Showing posts with label Hamlet's Ghost. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hamlet's Ghost. Show all posts

Friday 7 July 2023

The Ghost Dance

Wonder Woman meets The Chief

The Chief :
He sees Ghosts.

[Secure area] 
(The Doctor reads the last entry in The Notebook.

CHELA
Well? 

The Chorister : It's a reference to 
‘The Great Mind's Eye’.

CHELA
And it was the last thing Dojjen wrote before he —

The Chorister: Before he what…? 

CHELA
Now give it back to me. 

The Chorister: Before he WHAT….? 

CHELA
…before he Danced 
The Dance of The Snake.


There is an ancient Indian saying 
that something lives only as long as 
the last person who remembers it. 

My People have come to trust 
Memory over History. 

Memory, like Fire, 
is Radiant and Immutable 
while History serves 
only those who 
seek to control it, 
those who douse 
The Flame of Memory 
in order to put out 
the dangerous Fire of Truth. 

Beware these men, for they are dangerous themselves and unwise.

Their False History is written in the blood of those who might remember and of those who seek The Truth.




MICHAEL PATRICK HEARN, WRITER: 
The great American Dream turned out to be a nightmare for these people. 
And Frank Baum was out there witnessing this. 
And all of this is expressed 
in the opening chapter of 
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.

"When Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around, she could see nothing but the great gray prairie on every side. The sun had baked the plowed land into a gray mass, with little cracks running through it. Even the grass was not green, for the sun had burned the tops of the long blades until they were the same gray color to be seen everywhere."


LOUIS WARREN, HISTORIAN: 
One of the most telling moments 
in The Wizard of Oz is right at 
the beginning with the description 
of Aunt Em and Uncle Henry 
as old before their time
as unable to imagine happiness.

"Uncle Henry never laughed. He worked hard from morning till night and did not know what joy was. He looked stern and solemn, and rarely spoke."

LOUIS WARREN, HISTORIAN
Baum in many ways is saying that this Western dream 
seems to have hit a wall. 
It’s a place of great disappointment 
for many of the people who 
had invested their lives in it.

NARRATION: 
On the Standing Rock and Pine Ridge reservations west of Aberdeen, conditions were even more dire for the over 10,000 Lakota living there. 
And with access to only meager government rations, many families were on the verge of starvation

In the middle of this unfolding apocalypse, a new religion known as The Ghost Dance began to spread through many western tribes. 
They believed The Dance, which preached a defiant message of Hope, would wash away 
the white settlers and 
return the land to 
its original state.

PHILIP J. DELORIA, HISTORIAN: 
It's a regenerative religious practice. 
It’s not people yelling and screaming. 
You do this dance until you 
sort of fall into a vision state, 
and you fall down out of the circle, 
and you have a vision, 
and people come and 
take care of you, and 
other people 
keep dancing. 

White Americans see this and 
they think that The Ghost Dance 
is the prelude to an 
armed uprising.


NARRATION: 
Desperate to keep his Aberdeen dream afloat, Frank blasted rival newspapers for ginning up 
a "false and senseless scare," 
fearing that headlines screaming 
of "Indian uprisings" would 
drive settlers away. 

"After two years of successive crop failures," he wrote, "comes the Indian scare, and 
the consequence is 
we are getting 
a very bad name."

EVAN SCHWARTZ, WRITER: 
A lot of businesses were going under and the economic collapse in South Dakota was threatening his very concept of home. 
He invested so much of himself there that it was almost unthinkable that everything would collapse.

NARRATION: 
President Benjamin Harrison 
ordered his Secretary of War 
to suppress The Ghost Dance, by force if necessary. 

On December 15, 1890, 
Lakota Chief Sitting Bull was shot 
and killed on the Standing Rock Reservation 
during a botched arrest for his alleged support of The Ghost Dance. 
When news reached Aberdeen, one hundred and fifty miles away, the townspeople feared retaliation.

LOUIS WARREN, HISTORIAN: 
It creates a response 
of panic among white people. 
Newspaper editors begin to demand 
federal protection in case thereís what they call an outbreak.


NARRATION: 
Baum's newspaper ran wire reports 
warning of imminent reprisal. 
Caught up in the mass hysteria and 
watching his Aberdeen efforts 
spiraling into failure, Frank’s usually optimistic rhetoric changed drastically. 

