Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Friday, October 30, 2009

No school for students today!!!

Enjoy your three-day weekend; second quarter begins Monday.

SOPHYS: Count of Monte-Cristo check-reading test on Monday; bring a pencil or pen and your copy of the novel. Also, we will be assigning dates for the Author of the Day project.

APeeps: Read Hamlet Act II over the weekend and answer the questions as best as you can; we will start discussing and analyzing the text (particularly the significant soliloquy "O what a rogue and peasant-slave am I. . .") in class Monday.

Happy Halloween! Make good choices!

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Gifted English II: As I mentioned in class, the test on Count of Monte-Cristo has been postponed to Monday, November 2 due to scheduling conflicts at the school level. Bring your novel and a pencil or pen with you to class on Monday; I've already e-mailed a reminder to each of you. Today-more horror literature, including Mr. Poe.

AP Literature and Composition: Hamlet, Hamlet, Hamlet. What would we do without thee?

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Halloween is rapidly approaching! And we have Friday off! What a great week.

Gifted English II: Author of the Day is famed horror novelist Anne Rice, after which we are going to start working our way through the Horror Literature packet. Yup. Carl Jung's Iceberg Metaphor through the antics of Stephen King, all discussed for your delectation.

AP Literature and Composition: Hamlet, Act I, scene iii--Polonius's "advice" to his son. The advice itself is good, but sometimes one must consider the source. . .

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

We have a lot of work to do today!

Gifted English II: Lecture/discussion on horror in literature, with note-taking guide produced for you. This will probably take all period, after our Author of the Day: Clive Barker.

APees: Hamlet analysis, part II. Act II introduction and related materials.


Did you know that Hamlet has been translated into Klingon? Really! I had a copy once, but it took a walk right out of my classroom. Oh,
Qu'vatlh guy'cha b'aka!



mupwI' yI'uchtaH!
(Good night!)

Monday, October 26, 2009

Today may be a hard day for some of you; Ms. McMillen has an announcement to make regarding the passing of a BHS student that has been on the news. His name was Brandon W. and his car flipped just off of Michigan early Saturday morning. If this young man was a friend of yours, or if one of the other students involved in the accident is a friend, and you are distraught, please know that resources will be in place to help you tomorrow all day. Please come see me before class if this upsetting news is particularly jarring to you and I will direct you to the appropriate office--or escort you personally if necessary.

Unfortunately, we still have business to attend to, even in the face of tragedy. Hence, our schedule for today:

Gifted English II: Discuss "Everyday Use" by Alice Walker and prepare to make the transition into our next unit--horror in literature! I hope that you will find this interesting. The Author of the Day project list should be filled out by now, but I will still be presenting authors this week until we end the quarter. Today's author is the great, terrifying HP Lovecraft.

APees: Hamlet, Act I, scene ii soliloquy analysis, followed by (if time) Act I quiz. MacPapers are due by 3 p.m. today and tonight on www.turnitin.com. If you are having trouble logging in, you can e-mail me a Word attachment and I will upload it for you. Please send your paper by midnight Monday at jennifer.hilley@ocps.net and face no penalty.


Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Update for APeeps

MACPAPER DUE MONDAY. MACPAPER DUE MONDAY.

(Now, if you turn it in on Friday to Mr. Bailey, so I can grade it this weekend, I will give you five points you can use at ANY TIME during the second quarter. Like on a quiz of fail, or a focus paper of not-good, or whatever.)

MACPAPER DUE MONDAY.

I will e-mail all of you this information.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Friday, October 23, 2009

We are launching into the last week of the first quarter; if you owe any make-up work, now is the time. This weekend, I plan to do nothing but A) hang around at Saturn of Orlando, grading focus papers and B) hang around at a coffee shop, grading focus papers. And make-up work. I finally have the hang (knock on wood) of ProgressBook and everyone should be updated, God willing and the creek don't rise. (Pardon the cliche. Friday posts bring out the best in me.)

Wear Orange and White today! Yay Boone!

Gifted English II: Accept proposals for alternate Authors of the Day, then move on to things fantastic and sublime. In the yellow textbook is a bizarre little story called "The Cold Equations" that was written in the 1950's, back when science fiction was sort of a Tomorrowland kind of vision, very Jetsons-esque. Except that this story is creepy as all-get-out, and it might inspire the kind of weird fanfiction of which some of you are so enamored. This is the kind of story that inspired George Lucas, Charles-in-first-period. You'll love it or hate it, but either way, I guarantee a reaction.

APeeps: Collect focus papers and host a Title Parade, followed by an immediate surge of interest re: Hamlet, Act I. So many questions, so little time: Why on earth did the smartest man in the room get passed over for King? Is it merely a manifestation of the law of tanistry, or are wickier things afoot? And why do we open with a ghost scene? And why are all these Italian dudes hanging out in Denmark? What's up with that?

On a personal note, to seniors only: This is the first year I have attempted to teach this play after burying my father, and since I maintain that this is a tragedy about three sons mourning three fathers, I might have a hard time with this one. Or not. I can gird myself with hoops of steel if need be, to misquote the play. Just saying. I might get more emo than Hamlet himself, so beware. I'll try to behave and stay pumped up with chai tea lattes. But for the record, I really loved my dad and I miss him, and he loved this play tremendously.


Thursday, October 22, 2009

Gifted English II: Literary Terms Mastery Test, followed by selecting an author for the second quarter Author of the Day Project. For each presentation, I expect the following:
1. A three-to-five minute discussion of your author;
2. Reference to at least TWO works by your author;
3. Some form of visual aid. I love visuals! And our classroom is seriously lacking in decoration, as you know. :-)

The sign-up sheet will be going around; if you have an author NOT on the list you'd like to propose, write down your proposal and your grounds for selecting this author and submit it on Friday, October 23.

Bring a pencil for the Mastery Test!

APeeps: Yesterday, you multiple-choiced; today, you are to think about tragedy in all of its subtleties with reference to ORex or Macbeth. The prompt is awesome. The AP Exam is real and it is coming, so be prepared. Focus papers are due TOMORROW by 3 p.m.; don't forget the opportunity for extra credit if you visit the Writing Center.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Happy Wednesday!

