Hamlet: my final post, WOOT!!

What I feel gripping me about Hamlet is the comedy within the tragedy. The games that are played in both word and deed. For instance, we have the grave digging scene, the classic skull in hand moment, it’s not often we think of something like this as a great place for some comedy to take place. Also, the constant in and out with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, mostly because this is where we see Hamlet particularly fuck with what we think is madness. We can never know whether he is really mad. It may just be a guise or he may only be somewhat crazy (that is to say only north northwest, “when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw”). It is this crux that allows hamlet to be interpreted in so many different ways. We don’t know just where he ever is mentally. In sooth, we may not even know whether the apparition of the ghost was real. This whole concept is particularly crucial because, for what we know, Hamlet is obsessed with knowing the Truth.