Authorial Flashback
The whole effect I have to confess was quite stylishly chilling as dressed in Versace jeans, leather booties, abandoned shirt showing wisps of curly hair though thankfully not medallion he enters stage right to scare Macbeth… On the point of exit, he turns to the other ghosts. Brow puckering in over drive - a look of total drama school perplexity seems to confound the admonishment as if still grappling with that tricky line from several scenes back:
What are these so withered and wild!
What are these so withered and wild!
posted by sp at 10:43 am
2 Comments:
Yes but whom was he really refering to when constructing that question in the mind?
Of course, it is not known what is in the mind of ghosts but, as far as can be substantiated, it was in fact himself he saw, or that part of him known as the soul transubstantiated in a shole of sand. Then with time ticking by in a grandfather clock, like floundering fish in a mud pool, the needle stuck in the groove of plangent blues
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