In an editorial, he praised Sitting Bull, but described the remaining Lakota people as a ìpack of whining cursî and called for a vicious ethnic cleansing.
The Whites, by law of conquest, by justice of civilization, are masters of the American continent,”Baum asserted, “and the best safety of the frontier settlements will be secured by the total annihilation of the few remaining Indians.

SHARON HARTMAN STROM, HISTORIAN: 
Baum thinks that the extermination 
of Native Americans is inevitable
His view of tolerance comes out of the milieu that he is in. 
It’s really about middle-class white people getting along well.


NARRATION: 
The US Army dispatched troops to disarm and arrest a group of Lakota, including followers of Sitting Bull. 
Within days of these orders, the US Seventh Cavalry massacred as many as 300 Lakota men, women and children at Wounded Knee Creek.

Frank responded again. “Having wronged them for centuries, we had better, in order to protect our civilization, follow it up by one more wrong and wipe these untamed and untamable creatures from the face of the earth.

PHILIP J. DELORIA, HISTORIAN: 
What Baum says in the editorials tells us exactly how Americans are seeing Indian people. 

Thereís no mercy, no quarter, no sympathy. It is a definitive and defining statement of intense racial animosity. 
And I think Baum is capturing, perhaps, some of his own ambivalence, but he is channeling a major, and important, and deadly current of American thought.


SALLY ROESCH WAGNER, WOMENíS STUDIES SCHOLAR: 
I donít know how to understand Frankís reaction other than to understand that an "either-or" interpretation of history is a lie, 
that we're "both-and."
 L. Frank Baum carried that, that poison of racism in him that I carry, 
that we all carry as settlers.

NARRATION: 
The drought, the despair, and the foreclosures continued. Ad sales dropped and subscriptions dried up, forcing Baum to abandon his newspaper and make plans to leave Aberdeen. His western venture had turned into another failure.

DOROTHY: "But how do I start for Emerald City?" Glinda: "It's always best to start at the beginningóand all you do is follow the Yellow Brick Road."
GREGORY MAGUIRE, WRITER: Dorothy goes into a land in which magic spells are part of the apparatus of governance. 
THE WIZARD OF OZ (1939) - DOROTHY: "Follow the yellow brick road?
GREGORY MAGUIRE, WRITER: And most of what she achieves she achieves without recourse to the magic. She comes with her true grit. She just puts one foot in front of another along the Yellow Brick Road to achieve what it is that she needs to do.
DINA MASSACHI, AMERICAN STUDIES SCHOLAR: There is a real American value of being self-reliant, and you see that with Dorothy. Dorothy really set the stage for little girls getting out of the house and going on adventures the way that boys do.

MARIA E. MONTOYA, HISTORIAN: She goes on what is quintessentially the great American quest to find the place that will bring her happiness, will bring her the things that she needs.

Saturday 1 July 2023

The Old Man Thinks He is in Love with His Daughter






Ros Who was that? 

Guil Didn’t you know him? 

Ros He didn’t know me. 

Guil He didn’t see you. 

Ros I didn’t see him. 

Guil We shall see. I hardly knew him, he’s changed. 

Ros You could see that? 

Guil Transformed. 

Ros How do you know? 

Guil Inside and out. 

Ros I see. Guil He’s not himself. 

Ros He’s changed. 

Guil I could see that. (Beat.) Glean what afflicts him. 

Ros Me? 

Guil Him. 

Ros How? 

Guil Question and answer. Old ways are the best ways. 

Ros He’s afflicted. 

Guil You Question, I’ll Answer. 

Ros He’s not himself, you know. 

Guil I’m Him, you see. Beat. 

Ros Who am I then? 

Guil You’re yourself. 

Ros And He’s you? 

Guil Not a bit of it. 

Ros Are you afflicted? 

Guil That’s the idea. Are you ready? 

Ros Let’s go back a bit. 

Guil I’m afflicted. 

Ros I see. 

Guil Glean what afflicts me. 

Ros Right. 

Guil Question and Answer. 

Ros How should I begin? 

Guil Address me. 

Ros My dear Guildenstern! 