Gifted English II: We will encamp in 313 and read, read, read. Reading is fundamental. See me if you need a copy of the CMC Character List.

APeeps: Multiple Choice Practice Session #2 (there are eight total) in the CLIFF book. You will thank me later--I hope! These practice sessions are geared to imitate the actual exam you will be taking in May, and I tried to select passages that judiciously reflected what we have been studying in class--in concept if not entirely in content. More Hamlet shenanigans tomorrow, possibly related to a timed writing of some sort. Possibly. NOTE: If you come to the Writing Center today or tomorrow with your MacPaper, you get FIVE POINTS on the final draft. FIVE POINTS. Think about it in this economy--FIVE POINTS!

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

It's Tuesday; it must be Belgium. (Old joke from an older movie, so don't worry if you miss the reference.)

Gifted English II: Tomorrow will be our last scheduled CMC Reading Day. There will be a check-reading test next Thursday, October 29, which is six days longer a reading deadline than I had originally anticipated. I have character lists to help you if you are having trouble distinguishing between various French persons. Bring your novel and a beverage.

Today, though, is another matter entirely.

Grammar activity (!) followed by more Icarian fun in the form of a response paragraph.
Reminders: Mastery Test for the 120 Terms is Thursday; bring a pencil. It is multiple-guess. And for those of you who tend to leave things lying around in 313: You are ultimately responsible for your textbooks, and so far this year I have collected two dozen or so books from other classes, two very expensive calculators, a cell phone, two iPods, and some expensive make-up compacts from Dior and Chanel. I am glad that you are of a socio-economic class to have such things, but as a fairly materialistic person myself I find myself baffled that you would leave things lying about so cavalierly. Please, please, check your pockets and bags before you leave the classroom--I cannot be responsible for such finery.

APeeps: Further transitional pieces between Mac and Ham, with lecture/discussion thrown in for good measure. Tomorrow is a practice MC session for the AP exam, since we are a teeny bit behind schedule on that (but stunningly ahead of schedule in other ways, so yay) so bring a pencil and your brain. All will be well. Things to contemplate regarding the two tragedies: One is a fallen hero, much in the Aristotilean mode, and the other is a relatively good, if indecisive, man beset by a corrupt universe. Harold Bloom once stated that in writing Hamlet Shakespeare created "the human being," and I often wonder if Hamlet is the beginning of modern literature as we know it now.

Hamlet is certainly someone with whom we can identify, if only for specific qualities. I wouldn't date him. But then, again, I have a celebrity crush on Sam Waterston (the eyebrows are just so expressive) so there is no accounting for taste, eh? I think many of you will find Hamlet appealing in an emo-boy, Death Cab for Cutie kind of way. Or you will want to smack him upside the head. Regardless, the language Shakespeare allows this character to utilize is filled with insight, puns, and ridiculous brainy-ness. Enjoy it for what it is. Oh, and bring a pencil tomorrow. And watch Law and Order at some point and see if you don't find Waterston's eyebrow management somewhat entertaining.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Happy Monday!

Gifted English II: Icarus Unit continues, after a comprehensive review of the 120 literary terms. We will have a multiple choice mastery test on Thursday. You need your Icarus packet and the yellow textbook, which should still be under each desk for your use. Last week we had Classic Rock Day, and now we are going to analyze the Auden poem as well as the Plath piece on the front of the packet. So much winged flight, so little time. . .Please note that graded work is in the box to be picked up; I will stop class early to distribute. If you need to make up an assignment please see me early in the week to ameliorate the woe.

AP Lit and Comp: TP-CASTT Analysis of "Preludes;" 5th period had made some serious headway in analysis on Friday and now we are going to tackle this difficult piece together as happy learning communities. The MacPaper is due on Friday, October 23 by 3 p.m.; we started drafting it last week in class and several of you have already approached me with terrific ideas for analysis. While we are Macpapering, we are going to start our introductory lecture materials on Hamlet; I want to to remind you that Hamlet is available in the lit anthology, but if you want the No Fear version (which some of you really appreciated re: Macplay) you need to go get it, like, totally, like, now. I have a few paperback versions of Hamlet available on a first-come, first-served basis. Hamlet is far more dense and difficult to understand than its Scottish counterpart, but it is worth it and will really shift your thinking about the human condition. (In fact, if you only read two things this year to prepare for the AP exam, I'd suggest Hamlet and Heart of Darkness, but I'm not saying that the other texts are valueless--ask Morgan H. from last year's AP class, who maintains that any AP question can be answered with The Awakening.) Literature can be life-altering, people, so keep reading.

Love to all; enjoy the rest of the weekend! Fall has finally arrived, albeit for a brief visit.

Announcements: Mid-October Version

I hope that everyone enjoyed their three-day weekend break, and that Homecoming was fabulous! And I truly hope that no one saw my face. . .if you saw the Puppet Show on Friday, you know what that means.

The end of the first quarter is rapidly approaching, and while most of you have been keeping up admirably with your make-up work, I still have a handful of sophys who owe me make-up assignments from extended absences (swine flu is very real, people) and APeeps who need to make up the Mactest or a Macquiz or two. I am frantically grading submitted work this weekend, and anticipate printing out a ProgressBook roster for everyone to check by the end of business on Monday. As I've posted here before--frequently--I am having immense trouble wrapping my brain around this program, and not a little bit of it is the disconnect between the ProgressBook platform and my Macbook. (Apple, not Macbeth.)

If you detect a discrepancy between a paper you have in your possession and the score online, please see me ASAP. That said, I should have your averages updated with two weeks to spare for those of you interested in submitting make-up work or resubmits for the ORex papers. Again, e-mail me at jennifer.hilley@ocps.net if you have questions, but please give me the rest of this weekend to sort through everything. I have never had so many students--and y'all turn in all of your work! Well, most of you.

