Anonymous asked: You use the phrase, "The world is my oyster." I was recently told that as encouragement, but I'm 30 years old, never went to college, unemployed for six years, only just now learning how to drive, and desperately trying to find a way to move/find work two hours away so I can be with my girlfriend. Maybe the world is my oyster, but I have no idea how to see it that way. I'm trying, but it's so hard to breathe like this, so hard to keep from collapsing into a pile of terror.
Have you ever seen an oyster in the wild? Have you ever tried to open it? It’s fucking hard.
Do you know the origin of the phrase “The world is my oyster”? It comes from Shakespeare’s play The Merry Wives of Windsor:
Falstaff: I will not lend thee a penny.
Pistol: Why then the world’s mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.
Falstaff: Not a penny.
Are you seeing yourself in this? He’s not getting what he wants without a sword. Without a fight. He’s not getting a penny from anyone.
As an English major and a librarian I almost always look into the meaning behind these types of things. We took that line and we turned it into The world is yours to enjoy! YOLO! Woohoo! Which is true, yes. But, you’re probably going to have to brandish your sword at some point.
I am jumping into the next stage of my life with optimism and love. That’s my sword. I am coming at this with the belief that I deserve good things and that I am loved.
I am 28 years old. I have an unspeakable amount of debt. I have had huge let downs that made me question my value, my worth, my rights to love and food and survival and existence. I have had smaller let downs, the kind that creep into your sleeping dreams and ruin your daytime ones. Pile of terror? I’ve been there. That has been my mailing address and the place where my emergency contact lived and the place I thought I would live and die in. So, I get it. I get not wanting to be optimistic or not understanding how to even begin to be optimistic.
But sometimes the world isn’t going to lend you a penny. And you need to decide what your sword is and use it on the goddamn oyster. The only other option is to sit with that tightly sealed mollusk for the rest of your life and wonder whether there was a pearl inside.
Well shit. That is one hell of a pep talk lady.
verified. you ever need a good pep talk, go visit your local librarian. they know some heavy shit.
"you make my heart beat in iambic pentameter."
no you don’t understand shakespeare literally writes to the beat of your heart
- that’s why shakespearean actors will sometimes pound their chests in time to the words during readings
- that’s why you use fluctuations in the rhythm to track your character’s emotional state - any irregularities in the scansion are like the character’s heart stuttering or jumping or skipping a beat
- that’s why when characters share the rhythm - switching off in the middle of a foot - those characters inevitably have an extraordinarily intimate connection
shakespeare fucking writes viscerally, he is literally in your body, and that, my friend, that is why the best shakespearean actors don’t posture and emote
you have to be fucking alive and passionate and electric - it can’t be intellectual, in the end, it has to be about connection and the sweating, cheering, jeering, bleeding masses you’re performing to, because make no mistake, shakespeare may go to lofty heights, but he only works if you’re just as grounded in the earth. he has to be in your body. he has to be in your body.
holy motherfucking shit i love shakespeare so much, get him in your bones, breathe him in, stomp and rage and pine, dadum dadum dadum dadum dadum, it is literally to the beat of your heart
this deserves a MacArthur genius grant. i want to see dirtbag Othello and dirtbag Hal. Richard III already kind of a dirtbag.
Do you. bite your thumb. at us, sir? I do bite. my thumb, sir. DO YOU BITE YOUR THUMB AT US, SIR? Is the law of our side, if I say ay? No. NO, SIR, I DO NOT BITE MY THUMB AT YOU, SIR, BUT I BITE MY THUMB, SIR. DO YOU QUARREL, SIR? QUARREL SIR! NO, SIR.
Why does this have so many notes.
Do you know who William Shakespeare is
Could be a t-shirt? Romeo and Juliette, Act I Scene I
To twerk? Or not to twerk?
That is the question
whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the slings and arrows of outrageous booty,
or to take arms against a sea of dougie
and by opposing end it? to twerk, to jerk;
to jerk, perhaps to drop; aye, there’s the grind
I just shed a single tear that was beautiful