Guil (quietly) You’ve forgotten – haven’t you? 

Ros My dear Rosencrantz! 

Guil (great control) I don’t think you quite understand. What we are attempting is A Hypothesis in which I answer for Him, while You ask Me Questions. 

Ros Ah! Ready? 

Guil You know what to do? 

Ros What? 

Guil Are you stupid? 

Ros Pardon? 

Guil Are you deaf? 

Ros Did you speak? 

Guil (admonishing) Not now – 

Ros Statement

Guil (shouts) Not now! (Pause.) If I had any doubts, or rather hopes, they are dispelled. What could we possibly have in common except Our Situation? (They separate and sit.) Perhaps he’ll come back this way. 

Ros Should we go? 

Guil Why? Pause. 

Ros (starts up. Snaps fingers) Oh! You mean – you pretend to be him, and I ask you questions! 

Guil (dry) Very good. 

Ros You had me confused. 

Guil I could see I had. 

Ros How should I begin? 

Guil Address me. 

They stand and face each other, posing. 

Ros My honoured Lord! 

Guil My dear Rosencrantz! Pause. 

Ros Am I pretending to be You, then? 

Guil Certainly not. If You like. Shall we continue? 

Ros Question and Answer. 

Guil Right. 

Ros Right. My honoured lord! 

Guil My dear fellow! 

Ros How are you? 

Guil Afflicted! 

Ros Really? In what way? 

Guil Transformed. 

Ros Inside or out? 

Guil Both. 

Ros I see. (Pause.) Not much new there. 

Guil Go into details. Delve. Probe The Background, establish The Situation. 

Ros So – so Your Uncle is The King of Denmark?! 

Guil And My Father before Him. 

Ros His Father before him? 

Guil No, My Father before Him. 

Ros But surely – 

Guil You might well ask. 

Ros Let Me get it straight. Your Father was King. You were His Only Son. Your Father dies. You are of age. Your Uncle becomes King. 

Guil Yes

Ros Unorthodox

Guil Undid Me

Ros Undeniable. Where were You? 

Guil In Germany. 

Ros Usurpation, then. 

Guil He slipped in

Ros Which reminds Me... 

Guil Well, it would. 

Ros I don’t want to be personal. 

Guil It’s common knowledge. 

Ros Your Mother’s marriage. 

Guil He slipped in. Beat. 

Ros (lugubriously) His Body was still warm

Guil So was hers

Ros Extraordinary. 

Guil Indecent. 

Ros Hasty. 

Guil Suspicious. 

Ros It makes You Think. 

Guil Don’t Think I haven’t Thought of it. 

Ros And with Her Husband’s Brother

Guil They were close. 

Ros She went to Him – 

Guil – Too close – 

Ros – for comfort

Guil It Looks Bad

Ros It adds up. 

Guil Incest to Adultery. 

Ros Would You Go so Far? 

Guil Never

Ros To Sum up : Your Father, whom You Love, dies, You are His Heir, You come back to find that hardly was The Corpse cold before His Young Brother popped on to His Throne and into His Sheets, thereby offending both Legal and Natural Practice

Now
Why Exactly are You Behaving in This Extraordinary Manner

Guil I can’t Imagine! (Pause.) But all that is well known, common property. Yet He sent for Us. And We Did Come.

Saturday 12 November 2022

The Hamlet Factory

The Hamlet Factory: Famlet | adult swim smalls

MEANING – is there?
There are more things in Heaven and Earth than can be counted, locked in a drawer, kissed or beaten into unconsciousness. Not everything we know to be real is amenable to weighing and measuring.

We speak not of supernatural entities, for which we can offer no proof of existence outside our prodigious imaginations and capacity for invention; instead we refer to far more interesting ghosts which, immaterial though they may be, are irrefutably real.

We may conjure up, for instance, the prominent ghost in William Shakespeare's blockbusting Hamlet. Not the wraith of Hamlet's dad who turns up all inciting-incident and vengeful-like in the first act but the genuine non-material presence which haunts the play and illustrates my point.

I’m talking about the meaning of the text. The “soul” of Hamlet.

In our undeniably mechanistic Universe what is the weight, in ounces, or tons, of the meaning of Hamlet?