Community Service: I have service letters for about ten of you who have already done comm serv this quarter, but if anyone needs hours for NHS or for Bright Futures, I could still use help in the following arenas:
1. Project X-Mas. We are starting to collect for this project at the end of this week, and Katie C. needs help with her crafts committee. Beacoup hours available here.
2. English Department Office. Mrs. Nicoll and I need some help straightening this out for the Writing Center--cleaning the appliances, finding new homes for the Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots, and hanging of student art. Hours available after school AND during a research period, if you are available.
3. Sophomore Locker Creation in the Sarcasm Closet. Many of my sophys never got lockers, for various reasons, and I had some students relocate two bookshelves into the Sarcasm Closet. These need to be organized so that the sophys can store materials here.
4. General filing and non-confidential paperwork management. There are a myriad of things I cannot have you do, for legal reasons, but some tasks can be done by students--filing, listing paperbacks, sorting through extraneous materials.

I'm also interested in getting Information Society back off the ground this year, and re-instituting the Contemporary Literature Reading Circle. Both of these cultural (!) opportunities can yield service hours. And, of course, consulting in the Writing Center is the primary means by which I award comm serv. I will be distributing hours sheets at the end of the quarter, so be sure that you sign in each day that you serve during A or B lunch.

So. . .need hours? See me. I want to help you reach your goals, and I am lazy enough to have plenty of opportunities for you to do so. :-)


Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Friday, October 16, 2009

NO SCHOOL.

NO SCHOOL.

NO SCHOOL.

NO SCHOOL.

NO SCHOOL.

Do I sound too ecstatic about this? Do I? Really? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Today is the last day of the week for us; there is no school on Friday. Whee!

Today is also the day of the Homecoming Game; tomorrow night is the dance. So. . .

TODAY IS THE HOMECOMING PUPPET SHOW.

It's a highly overrated experience, but I want to accomplish two goals:

1. Keep you safe and hopefully making wise decisions, and
2. Show you the proper way to utilize table manners for those of you going out to dinner beforehand. I have a place setting ready to go. We are going to LEARN and not about the poking-the-eye-out-with-a-fork trick.

But there are still lessons to be learned, to wit:

Gifted English II: Icarus again, this time with classic rock. And you think there is no fun in English class.

APeeps: Transition from Macbeth to Hamlet, complete with a deadline for the MacPaper.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Today is the PSAT at Boone, and the schedule is going to be very altered from the norm.

I will be in my classroom my 6:30 to tie togas for seniors; at 7:00 I have to go pick up my testing materials for the freshmen and juniors who will be participating in 313. I will tie more togas during fourth period, whenever that is, and hopefully my afternoon classes will have some time left in them after the adjusted bell schedule. We are supposed to finish PSAT by 10:30 in the morning, but I highly doubt that will happen based on past experience. Thus:

1. If you have no first or second period, plan to arrive at school after 10:30.
2. If you have AP Calc or AP Physics first period, prepare to be frozen in that class for a long, long time. Yay math! I think it sounds fun.
3. DO NOT COME TO MY CLASSROOM unless you are on the testing list. This test determines National Merit and I don't want any interference.

After the test is over, normality re-asserts itself (we think) and the bell schedule starts up again with fourth. Both lunch shifts will be "normal" and then we will have truncated fifth, sixth, and seventh periods. Since I distributed "Preludes" by T.S. Eliot yesterday after the Mactest, we will most likely analyze this in the few minutes we have together before we launch into New Things. Sophys: I won't see you at all. BE GOOD.

After school, I have a Mandatory Fun Department Meeting in room 315 but then will be available for further assistance re: college essays. See me if you are interested.

Good luck to all! Eat a good breakfast and get a good night's sleep!!!!

Monday, October 12, 2009

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Today's Homecoming Dress-up Occasion is: WHATEVER!!! It's really called My Favorite. . . which has led me to believe that some children will dress up as their favorite serial killer or some such, while others will take the more sedate road and dress up as a favorite cartoon character or Harry Potter-esque thing. One girl offered to dress like me, and I hope she was kidding. What, a long dress and a cardigan? With a piece of glitter stuck to the side of your nose? Hmmmm.

(She's very sweet, though.)

So dress up tomorrow as your favorite Whatever, but stay in dress code and there will be much rejoicing.

Because. . .

Today is TEST DAY in 313! Bring a pencil and the necessary caffeine (for you, not for me--I plan to be super-prepared tomorrow.)

Gifted English II: Antigone test, which won't take all period (I hope) and will allow us time to launch into Icarus and Friends.

APeeps: Mactest. This will take some people all period; when you are finished, I invite you to read Eliot's "Preludes" and get ready for a bumpy ride.

Love to all!

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Monday, October 12, 2009

Welcome to Homecoming Week, a week filled with non-academic antics and multiple opportunities for children to snub each other. Okay, that was too cynical. Actually, HWeek offers a LOT of super-fun things to do, from the Bonfire (Fire! Fire! I hope Ms. Burns gets to go. . .) to the Braves Brawl Talent Show to, of course, the Homecoming Dance. There will be costumes all week and tons of spirited activities, including the day-long thumping of the spirit drum, which doesn't get annoying at all.

To wit, tomorrow is COWBOYS AND INDIANS DAY. No one liked my idea of OPPRESSORS AND OPPRESSED DAY, so here we go with more of a Lone Ranger theme. I anticipate seeing a lot of little Pocahontas costumes roaming the halls tomorrow. Stay within dress code, please.

On a more positive note: I have 500 safety pins and am ready to go for Toga Tying on Wednesday before school. Come to 313 early that morning if you want help tying your senior class toga. Underclass students will be contemptuously turned away by angsty seniors, so plan accordingly.

Gifted English II: Grammar, again; review for Antigone Unit Test; some other stuff.

APeeps: More MacReview, followed by a critical essay from A.C. Bradley on Lady Mac.

Thursday, October 08, 2009

PSAT

Dear Peeps,

I will be giving the PSAT in room 313 on Wednesday, October 14 during an artificially frozen first period. All of my sophomores will be testing elsewhere; seniors, if you have late arrival, plan accordingly--the first period freeze will last through what is now A lunch. If you have nowhere to go during first period you will most likely be relegated to the warm confines of the Guidance lobby.

How to prepare for PSAT? Honestly, get a good night's sleep and eat a decent breakfast. This is a test that gauges potential, not necessarily actual gained knowledge. In many ways, it is an intelligence test. It is merely one piece of a complicated puzzle by which students are placed in college-level courses. Take it seriously, but there is no reason to panic.

