Revision-wise for the present draft, I don’t see much use for this insistent notion. But a notion insists to the point of blocking the traffic to other notions, I comply and write it down.*
So, to it, insistent one:
Yes, if ever a Shakespearean play called for another reading, Hamlet has got to be right up there. He’s a university student, on leave from Wittenberg. Mulling deep thoughts, feeling the pull for Ophelia, discombobulated by his father’s death and his mother’s hasty remarriage to his uncle.
Vision? Dream? Hallucination? Visitation? Who cares, when the times are out of joint. Whatever the ghost may be, a certainty crystallizes: His uncle murdered his father. Hamlet must avenge his father, he must. But he’s a twenty-something university student. Majoring in philosophy, for sure. How can he reconcile the opposing forces fighting it out in his body, his mind and his soul? How?
I happened to be in Puycelsi yesterday, a small fortified village on a hill. The narrow path where the sentinels made the rounds? Still there. How could I not think of Hamlet when I saw it?
But then, how can I not think of King Lear or Macbeth when I read the reports on the financial and political scandals revealed every day by investigative journalists? Scandals may be an obsolete word at this point. When corruption becomes so widespread, words need re-alignment.
TINA: anyone remember? A certain Margaret Thatcher’s pronouncement. “There Is No Alternative,” the iron lady said. Meaning: yes, the financial system is rotten to the core. It is both the patient and the disease. The only way to keep the patient alive is to feed the disease. How? The more the financial sector fails to feed the economy, the more money it must receive because… well, because TINA says so.
* After which I start to see, even revision-wise, why the notion insisted so much.