Blog Assignment #1

Hamlet is becoming less and less of a son as the days pass by. When I address him, he replies to me, “Ay, madam, it is common.” (1.2.73) as his queen and not as his mother. It is very upsetting, and I hope we can mend this separation and close the large void between us. Separation can be a hard thing to deal with, and even more so when it hits close to home. Hamlet has felt distant and unconnected ever since my husband passed away. He often is resentful and shows a silent hatred towards my new love, Claudius. He is often making snide remarks such as “Not so, my lord. I am too much in the sun.” (1.2.67) He was obviously making a snide jab at the king, who would like to see hamlet as his other son. But I love both hamlet and Claudius, but I am forced to align my loyalty with my husband and king. I just hope hamlet is willing to forgive me.

I don’t think hamlet’s disgruntlement with me is the entirety of his problems. He must still be mourning the passing of the late king. He said, “Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, that can denote me truly.” (1.2.82-83) and he uses his twisting words to show his true feelings, of a very long and drawn out mourning period. I will leave him be though, he needs his space. . . I also don’t think he appreciates Claudius’s attempts to hasten the mourning, as he said today “’Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet, To give these mourning duties to your father, But you must know your Father lost a Father, That father lost, lost his” (1.2.87-89) and Hamlet is taking this for the worst pushing him farther from Claudius, and in turn, me.

He worries me with the many disturbing thoughts that he holds. He has dark thoughts of death and dying. He might have some desire to join his late king. His words today, “His canon ‘gainst self-slaughter.” (1.2.132) show his deeper thoughts. He thinks and dwells on the ideas of creating a martyr out of himself. But he is stopped by his faith and the heaven’s law that he follows. I just hope that he is able to return to his old self, when he was much closer to me.

-Gertrude