Blog Post #13 - Hamlet Blog 1

My father is dead. My father is dead and gone and Claudius - my own uncle - doesn't seem to care. I am mourning the death of the man who helped give me life, who helped raise and shape me, and Claudius has the nerve to tell me that my sorrow, while dutiful, is a "course of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief..."(1.2.94). Of course I am in misery! Not only that, but I am enraged. I only wish my physical self would "thaw and resolve itself into a dew" (1.2.129)! I cannot bear to exist knowing my mother has married my uncle so quickly, so willingly. And Claudius? Just the same. Both had their people in mind, of course, but not their family members. This family, this world, "'tis an unweeded garden" (1.2.134). We are a mess. My mother, she seemed to love my father so much; and yet, two months after his untimely death, she remarried, "O, most wicked speed, to post with such dexterity to incestuous sheets"(1.2.155)! I cannot comprehend. I wish it were not a sin to commit suicide, for if I was certain it would not send me to Hell, I would take my last breath in this moment. "But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue" (1.2.158). I must pretend that everything is okay even though my world has shattered into an immeasurable amount of pieces.