine.
I don’t fantasize about being a queen or king generally. It seems like quite a big burden to carry rather than a series of perks. However, the power to just send someone away without question or discussion – well, that’s a perk I could envy.
You just go, “I’ll have him hence tonight.” And voila – he’s hence. Tonight.
Now, of course you can’t go abusing this power. If you send everyone away who displeases you, you’ll end up with rebellion eventually. But used judiciously? Oh yes – the sweet sweet power to send people away.
There’s a conversation I really should have. I don’t want to. But it has been coming for over a year. It has been put off and put off and every day that passes that I don’t have the conversation, it feels like another failure. Then I come to write and this line seems to be yet another message, telling me to postpone no more.
Hmm. Speed’s not so tempting. He’s trying to find ways for these guys to get him on board quickly..and he can’t just say, “Hurry him on to that boat.” He’s trying to hurry Hamlet on board without making it seem like he’s hurrying him.
Yeah – how do we get him on board that boat fast and also make it SEEM like it was his idea to get on board fast – not that he was compelled to get on board fast.
Oh the difference a preposition can make! If it were follow him “on foot,” I’d just nod along and go, “Sure, yeah. On foot.” But it’s not on foot. And on foot wouldn’t make a lot of sense either (despite what one note I read suggested.) I mean, Hamlet just walked out seconds ago. What else would someone following him be using to follow him at this point? I mean…they’re not hopping on hover boards or broomsticks, are they? On foot is the most sensible, efficient way to follow someone in this situation. At foot, though might imply a distance. That is, it might be suggesting the followers follow him closely, that they should be a foot behind him at all times. It qualifies the following in an interesting and useful way – whereas “ON foot” would just be redundant. And the difference between “at” and “on” suddenly becomes interesting despite the notes on Genius which attempt to make “AT” mean “On.”
England feels like home to me. It is not my home. Though it was briefly. I grew up in Virginia and I live in New York City. And yet England can feel more like home than either of my homelands feel sometimes. Is there something to an ancestral homeland? I have many many ancestors from England. Do I have some English loving DNA? Some DNA that recognizes its roots and starts shooting them down the moment I arrive on English soil. Some DNA that gets very upset every time I have to return to my own country because immigration laws don’t care about my feelings or my ancestral roots. They’re like, “Y’all people left on that damn Mayflower – and now you want to come BACK here? Nah. Nah. That ain’t happenin’.” I don’t know why the immigration authorities of the U.K. sound like Southern folks from my hometown but apparently they do in this make believe scenario.
I try to get back every year but I don’t always manage it. This year, though…get ready to shake, roots, we’re going to England.
My sociology professor in college was this badass feminist scholar with fun spiky hair. She told us a story about when she married her husband and they warned the clergyman that if he so much as came close to saying, “Man and Wife” they’d be outta there!
And I remember laughing but also being confused. The phrase “Man and Wife” had such a familiar ring to it – it took me a little while to work out what was wrong with it. It’s man and wife. Man and Wife. That’s what they say in marriage ceremonies on TV! But then I thought it through and realized that man and wife were not equivalencies. Equivalencies would be “husband and wife” or “man and woman.” “Man and Wife” implies that the man is a man but his wife is his possession, his wife. She is his but he is not hers. He retains his identity while she gives up hers. But “Man and Wife” is such a familiar song, I still have to double check the difference every time I hear it. And it is a big difference.
Mine is pretty great. And I’m not just saying that because she might read this one day. She really is pretty great. It has been documented in many ways. She is beloved by many people and organizations – this person/organization the most. The Society of Loving my Kick Ass Mom.