Needless to say, if you are normally a hanger-outer in first period, you will need to find a new destination on the 14th.

Happy trails!

~Ms. H.

Friday, October 9, 2009

There might be a fire drill today during fifth period. Plan accordingly. I will be toting my SLOW CHILDREN AT PLAY sign, so if we get separated in the fray find the sign.

Gifted English II: Author of the Day is Elizabeth Barrett Browning, after which we are doing a grammar activity based on yesterday's chat in class. The Antigone test is Tuesday, and I will review you extensively on Monday in class. If we have time today, I'd like to read "Daedalus and Icarus" by Ovid in preparation for a mini-unit on language.

AP Literature and Composition: MacReview for the Mactest on Tuesday, followed by a Frost poem that is ideologically connected to the MacPlay. Guaranteed to leave you depressed. Fifth period, a thousand apologies--we will be deconstructing said poem on the practice field in the hot sun, in order to ensure Fire Safety.

NOTE: Thanks to all who came to the Project X-Mas meeting after school on Thursday; it was awesome.

NOTE NOTE: Poetry reading after school today from 2:30-4:00 in room 315. Please consider attending!

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Macbeth: Act V

Don't say I've never done anything for ya: it's almost three in the morning, and here I am, eating Yoplait and summarizing the final act of the most amazing, like, totally, like, play, like, ever.

I really hope this helps.

Act V, scene i: Lady Mac's Train Sails

A Doctor of Physic and a Gentlewoman (maid, really) are discussing, in hushed tones, what has been going on at Castle Mac of late: turns out that Lady Mac has succumbed to guilt and is experiencing extreme somnambulism. She is walking at night, with a taper constantly at her side, reliving the horrors of her deepest imagination. As the doctor (actually, an alchemist or astrologist, most likely) demands information from the beleaguered maidservant, LM enters with her candle, and begins performing pantomimed ablutions while intoning the famous "Out, damned spot!" line. In short order, she confesses to knowledge of Duncan's murder ("Who would've thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?"), the massacre at Fife Castle ("The Thane of Fife had a wife/Where is she now?") and the death of Banquo ("Banquo cannot come out of's grave") to the horror of her witnesses. Clearly out of her mind, she relives the knocking at the gate, and the interpolation between her and her spouse is made wretchedly clear--this scene is a neat reversal of Act II, scene ii in which Macbeth laments the soiling of his hands, and she coldly tells him to go wash up. The doctor orders the maid to follow her and "remove her from all means of annoyance," which we instinctively know is foreshadowing for the annoyance that LM will discover to end her own life.

This scene is often played dramatically by actors, but I've always read it sorrowfully. "To bed, to bed, to bed. . ." she intones, and off she goes--alone.

Act V, scene ii: Marching Off to War.

A consortium of English and Scottish soldiers march on, and we find out that Donalbain is still hanging out in Ireland, presumably opening up a bed-and-breakfast with the likes of Fleance (I am kidding, so please don't write that in a focus paper) and that many of the ten thousand soldiers are like eleven years old or so. The thanes discuss Macbeth, and reveal that he is so mad with power that no one loves him anymore and everyone thinks he dresses funny. Or something to that effect.


Act V, scene iii: Inside Forres, with the hilariously named Seyton.

Every adaptation I've seen, save the Orson Welles production, pronounces this character's name as "Satan," which is apt considering the company Macbeth is now keeping. The only people working for him are mercenaries or low-level employees too cowed by his rage to fight against him.

This scene, although largely expository, reveals a tremendous fragility within our titular anti-hero. After he wantonly abuses a servant, calling the boy a "cream-faced loon" and "whey-face" and (my favorite) "lily-livered boy," he discovers that Malcolm is on the move with 10,000 soldiers. He asks the doctor "how does your patient" and then launches into a fairly accurate description of psychoanalysis, years before Freud. The doctor replies that the patient has to want to get better, and we know (again) that LM is doomed. Macbeth realizes that everything is a wreck--his thanes are abandoning him, his wife is a lunatic, his kingdom a crumbling pile of poo that resembles Pride Rock after Scar let the hyenas come play.

He asks the doctor to "cast the water of his land" to find out its infirmity, utterly failing to recognize--or in deep denial about--that he is the disease, and he is about to be inoculated right out of existence by the Anglo-Scottish forces.

Then, he claims he's ready to fight, having doffed and donned and doffed and donned his armor several times. But in the castle he remains, fortified, insane, and alone.

Act V, scene iv: Outside near Birnam Wood: Holy Crap!

In this brief but mighty scene, Malcolm proves his stones as he leads the English army with Siward's able assistance. He orders the men to "hew down a bough" from Birnam Wood to disguise their numbers. This totally reminds me of the Battle of Helms Deep when the Orcs shuffle towards the gate hiding under shields. Of course, Macbeth, standing atop the turret of Castle Forres, would look down and it would seem that the woods are moving. The witches weren't lying; they were lying "like truth" amid the "equivocation of the fiend." Malcolm is a clever lad--perhaps clever enough to rule Scotland.

Act V, scene v: The Best Scene Ever in Any Play Ever (IMHO)

Macbeth taunts the enemy, threatens empty walls with his bravado, until he hears the cry of women from within. He sends Seyton out to discover the source of the noise, and while his loyal (?) servant is gone on the mission, he laments that years ago, he would have had his hair stand on end to hear such a cry, and now, nothing. He has "supp'd full of horrors" and nothing can frighten him now; he is no longer human.

Seyton returns and says, "The Queen, my lord, is dead."

Macbeth responds with the most blindingly awesome speech in all of speechitudinousness, in which he semi-mourns the death of his wife and truly mourns his own, all while engaging in the Ultimate Existential Declaration. Check it out for yourself:


Yes, you've heard this before, and seen it in this blogspace before, too, but now let's analyze it. The first line has always upset me, but I think there is more than one way to interpret it. "Ah, she would have died anyway" is pretty cold, but perhaps he meant, "Her death was inevitable." And then he goes on to say that no matter what we do, we are going to die--and then he goes in for the kill, so to speak, with the analogy of life as a bad actor on a bad stage (not to mention with a bad script--in this case, written by Macbeth for himself, with the help of the women in his life.) Life is full of rage and discordance, and then it's over, and it meant nothing. Sartre himself could not have evoked a more compelling sense of existential woe.

