How to Have a Heartbeat I am so far apart from my body, So deep within my own self, That I can no longer touch my own skin; That the six feet of DNA in each of my cells Has uncoiled from around their hardworking histones And been unzipped And deconstructed. My body is one single overlapping line, One continuous directional path To blue eyes and strong legs and a strange mind. And as the methodically wound yarn unravels and flattens itself into obscurity, My life falls away from me Like zooming out from a satellite image, Until houses and streets become another innocuous shade of green. The immaculate system of life unwinds from within me Until my heart forgets how to have a heartbeat, And my blood forgets how to be blood, And my tongue forgets how to taste, And it is all somehow both utterly obsolete and still completely, fantastically, Universal. Unravel Unravel is the most beautiful word. The most beautiful part of being; The final state of coming...
Of course Hamlet is the main character and steals the show, his massive word count alone cements that, but, Ophelia is right up there next to Hamlet in terms of interesting characters and is too often overlooked. Hamlet is too obviously obsessed with death in the most clichè manner and wants to commit suicide to escape his suffering, but can't find the courage because he doesn't know what will come after death, posing an existential question and causing his inability to act. This lack of courage fills him with self loathing and adds to his angst over the whole situation. Ophelia also suffers similarly after the death of her father but she is able to do what Hamlet can't convince himself to do- she commits suicide, though this death is a bit debatable. Gertrude describes her death in heaps of detail and presents it as an accident but most believe think that's disputable; given the contempt for those who commit suicide at the time, it seems likely she is fabricating the ...