Monthly Archives: March 2010

Swords I smile at …

I’ve been thinking about the relationship Macbeth has to his weaponry, and I’m considering it is an intimate one. He handles his weapons with the familiarity a cat handles its claws, as they are ready to be drawn in an … Continue reading

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Poor player…

In one or another copy of the play with its particular annotations, I came across a note that argues the line “a poor player” suggests an unskilled performer. It seems legitimate that it can also be spoken to suggest an … Continue reading

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My dearest love …

I am still not fully resolved as to how much exactly her Ladyship Lady Mac does exactly hold sway over the heart he bears. An x-girl friend gave me a good talking to the other day. I came over for … Continue reading

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My most worthy friends …

I think, as yet, my favorite scene in this play is the banquet. It begins, in a certain respect triumphant, and full of hubris. Of course, I can speak in regards to Mac. I can’t speak to what the lords … Continue reading

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