A messenger rushes in to tell Macbeth that within three miles he sees a moving grove; once more, Macbeth threatens the poor man with death, but then says he deserves the same. Now he feels the witches snare draw tighter around his neck and he finally leaves his fortified castle to descend to the battlefield. Only one prophecy remains to protect him--if it will.

Act V, scene vi: Just outside the castle walls.

Malcolm tells the soldiers to throw down their branches and fight. They do.

Act V, scene vii: On the battlefield, once more.

After establishing a strong bear-baiting analogy, Macbeth is confronted by the fourteen-year-old-ish Young Siward, who is eager to make his mark as a soldier. Macbeth, far older and stronger, has no need to kill the lad, except that he's a psychopath who does stuff like that for fun. Not only does he kill the boy, but then he taunts the corpse: "Thou wast of woman born! Booyah!" and goes scampering off. Just as he leaps offstage, MacDuff hurries on, looking for him, and declaring in true heroic fashion, that he only wants to kill Macbeth and not any of the mercenaries. "They're just working for a living," he reasonably asserts, and he dashes through the writhing crowd in search of the one man who destroyed his family and now must pay--blood will have blood.
Malcolm and the English forces take the castle. It's over, except for the revengy-ness.

Act V, scene viii (in some editions, vii continues): Death Comes to the Tyrant

There is a lot of long-haired, plaid-kilted, running-about behavior, until MacDuff gets the butt-kickingly cool line of "Turn, hell-hound, turn!" The mano y mano conflict hits its zenith when Macbeth gets all taunty and declares that he leads a charmed life that will not yield to one of woman born. MacDuff, grinning genuinely for the first time in probably forever, says, "Despair thy charm. . .MacDuff was from his mother/Untimely ripp'd." Which is a really gross way of saying that he wasn't born, per se, but was yanked, and not of woman, per se, but of dead woman. Women did not survive C-sections in those days, nor for long afterwards. This is what we call a neat technicality, and one Shakespeare would not have seen as a cheap trick. The audience is supposed to gasp in shock and awe at such a thing. And it does make for pretty good drama, no lie.

Macbeth can't yield, though: bullies never can. He has to go out fighting, so on they fight, with MacDuff suggesting evilly that Macbeth surrender and become "th' gaze and show of the time"--in other words, a freakish sideshow. Not for our messed-up King, oh noes. They go offstage, fighting. They come back onstage, still fighting, and Macbeth is slain in full view of the audience--because the audience, or at least Shakespeare's audience, needed that visceral satisfaction. Then MacDuff drags the body off, and the others gather to establish new Scottish rule.

Ross tells Siward that his son has died, and, puzzlingly, Siward is cool with it, so long as the kid "had his hurts before." If Young Siward did not run from his oppressor, but stood up to fight, then Siward is proud of him. Never mind that this is not Father of the Year behavior; it does reveal the impact militaristic codes had on some of these families. MacDuff comes back in with Macbeth's head ("Look what I almost stepped in!") and shows everyone, to great applause. Malcolm, now the highest-ranking individual on stage, has the final speech, as is the tradition in all of Shakespeare's plays, and he promises to replant all that had been torn up, resod the Garden of Scotland, and transform it from a rough, tribal country with Thanes to a rocking good subdivision of England complete with earls. And there was much rejoicing.

::whew::







Macbeth: Act IV

Whew. This is taking longer than I thought it would, and I type pretty quickly. Goodness. I hope this actually benefits some of you.

Act IV, scene i: A witches haunt.

In this ridiculously controversial scene, in which our Weird Sisters make really disgusting soup, we see every possible taboo in Shakespeare's time mentioned and then thrown in with some extra-virgin olive oil for super duper flavor. Eewwwww. Eye of newt? Check. Toe of frog? Check. Racist implications of people's body parts? Gotcha, and BAM. Finger of birth-strangled babe, ditch-delivered by a drab? Oh, yeah. The grossest ingredient, to my reading, is the body fat drained from a murderer's gibbet after it drips out of the corpse. Shakespeare knew how to nauseate.

But what makes this scene work so well are the dual elements of the sing-songy rhyme scheme ("Double, double toil and trouble"--and please don't mention the Mary-Kate and Ashley video again) and the fact that as evil as the witches are, they still refer to Macbeth as being more wicked. "Something wicked this way comes," they intone, and boom, there he is, in all of his paranoid glory.

The stew they brew is in anticipation of his visit; he immediately starts bossing them around, which is what I would do to ministers of darkness who can screw me over, and they summon forth four apparitions, each more intriguing in symbolism than the last.

The first is a helmeted head, which intones, "Beware MacDuff!" Don't forget that every warning has a double meaning, and each apparition has a symbolic value as well.

The second, disturbingly, is a bloody baby--although remember that blood can imply both life and death (particularly at some births, say, C-sections) which says, "None of woman born shall harm Macbeth." Macbeth, being an idiot, thinks this is cool. Savvy readers know better.

The third, a child, crowned, holding a tree branch, says, "Til Birnam Wood to come to Dunsinane Macbeth shall not vanquished be" and again, in his arrogance and idiocy, Macbeth thinks this is so awesome. It is not awesome. How many of you were envisioning angry Ents taking revenge on Saruman? I did! Macbeth is far too literal, and can't see "the equivocation of the fiend/That lies like truth" yet. Stupid, stupid man.

The fourth apparition says nothing, but freaks him out. He demands to know the future, and the witches demur. He curses them and they bring forth the horrible truth: A parade of eight kings, starring Banquo. The last king holds a mirror that reflects eternity. His seed will NEVER rule and all of his efforts are for naught. He melts down and almost cries.

Suddenly, the witches vanish, cauldron and all, and he is left with just the news that MacDuff has fled to England. His new plan? Seek forgiveness? Plant some trees? Start a service learning program for at-risk youth? Oh, no. He's going to hire assassins to go slaughter everyone he can find at MacDuff's house, and really show him. What a guy.

