“That’s women’s work though, isn’t it? To take a bowl of shit and find something that glimmers, something that makes the pain of having to put up with it all just about worthwhile,” (Shields 48). Seven years before King Lear takes place, Lear’s three daughters struggle to have their voices heard in a patriarchal world. Goneril is a …
“I once read somewhere that no man is an island. But I think maybe girls are,” (McCauley 35). Liv Whitlock has never known what home is. She and her twin sister have moved from foster home to foster home because of Liv’s own “volatile and violent” behaviour, but finally they’ve found a home with the Millers …
Well, it sure has been a bit since my last flower talk. Let’s fix this by talking about the next flower Ophelia hands out, shall we? According to Jessica Roux’s Floriography, pansy (viola tricolour var. hortensis), also known as “Johnny Jump Up, heartsease, tickle-my-fancy” and other names (Wikipedia) was given the meaning “You occupy my thoughts” …
I’m a simple girl, you tell me there’s an anthology of YA stories adapted from Shakespeare’s plays and I’ll read it. That Way Madness Lies doesn’t disappoint, it’s an excellent collection of stories that Shakespeare lovers will love and many of the stories work as a great introduction to Shakespeare’s works that reluctant teens may be …
“I won’t/ be used/ without consent./ You think me/ easy to ignore./ Perhaps I am./ But only notice me/ when you have use/ and I will scream/ so loud I’ll wake the dead,/ and they might have/ some words for you” (McCullough). Cordelia, Ophelia, and Juliet gather beneath the trapdoor of the stage to retell their …
Let’s take our first look into Ophelia’s flowers with rosemary, since it’s the first flower she hands out in Act IV scene v. According to the language of flowers, rosemary (salvia rosamrinus), which is also known as “compass weed, incensier, [and] pilgrim’s flower” (Inkwright 133) has often been associated with remembrance and wisdom (Roux 152). …
“Boredom…is not far from blizz; one regards boredom from the shores of pleasure…The condition of the modern foetus. Just think: nothing to do but be and grow, where growing is hardly a conscious act. The joy of pure existence, the tedium of undifferentiated days. Extended bliss is boredom of the existential kind. This confinement shouldn’t …
“‘But not too much pain, am I right? Not too much, never too much. If it was too much, you wouldn’t know what to do with me, would you? Too much would make you uncomfortable. Bored. My crying would leave a bad taste. That would just be bad theater, wouldn’t it? A bad show. You …
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