By I am reminded of Professor Wallofski’s
Omelette, Prince of Demark, and the rotten egg
the curate ate, watching this particular
‘peasant rogue…tear a passion to tatters’
as if each word were merely a bagatelle
on a stage the size of a tennis court.
‘Oh, what a noble mind…’ But, yoking apart,
who would wander those chill corridors,
discouraged by the guttering torches
in their sconces, where duty and hatred,
love and negligence throng in the smoky
shadows only words discombobulate –
or be unsettled by the Baltic surging
at the cliffs where ambition leaps ‘Even,’
as the lad himself said, ‘for an eggshell!’
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John Huddart
December 22, 2015I want to see this Hamlet – which is so good in parts! Good old theatre, to be able to inspire even when apparently slightly off the mark. And oh that wonderful phrase -“unsettled by the Baltic surging at the cliffs where ambition leaps…”