The Truth is that not one of the many “meanings” of Hamlet can be squeezed, frozen, heated, photographed or used as a tool to construct a table and yet it’s impossible to deny that this entity – this “Meaning of Hamlet” exists; The Meaning of Hamlet cannot be exorcised by Empirical Science by dint of lacking mass or velocity.

What then is the nature and substance, the “objective reality” of the meaning of Hamlet?

Real enough to incite vigorous debate, it exists only as cousin to the phantom, companion to the Bogeyman, sidekick to Will O' The Wisp. The meaning of Hamlet, while undeniably and demonstrably a real “thing”, is also an intangible, which can, despite its non-material status, exert an undeniable influence on human minds and lives. Some enthusiasts might devote a lifetime's career to the examination and explication of this utterly immaterial “thing”. We may hesitate to call these scholars parapsychologists or ghost-hunters but their quarry can no more be touched than the spectres of Borley Rectory. The prey they hunt is no more substantial.

In other news, it's safe to say that while a zealous handful may or may not have given up their lives for the meaning of Hamlet, armies of millions have undoubtedly perished in defense, or in the name, of "God", an equivalently hard to punch, kiss, or shave abstraction.

God too is hewn of the same substance from which we have fashioned the meaning of Hamlet, the idea of Freedom, or The Rights of Man; which is to say that God is made of something very like nothing at all except a profound, culturally-ubiquitous agreement to acknowledge this mysterious, powerfully-charged nothing which can nevertheless effect change in the material world and which still uses all too-physical bully boys to do the work of its venomous militant wing.

A warning to us and a reminder, if nothing else, that some ghosts can kill people.

The decision to "make" meaning and to assign value or significance is the most Mag!cal decision we can make; Meaning is what conjures something from nothing. Meaning does not objectively exist, yet we can use it to ensoul and bring inert matter to dancing articulate life.

Meaning is the untouchable uncanny stuff of which Mag!c is made. It provides Mag!c with the mercurial elusive shiftiness that contributes to its showbiz glamour, its freak show, big top aura of illusion and deception and sex. It is this quality of being real and not real at the same which can dazzle and confuse strict materialists.

I hope I have adequately explained how something can be real and powerful without being solid.

Saturday 13 August 2022

Frankenstein’s Ghost






Sir Cedric Hardwicke also plays the "ghost" of His Father in the scene where Frankenstein decides to reinvigorate the Monster. Hardwicke's mellow baritone sounded nothing at all like the clipped, nervous speech of Colin Clive, who played the original Frankenstein, but Clive had passed away in 1937, the result of poor health exacerbated by acute alcoholism.

The Mob :
There's a curse upon 
This Village...
The Curse of Frankenstein.

Aye.

Aye, it is True.
The whole countryside 
shuns The Village.
Our fields are barren
the inn is empty.

Wailing Woman :
My little ones cry in their sleep.
They are hungry. There is no bread.
It's The Curse, The Curse of Frankenstein.

The Mayor of Frankenstein :
This is nonsense, folks.
You talk as though these were the Dark Ages.
You know as well as I do 
that The Monster died 
in the sulphur pit under 
Frankenstein's tower...
and that Ygor, his familiar 
was riddled with bullets
from the gun of Baron 
Frankenstein himself.

The Mob :
But Ygor does not die that easily.
They hanged him and 
broke his neck
but he lives.

Haven't I seen him, sitting beside 
the hardened sulphur pit,
playing his weird horn, as if to lure 
The Monster back from Death 
to do his evil bidding?


The Mayor of Frankenstein :
You talk like frightened children.

Elder # 1 :
Well, if something isn't done, 
there'll be a new mayor 
after the fall election.

The Mob :
Aye!

The Mayor of Frankenstein :
What do you want me to do?

The Mob :
Destroy The Castle —
Wipe the last traces of these
accursed Frankensteins 
from Our Land.

Elder # 1 :
The People are right, 
Your Honour.

Elder # 2 :
I agree, Your Honour.

The Mayor of Frankenstein :
I Don't Believe that these dead wretches can 
affect the prosperity of This Village.
But Do as You Will with The Castle :
It's yours.

The Mob :
We'll blow it up!

