Dear Self,
Madness does not exist if it is not recognized by others. And her madness, Ophelia that is, is analyzed and deconstructed by one Peter J. Seng in "The Dramatic Function of Songs in Hamlet. 'Tis quite strange for a man to be writing about my life, but never-the-less, I have learned from his teachings.
A source of her ways is that brother who accused the legitimacy of our love. "For Hamlet, and trifling of his favor, hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood" (1.3.5-6). He proclaims this as if it were true. Furthermore, how can I not forgot the source of the source, thy father. Seng confirmed this conclusion as he states it was her "...father's attempt to warn his daughter about the ways of the world, but it ends as a groundless slander" (Seng 221). Her father told her on more than one occasion "[his] remarks bear the same implications as his son's: no one is to be taken or trusted at face value" (Seng). Once again her father not only degrades me but also ridicules Ophelia as well by exclaiming, "Affection! Pooh, you speak like a green girl, Unsifted in such perilous circumstance"(1.3.101-102). These words are stained with drama yet like much drama, it hold no truth.
However, Ophelia once has understood my actions towards her "my honored lord, you know right well you did, and with them words of so sweet breath composed" (3.1.99-101). Even though I hear the words she is forcing out, I have a hard time believing the integrity of those words. And with this doubt, I say, nay, assert that she "Get thee to a nunnery" (3.1.123). Seng reveals "For Ophelia, as for Hamlet, Denmark had become a prison" Maybe Denmark is a prison for us both.
However, Ophelia once has understood my actions towards her "my honored lord, you know right well you did, and with them words of so sweet breath composed" (3.1.99-101). Even though I hear the words she is forcing out, I have a hard time believing the integrity of those words. And with this doubt, I say, nay, assert that she "Get thee to a nunnery" (3.1.123). Seng reveals "For Ophelia, as for Hamlet, Denmark had become a prison" Maybe Denmark is a prison for us both.
Ophelia. Is she worth it? Is she worth the pain and struggle. For one, I face much opposition for my desire. Either by her father or brother...or even my father. I mean a king's word is sound is it not? Is our fate one in the same or as distant as Claudius and mine? For now, I know not what events shall occur, but one item is for certain. Where there is love, heartache cannot be far behind.
-@hamLIT
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