Act IV, scene ii: Castle Fife, Home to MacDuff

This scene is truly odd; it is supposed to represent innocence in a world of hurt, but the conversation between Lady MacDuff and her Egg is so bizarre by today's standards that it is hard to see any shred of naivete amid the snark. As the scene opens, Ross is talking to his cousin, Lady MacDuff, who is appalled that her husband has left Scotland and abandoned her and her children. She is usually staged cradling a baby, with little Egg by her side in a scene of domesticity. Ross says a lot of stuff that could go either way; personally, I think he brought a truckload of assassins with him, but I am pretty cynical. Finally, he says if he stays any longer he'd just embarrass her, so he leaves.

Lady MacDuff and her child engage in a form of banter that probably passed for entertainment back then; he accuses her of buying and selling husbands, and he asks her what traitors are, and they talk about hanging people. Good times! This is what I liked to discuss when I was in first grade. Shortly after she calls her child a "poor monkey" a messenger breathlessly runs in and warns her that her life is in danger. The messenger runs out, and Lady MacDuff reacts in exactly the way I would: She gives a speech about the nature of goodness. If this were a movie, and I were in the theater, I'd be yelling RUN WOMAN AND TAKE YOUR BABIES. But, alas, this isn't that kind of interactive opportunity, and soon Murderers come rushing in.

Valiant little Egg jumps in the way to save Mom, in an exact role reversal of Banquo's death scene, and he is quickly overtaken and slain. Lady MacDuff runs out screaming MURDER MURDER MURDER (as fifth period well knows) and the scene closes. We know she's a goner; too bad she hadn't left town.

Act IV scene iii: England.

This is the only scene in the entire play that is not set in Scotland.

MacDuff has connected with young Malcolm and is trying to convince him to come back and take over. Unfortunately for the noble and decent MacDuff, Malcolm is deeply suspicious, having been attacked before and having been a victim of many, many plots set upon him by Macbeth. In order to test him, Malcolm weaves elaborate lies.

First, he tells him that he is far too slutty to rule Scotland. "Your wives, your daughers. . .I would hit all of them." MacDuff assures him that Scottish wenches are, er, generous by saying "We have willing dames enough." In other words--yes, lust is bad, but Macbeth is worse. Please come back to Scotland.

Next, Malcolm tells him that lust isn't the only problem. He is also greedy. He would rob every nobleman and line his own pockets (as if kilts had pockets!) MacDuff is disappointed, but says "We have foisons enough to fill up your will. Come back."

Malcolm is disgusted by MacDuff's willingness to overlook these character flaws, and he lobs a home run: He claims that in a wrathful way, he will destroy his country. He will foster war for the heck of it. He will make Macbeth seem like Lambchop in comparison.

MacDuff loses his temper, and cries, "Bleed, bleed poor country!" He has lost his hopes.

Malcolm, relieved that MacDuff is no yes-man, assures him that he was just lying (nice, eh?) and tells him, yo, I'm a virgin who doesn't like to pick fights and I don't even have a lot of stuff. Oh, and I've been raising an army of 10,ooo Englishmen to come kick some major Scottish butt. Can we be friends?

While poor MacDuff is still reeling from lies/not-lies, Ross enters and tells them that Scotland is just about as bad as Wal-mart on Black Friday. People are panicking, rushing about, shoving each other over cheap DVD players. . .but I digress. Ross, after much vacillation, tells MacDuff the bad news: His wife and kids have been murdered, at the behest of Macbeth. Perhaps with Ross's help (read between the lines, peeps.) But they are at peace. Riiiiiight.

What I find most fascinating about this sequence is that MacDuff, though manly in all the right ways (ahem), cries. He feels wretched about losing his family, as anyone should (but so far hasn't in this play, if you've noticed) and even when young Malcolm says "Dispute it like a man!" MacDuff replies, "You're a virgin who can't drive" (whoops--that was Clueless, way harsh, Tai) "Yes, I will dispute it like a man, but first, I must feel it like a man," thus revealing that he is the Total Hero. A warrior with FEELINGS. Awesome.

They plan to come back to Scotland, armed with Englishness, and destroy Macbeth--make medicine for the sickly weal, as it were, and purge the illness plaguing Scotland. A MacIllness.

Macbeth: Act III, The Turning Point of the Tragedy

Act III, scene i: Macbeth's New Castle, at Forres (atop Dunsinane Hill)

Banquo is deeply suspicious of his best friend, who is now King of Scotland, and he references the Weird Sisters in a brief soliloquy beginning this scene. When Macbeth comes out, wearing the crown and speaking of himself in the Royal We (which isn't annoying at all, btw) Banquo is surprisingly deferential to him. Macbeth refers to the sons of Duncan as "our bloody cousins" and reveals that he knows exactly where they are--thus indicating to a perceptive reader that he has spies everywhere. This is not a monarch who rests easily upon his throne; he knows to what ends he has gone to ascend to power, and he is going to ensure that nothing dethrones him.

Over the course of his speech, Macbeth weaves three questions to his best friend, attempting to be subtle. Unfortunately for the clueless Banquo, the questions work. Ride you this afternoon? Is't far you ride? Goes Fleance with you? These questions sound benign, but let the AP Lit Translation Service recast them: Are you leaving the palace unguarded this afternoon? Are you going far away, where no one can hear you scream? Oh, and are you taking your spawn with you? In other words, Banquo is doomed. Macbeth tells him that dinner is at seven, and urges him to "fail not our feast." Then, he dismisses everyone, and talks to himself--still in the Royal We. Someone is having an identity crisis.

Let's think for just a moment about the character development here, or, rather, the devolution. Macbeth had to be goaded into committing the first murder, then freaked out with apparitions, guilt, and incompetence in the moments leading up to, including, and immediately following the death of Duncan. Once he acquires a taste for off-battlefield blood, though, Lady Macbeth's "creation" has grown feet of his own, and he slaughters the two guards with nary a guilty thought. Now, he is clearly plotting the murder of his best friend, and his best friend's child. The moral slippery slope upon which Macbeth is balanced is titled so precariously that he no longer needs Lady Macbeth to guide his murderous hand. The interpolation of the characters has begun, most tellingly in that he doesn't disclose his new plans to his former "dearest partner of greatness." She needs to watch her back.

