Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 5

I could a tale to the unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine...

Hamlet's father's ghost to Hamlet.

Hamlet resumes next Monday with the contemplation of time out of joint. The rest of the week will be devoted to News of the Tiny - my email is to the right if you have any for me.

9 comments:

Ulla said...

Your work is enchanting! Where in Northern California are you?

ArtSparker said...

Hello Ulla - I am in Oakland. Are you also in CA?

Jesse said...

I'm captivated by these little bits of theatre!

Coffee Messiah said...

I like it.....kind of like watching the radio way back when. Well not that long ago, but I do remember being mesmerized by creating mental images of the spoken word coming through the radio ; )

hitch will be fun ; )

Chrisy said...

...you're soo clever...looking forward to next weeks lot too!

jude said...

good things come in small packages.

broadwayart&salvagelaurieknowley said...

I love this!!I have always loved setting up little stories with my collection of odd little things, now I do it with my grandson...

Cathy said...

What a neat idea! I like your sense of play in staging these.

grrl+dog said...

loving Hamlet... hey was there a reference to you in Dog a day? I thought so.. the devilled hamlet.