*****



Frankenstein :
Ever since I can remember,
I have dreaded this moment.
For years I felt secure, certain that
The Monster had been destroyed.
I tried to keep all knowledge of it from you. 
And until last night, I succeeded.

Elsa Frankenstein, 
The Princess :
had to know.
Yesterday, when I saw Ygor...
I felt that something had come out
of The Past to threaten our Happiness.

Please don't let it spoil our lives.
Father, promise me.

Frankenstein :
I promise you, Elsa.
I'll find a way.
must find a way.

*****

Frankenstein :
Dr. Bohmer, I need your aid.
This Monster must be destroyed.

Dr. Bohmer :
Destroyed? Buhow?
He's not subject to the ordinary laws of Life. 

Frankenstein :
There is a way.
He was made limb by limb, organ by organ.
He must be unmade in the same way. 

Dr. Bohmer :
Dissection?

Frankenstein :
Bit by bit, piece by piece...
just as My Father created it.

Dr. Bohmer :
But this thing Lives -- 
It would be Murder.

Frankenstein :
How can you call the removal 
of a thing that is not Human, 'Murder'?

Dr. Bohmer :
I regret, Doctor...
cannot be part of your plan.

Frankenstein :
Then I must do it alone.
While it lives, no one is safe.

*****


Frankenstein's Ghost :
My Son - What are you about to do?
Would You Destroy...
that which I, Your Father,
dedicated his life to creating?

Frankenstein :
must. The Monster you created
is in itself destruction.

Frankenstein's Ghost :
Nevertheless, I was near to solving a problem
that has baffled Man since The Beginning of Time...
the secret of life, artificially created. 

Frankenstein :
But it has brought Death
to everything that it's touched.

Frankenstein's Ghost :
That is becauseunknowingly...
I gave it a criminal brain.
With your knowledge of Science,
You can cure that.

Frankenstein :
It's beyond My Cure.
It's a malignant brain.

Frankenstein's Ghost :
What if it had another brain?

Frankenstein :
Another brain!


*****
Frankenstein :
Bohmer! Dr. Bohmer!

Dr. Bohmer :
What is it, Doctor?
You've changed Your Mind?

Frankenstein :
Yes. Attach the high-frequency
leads to the terminal electrodes.

Dr. Bohmer :
Yes, sir.

Ygor, The Bad Shepherd :
Frankenstein!

Frankenstein :
Come in, Ygor. 
I may need your assistance. 

Ygor, The Bad Shepherd :
You have agreed.
You are going to Help Him, Doctor?
You are giving him Life.

Frankenstein :
Yes, but not for The Purpose
that you think, Ygor.
I'm giving him strength so that 
an operation may be successful. 

Ygor, The Bad Shepherd :
An operation?

Frankenstein :
Yes, I'm giving him another brain.
You must explain to him
when he becomes conscious.
You must make him understand.

Ygor, The Bad Shepherd :
Whose brain?
Kettering?

Frankenstein :
Yes, Kettering.
A Man of character and learning.
The Monster will cease to be an evil influence...
and become everything that is Good. 

Ygor, The Bad Shepherd :
No! You cannot take My Friend away from me. 
He's all that I have, nothing else. 
You're going to make him Your Friend
and I will be alone.

Frankenstein :
It will be as I say, 
or he must be destroyed. 

Ygor, The Bad Shepherd :
He cannot be destroyed.

Frankenstein :
There is one way by dissection.

Ygor, The Bad Shepherd :
NoNot that. Doctor.
Ygor's Body's no good.
His neck is broken, crippled and distorted, 
lame and sick from the bullets
Your Brother fired into me.
You can put My Brain in His Body.

Frankenstein :
Your brain?

Ygor, The Bad Shepherd :
You can make us One.
We'll be together always...
my brain and his body... Together.

Frankenstein :
You're a cunning fellow, Ygor.
Do you think that I'd put 
your sly and sinister brain 
into the body of A Giant? 
That would be A Monster indeed.

Ygor, The Bad Shepherd :
You'll do as I tell you, 
or I'll not be responsible for the consequences.

Dr. Bohmer :
Ironic, isn't it, Doctor?
Yes, The Monster's Victim shall inherit His Body.
And Everlasting Life.

Frankenstein :
Build up the voltage potential to its maximum.