Macbeth wants Banquo gone for two reasons--one, because "our fears. . .stick deep" (he suspects, rightly, that Banquo isn't falling for the whole "Duncan died at our house but we had nothing to do with it" routine) and two, because the witches predicted that Fleance would inherit the throne. He laments, using particularly choice language of "barren" and "unlineal" imagery, that everything he has done to the "gracious Duncan" has been for someone else. Not only is Macbeth ambitious beyond comprehension for the present tense--his greed now extends to the next generation, a generation he won't even be around to witness! What a tool.

A servant brings in two murderers, and over the course of their conversation Macbeth repeatedly insults them, comparing them to dogs (mutts, specifically) and telling them that all of the things they had once thought Macbeth had done to them, Banquo actually had. He has planted a seed of hatred in these cutthroats, and as an afterthought, he asks them to kill the child as well. We know, however, that Fleance is his chief objective. Even in the rough Dark Ages of Scotland, women and children were a separate category--sell them into servitude, sure, but kill them? Not so chivalrous, even in these rough ages. Macbeth is beyond redemption, or so it would seem.

Act III, scene ii: Still inside the castle--a sequence of domestic "bliss"

Lady Macbeth asks a servant to convey her wish to speak to her husband; something that the B.A. Lady Mac of Act I would never, ever have done. Ask permission to speak to the man she ostensibly shaped into being? Unbelievable. Well, Mac has learned to ride the bicycle without training wheels now, and he no longer needs her. He does go to her, however, and they have a weird conversation in which he uses snake imagery to relate his despair over not having all he has ever wanted. She seems content to be Queen, but when she questions his motives and his future plans, he tells her to be innocent of the knowledge until it has already happened. And he calls her his "little bird," which would have been fighting words two acts ago. Their marriage is definitely in a different zone now, and not for the better (from her perspective.) She has to know on some level that his murderous urges are not yet sated, but since she has been relegated to the role of "typical woman" she has no power over him at this point.

Act III, scene iii: Outside of the castle, in the woods.

This brief, but shocking, scene is the first on-stage murder in the play, and serves as the turning point. Up until this moment, Banquo has been a moral light amid the darkness of the unfolding events, a flash of hope that perhaps Macbeth might come to his senses and repent. No more. Weirdly, three murderers show up to do the job instead of two--and much has been said of this discrepancy over the ensuing years, with theories ranging from the interference of the witches themselves to uphold their prophecies to a mistake in the text to Lady Macbeth serving a role to Macbeth himself. Regardless, the three mess everything up; Banquo fights valiantly to save his son, and Fleance flees (nice alliteration!) into the forest. The murderers, abashed at their own suckiness, have to go tell Macbeth about their error. Banquo is dead, with twenty stab wounds to his skull, but the little kid darted, weaved, and escaped. I do not think it coincidental with all of the bird imagery in this play that Banquo demands that his child "fly" to freedom.

Act III, scene iv: Macbeth's first official state dinner, at which he loses his royal marbles.

Lady Macbeth, ever the gracious hostess, seats all of the thanes who have attended Macbeth's first dinner party, but noticeably MacDuff is not present. This is the second major event he has declined to attend, and he will pay dearly. Pleasantries are exchanged and Banquo's absence is verbally noted by Macbeth in a duplicitous manner, until one of the murderers--with blood on his face, which is super-tacky for a formal dinner party, not to mention the whole Let's Be Subtle About Killing the Dude thing--shows up and demands Macbeth's attention. Macbeth goes to the side, and discovers that Fleance has 'scaped, which makes him really, really mad. You just can't get good help these days, he thinks, and as he returns to the dinner table, he realizes that all of the seats are full. Why? Because the ghost of Banquo has manifested itself and is sitting in his seat, pointedly, looking really disgruntled at the whole Why Did You Kill Me thing.

Macbeth freaks out.

Lady Macbeth tries to control her husband in the only way she knows how, by emasculating him. "Are you a man" she hisses, and he replies incoherently with something about bears and tigers and how awesomely mighty he is. This is one great king.

The ghost leaves. Lady Macbeth tells the guests that Macbeth is always like this, so they should just relax. As far as excuses go, this is pretty poor. "Oh, don't worry. Your king is a lunatic and has been since childhood. It's all good!"

Etiquette being what it is, though, the guests gingerly sit back down and probably don't eat much. What a horrible dinner party. (There was this wonderful TV show on in the early 1970s called The Mary Tyler Moore Show, in which Mary Richards, the main character, repeatedly tried to throw dinner parties that were just awful. No one had fun, everyone felt awkward, people left early. The writers must have had this scene in mind when they created that ongoing subplot.) Just when the tension is reaching a fever pitch, the ghost does another turn around the room, and Macbeth completely loses it. Flailing about irrationally, he looks positively regal as he terrifies his constituents and breaks up the party. Once the thanes are gone--probably racing home to post status updates on the medieval version of Facebook--Lady Macbeth tries to talk to her husband.

He tells her that he has spies in the MacDuff household, and that he is going to talk to the witches again, and that darkness is taking over his soul.

She tells him he needs a nap.

Honestly, what else can she do? His train has sailed.

Act III, scene v: A heath again, for the scene probably not written by Shakespeare. Check out the bizarre rhyme scheme.

Hecate and the witches hang out, dance, and taunt each other. The only valuable thing in this scene is the line in which Hecate rebukes the witches for investing so heavily in a "wayward son" who won't benefit them at all.

Act III, scene vi: Forres, the palace.

In this primarily expository scene, Lennox and another random Lord talk about what's going on. Not much is revealed, except:

*People think Macbeth is a jerk;
*Malcolm has been given safe harbor by the King of England;
*MacDuff has fled to England to join forces with Malcolm;
*Things are really, really crappy in Scotland.

One cannot rule by brute force alone; Macbeth has no more actual supporters. The tide has turned.




