The Final Blow

I just had the most bizarre encounter of my life. I met my father. Yes, that was not an error. I met the spirit of my dead father atop a building last not. That is not even the main issue. With him he beared the worst news to ever meet my ears. My father was murdered. Not only was his life taken from him, but at the hands of my uncle. My father requested that I avenge him, but from the moment I heard that foul play was involved I knew automatically in my head that someone must die by my hands. The scene will be reminiscent of Pieter Bruegel the Elder's "The Fight between Carnival and Lent." An ode to Northern Renaissance art. The picture below depicts the chaos that ensues in my mind.

I am not mad for thinking in these terms but I should be praised. Certainly I must be doing God's will because anyone who breaches the loyalty and trust of their own brethren must pay with their lives, right? No one deserves to die! NO ONE!! Except my uncle. Yes he will be the exception because he deserves. He must be the contradiction. This will be my last post and the next time you hear from Thou, Price Hamlet, the blood of the world's greatest sinner shall be on my hands like John the Baptist.

The Discovery of the Murder of Holofernes, BOTTICELLI, Sandro

Cursed Wretch

I just found out that my mother is now courting my uncle! Oh how foul this world can be! It has only been a matter of months since my father passed and oh how desperate my mother is for human flesh. It makes me sick to even think about it. This work of Niklaus Manuel Deutsch painted in 1517 and it applies to my family in the sense that my mother and my uncle or clearly partaking in death's will my forming this unholy union. Notice how the corpse is not gentle and caring in the way it holds the woman. It is aggresive and LUSTFUL, yet the woman does not resist. My mother is too weak to resist the manipulative intentions of my uncle and this behavior shall land them in Hell. I wish I could find a passage in the bible that condemns this behavior because by the amount of pain it is causing me, it surely cannot be God's will.

Disaster Strikes

I have just received word that my father is dead. This news is shocking. My father, King Hamlet, is gone forever. If I have never believed in an afterlife before, now is a great time to start believing in one.

This painting by Giotto di Bondone sums up my feelings of this entire ordeal. This painting speaks to me in many ways. Notice how the color that is used in the painting is not used to force the illusion of death. The color of the corpse of Jesus is consistent the with color of those grieving over him. This helps me to cope with my father's death. He is not different from me even in death. His spirit remains with me and the color of his spirit after death with always remain consistent with my spirit because we are of the same blood. Giotto does not force the issue of death because it is a natural occurrence. Sorrow is a natural feeling, and if you notice the young girl in the back who is not in despair she acts as a symbol of hope that I will get over this feeling and things will get better. Until next time my friends.

- Prince Hamlet