In continuation of my thesis research I learned that queer Russian poet (Марина Цветаева) Marina Tsvetaeva’s favorite performer was Sarah Bernhardt. She became enthralled with her and this interest and mention of it are heavily attributed to early understanding of Tsvetaeva’s sexuality. We may never be able to watch Sarah Bernhadt’s Hamlet but I think this poem from Tsvetaeva portrays everything we need to know about what that portrayal may have been like, or at the very least, what emotions it evoked.
Dialogue Between Hamlet and His Conscience
— She's — She's in the riverbed, in algae
And weeds...She went to them
To sleep, — but there's no sleep there, either!
— But she's the one I loved
Like forty thousand brothers
Couldn't love!
— Hamlet!
She's in the riverbed, in algae:
Algae! . . And her last garland
Has surfaced in the logs by the bank...
— But she's the one I loved
Like forty thousand...
— Less,
Even so, than a single lover.
She's in the riverbed, in algae.
— But she's the one —
I loved??
Part I: Intriguing, But Less Than Ground-Breaking
[A recording of this play is available at Librivox]
John Westland Marston’s 1852 play, “Anne Blake” makes me glad I’m writing a blog. As you may have noticed, researching Anna Cora Mowatt’s acting roles has caused me to develop a taste for mid-19th-century popular drama. I found this script to be a wonderful example of the genre. If you too find…
Quote: "Oscar! What does this mean? Why are you an old woman? Oh whatever are you doing?" (Maud)
Notes: one of hundreds of single-act plays, farces, and melodramas published by Abel Heywood & Son's in the late 19th and early 20th century, intended for amateur production or for entertainment in the home. There's precious little information available about the works or authors of these plays, but I found a single academic reference suggesting an 1890 publication for Granny. That fits with the style and the tone of this brief comedy, a predictable tale of young lovers and miscommunication, crossdressing, and potatoes. There isn't much here, though it is valuable as an artefact of its time and as a comparatively rare example of women's writing for the stage in this era (albeit not the professional stage). With its blustering, bellowing colonel and complaining, busybody 'country woman', this was almost certainly written with a middle class audience in mind.
Stage actress Maude Adams, the LGBTQ icon who (allegedly) was the inspiration for Peter Pan. Though she was never publicly “out”, she never married, and had many close female friendships throughout her life. Including Ethel Barrymore (Yes from the illustrious Barrymore family—the most recent being Drew).
Maude was very popular with female audiences, and due to her disinterest in men, her chastity helped her to maintain a pristine reputation throughout her life. She was often rumored to be engaged to men as an effective “smokescreen” to shield her from rumors of lesbianism. None of these relationships were anything more than just that—rumors.
After playing Peter Pan on stage, Maude reached monumental levels of stardom for the time, which made having a private life very challenging. She lived with her “secretary” until she died, and both were buried on the same plot.
Maude was a serious actress, who claimed she would never marry due to her dedication to her craft. This was a common excuse for closeted gays in the Victorian era. Her fearlessness, and paradoxically childlike innocence are inspiring to me. She lived a colorful life, and is definitely worth looking into.
A collection of Sweeneys for ya. I wanted to draw the lot of them together in a lineup again for a while. Last time I only drew four, so I added 4 more Sweeneys to whom I like or have seen. Enjoy ❤️💈🩸🔪🥧✨️
In order:
Tod Slaughter - 1936
Len Cariou - 1979
George Hearn - 1982
Ray Winstone - 2006, BBC Film
Johnny Depp - 2007, Tim Burton Film
Gregg Edelman - 2008, Drury Lane
Micah Cone - 2022, sierrastages
Josh Groban - 2023 Revival, sweeneytoddbway
“But that is how a tragedy like ours or King Lear breaks your heart—by making you believe that the ending might still be happy, until the very last minute.”
This veil is about 3 meters! 🫣
It’s soooo loooong. I made it with high quality white tulle.
Additionally, I trimmed it with a decorative ribbon in white with a silver thread. 🥰
Prince, let’s have no more disturbing
these wormy flower-beds. Look at
the living rose, and think of a woman
snatching a single day — from the few left to her.
Prince Hamlet, you defile the Queen’s
womb. Enough. A virgin cannot
judge passion. Don’t you know Phaedra
was more guilty, yet men still sing of her,
and will go on singing. You, with your blend
of chalk and rot, you bony
scandalmonger, how can you ever
understand a fever in the blood?
Beware, if you continue... I can
rise up through flagstones into the grand bed-chamber
of so much sweetness, I myself, to defend her.
I myself — your own undying passion!
Ophelia to Hamlet
Hamlet, doubled up in thought,
a sickly shadow beneath his halo
of knowledge and doubts …
(When was that play published?)
I’m immune to your abuse and emptiness,
spawned from your festering, adolescent den,
you have already lain on this breast
like some weighty chronicle.
Chaste woman hater! (Why did they indulge
this absurd chosen one?) Did you once
think about what was plucked
from the small flower garden of madness …
Roses? … But – shh – that is surely the future.
We pick them and new ones grow. Did the roses
ever betray us? Did they betray lovers
and were there then less of them?
Having been fulfilled, having been fragrant you will drown,
never existed … But you will remember us,
at that moment when over the flowing river chronicle
Hamlet with all your intensity you come once more into being.
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I know I just posted about another Marina Tsvetaeva Hamlet poem but I just discovered these moments later. As I posted before Tsvetaeva was a queer Russian poet that found inspiration in Sarah Bernhardt. Her work is (in my opinion) largely undertranslated and needs more attention. She is one of many writers I am covering in my upcoming master’s thesis and someone that I believe everyone should read the work of. Please enjoy these additional poems and remember to thank your local dead lesbian poet for their art.
The Wealth of Walter Watts vs. the Poverty of Bob Cratchit
The Wealth of Walter Watts vs. the Poverty of Bob Cratchit
Part I: The Character of Clerks
[An abbreviated video version of this essay is available for viewing on Youtube]
As I am sure may be true for you, Dear Reader, watching adaptations of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol is part of my yearly Yuletide routine. While scouring the internet in search of new or obscure versions of the classic, I stumbled onto the perennial debate of “Is Bob Cratchit…
Mrs. Rattenshaw: 'Tisn't much I've got to offer you, but such as it is, you're heartily welcome. Will it be poached eggs, now, and a bit of bacon, or fried ham, and potatoes in their jackets?
Maud: Oh, poached eggs I think, thank you; don't you papa? [Aside to him] I don't know what she means by potatoes in their jackets.