Hamlet_ Graveyard Scene

“Alas Poor Yorick…’

Act V 1;203
Ham. Let me see.(Takes the skull) Alas,Poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest,of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it…Where be your jibes now? your gambols, your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady’s chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that..’

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Defaced Time

Quite Chap Fallen, fellow?

There must be, it is plain for all to see

The world has come to nought

Nought, nought it can’t be otherwise

Even the clock tells his own sad tale

That it is so.

How quite chapfallen? my queer fellow

Clicking gums will not do

Where be your teeth, minutes, hours?

The whole works scorn at this, Never noticed this?

The whole universe has slipped

Down its sorry trail of slime.

We sit here inurned and weep for the evil

And time has stood still for you and us.

And the world has come to nought

Nought, nought it can’t be otherwise

Even the clock tells his own sad tale

That it is so.

Chorus:

Nothing is the matter,- we retch, we weep-

Time has stood still for the deluge of tears

In this distracted globe, It is not we,-

locked and set out of reach

glass, steel and ropes lest we

reconstruct nameless hours to our hurt.

It is not we but the world has defaced

Your meaning- and we sit bound by you

We retch and weep for the evil.

benny

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Pen Portraits- the Bard of Avon

William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616) British
Dramatist and poet

The colossous who bestrode English literary scene with his immortal plays so diverse in subject, unrivalled in brilliance and depth, ironically remains still an enigma. Even its authorship has been doubted by scholars and critics who have analysed his plays – confronted with works of such grandeur can not attribute their authorship to who had such a humble beginnings.
It is true that all known facts of his life would fill only a page or two; He was born at Stratford-upon-Avon in Warwickshire in the year 1564, probably on April 23, the son of John Shakespeare, a yeoman who later became an alderman at Startford.
William courted Anne Hathaway (1582), daughter of a substantial yeoman, who was eight years older to him. At the age of eighteen he married her. Later we hear him making a name in London as a playwright and actor. In those days and times a playwright was a mere play – provider – a man of the theatre, a master of the company, whose sole duty was to provide text. It was unheard of printing a mere playwright’s story, especially one who was not even of courtly status.
So little is known of his career in London. He appears to have been a handy man and a play provider rather than an actor at the Globe and other theatres. It was not until seven years after his death that two of his old friends and fellow actors saw to the production of the First Folio of his play. Similarly it was not until nearly a hundred years after Shakespeare’s death that his first biography appeared. We may have to rest content for want of better proof in the adage, “the life of an artist survives not in his biography but in the products of his art.”
But if his plays tell us little about himself, they reveal a mind rich in the knowledge of his fellow creatures with their greatness and their faults. He was a warm, pleasant and unassuming companion, the local boy who made good by his sharp business sense, was a boon companion as vouched by many of his contemporaries.

Anecdote:
One day Burbage who played Richard III in the Bard’s Company made a tryst for the night with a lady and the password for her chamber was Richard III. Overhearing this the Bard knocked at the lady’s door and gained admission using the password. While they were making merry the actor knocked at the door. In response the Bard sent word to Burbage that William the Conqueror was before Richard the Third.

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The Great Unknown

In an expanding universe what has set it in motion? No one knows.

The scientists attribute this expansion due to inertia. What is inertia? The matter in the universe is separating because it was separating in the past and partly to a repulsive force of unknown nature and they call it a cosmological constant. But here we have an unknown quanity. If the universe expands slightly, then the expansion releases *vacuum energy, which causes yet more expansion. Conversely a universe, which contracts slightly will continue contracting. There is something that slows it down.

Unsolved problems in physics#1: Why doesn’t the zero-point energy of vacuum cause a large cosmological constant? What cancels it out?

If the creationists look for a neat universe they will also have to explain  the pre-existing chaos (Tohu and Bohu) before God set about tidying up things.

Finally a famous quote:

“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,

Than are dreamt of in your philosophy”. (Hamlet Ac.1 sc.v)

(Note: *Vacuum energy is an underlying background energy that exists in space even when devoid of matter or free space)

benny

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