Macbeth Act II: In Which Bad Things Happen

Further Summaries for my APees:

Act II, scene i: Inverness Castle, just after midnight (the witching hour)

Banquo and his little kid, Fleance, are keeping the watch. With no small amount of nervousness, he greets his friend Macbeth and gives him the diamond that Duncan had entrusted unto him as a gift for Lady Mac. Duncan really is a nice, generous man--who has minutes to live, as it turns out. For the second time, Mac asks Banquo for advice, but Banquo, failing to pick up on the urgent tone, says, "Sure, have your people call my people," which is in one way kind of a brush-off. Macbeth has lost his moral compass, and he might be able to rely on Banquo as some kind of ethical anchor. Or not.

In a notable soliloquy, Macbeth then fantasizes that he sees a dagger floating in the air in front of him. He pulls out his real knife, and the dagger-apparition is suddenly "gouged with blood." If I saw apparitions like this, I would be pretty freaked out, but he blathers on about how he is just like a rapist, preparing to violate the innocent, and he waits for the Pavlovian bell his wife rings to bid him to commit murder.

The bell rings, and he says, "Hear it not Duncan, for it is a knell/That summons thee to heaven, or to hell." And he does off to do his wife's bidding--or is it his own?

Act II, scene ii: Elsewhere in Macbeth's castle

Lady Macbeth is startled by the noises of the night, and she is plainly nervous. We do not expect an amoral creature such as she to feel frightened, but we quickly discern that her nerves are due more to a lack of faith in her husband's murderous abilities than in the deed itself. She also reveals that she would have done the killing herself had Duncan not resembled her father as he slept, thus intimating that she either has major Daddy issues or she has a kernel of goodness buried somewhere within that breast-feeding-killing bosom. Macbeth limps into the room, clutching two bloody daggers that she doesn't see at first. The two speak to each other quickly, disjointedly, dazedly. Macbeth is in a sorry state, convinced that he has murdered sleep and that his soul is dead. "Wherefore could I not say Amen?" he laments irrelevantly, "I had most need of blessing."

The contrast between the two is stunning in this sequence: she urges him to wash his hands; he stares at "his hangman's hands" and utters the famous lines: "the multitudinous seas incarnadine/Making the green one red," implying that all of the water of the oceans cannot clean him of his evil. She shrieks with anger when she realizes that he has erred in this most basic of deeds by bringing the weapons out with him, thus destroying their plan, and she orders him back into the room.

"I can't go back in there! He's dead!" Macbeth weeps.

Disgusted with her unmanly husband, she does it, contemptuously saying, "The sleeping and the dead/Are but as pictures," and she not only lays the daggers beside the guards (who, incidentally, she drugged--she keeps DRUGS at home? What kind of creeper-dealer is she?) she smears them with the blood of the slain king. Talk about fingerpainting.

As the scene closes, a loud series of knocks is heard at the south gate. It is dawn. Time has lost all meaning, having been suspended in what Thomas de Quincey calls "that awful parenthesis". Duncan's body is about to be discovered. . .

They rush off to bed to wash up and change into their nighties. Duncan is dead, the castle is now a seat of hellishness, and their souls are damned.

Act II, scene iii: The outer gate of Inverness Castle

A drunk porter yells knock-knock jokes while utterly failing to open the gate to the thanes waiting outside. He makes frequent references to devils, hell, liars, and criminals, and each time a knock is sounded, he yells, "Knock knock!" This scene is played for comic effect, but as we discussed in class, it probably serves other notable purposes:

1. The comic relief allows the actors playing Mac and LadyMac time to change;
2. In-universe, it allows the characters of Mac and LadyMac time to change;
3. It delays the discovery of Duncan's corpse, thus imbuing a stronger sense of fear and suspense in the audience. The time from the creation of Duncan's corpse (off-stage) to its unveiling (also off-stage) is exacerbated by distraction, allowing the audience to laugh nervously at the porter's antics while still being keenly aware that something Awful has happened;
4. The porter symbolizes the complete transformation of Macbeth's home from heaven to hell.

When he finally opens the gate, he greets an exasperated MacDuff and other thanes, who are there to transport Duncan to his next destination. MacDuff engages in some banter with the porter after refusing to tip him for his non-efforts, and the porter reveals that he has been drinking all night and has thrown up twice. The porter also reveals some other, more bawdy things, to the great delight of the audience, before Macbeth comes on out, rubbing the "sleep" from his eyes. Faker.

While Macbeth makes conversation with Lennox, another thane, and discovers that the weather that night had been particularly foul and mysterious (see Shakespeare Meteorological Imagery 101 for clarification on this key point) MacDuff goes in to awaken his beloved King. Then all hell breaks loose.

Everyone in the castle "shakes off. ..downy sleep" with the ringing of bells, the trumpeting of instruments, and MacDuff's hysterical yells. Both princes, Donalbain and Malcolm, stumble out of bed; Banquo runs in; Lady Mac comes out of her bedchamber looking "confused," and it is just chaos. MacDuff is appalled at his royal master's murder, and demands that Macbeth and Lennox go in and see the deed.

Macbeth, who seemingly minutes before was unable to go in and see what he had done, rushes in with Lennox and is gone for approximately thirty seconds. This will be vitally important to note, very soon.

MacDuff flails around, genuinely surprised, and aware that every single person in the castle that night is Suspect Numero Uno.

Macbeth and Lennox come back in, and Macbeth has completely transformed into the Triple Vodka Sour of Evil. To wit: In the teeny amount of time he has been offstage, he has killed both guards. Everyone else is amazed, and not in a good way. MacDuff demands, "Wherefore did you so?" and in excessively poetic language, Macbeth defends his utterly indefensible actions. When his wife realizes that her husband has blundered, and badly, she faints (or pretends to) and everyone finds their inner chivalry and helps her up, thus refocusing their attention from him (and his arrogant stupidity) to her (and her feigned waifishness.)

All of the men agree to get dressed and discuss this matter further, and leave the room, leaving behind the two bewildered and orphaned princes.

These boys are smart. "There are daggers in men's smiles," says 14-year-old Donalbain, who might be a freshman but has his wits about him. Malcolm decides to flee to England; Donalbain decides Ireland is nice this time of year. If they stay, they know they are next. They know they didn't do it, so therefore one of their many trusted "uncles" must have borne the knife. So out of town they go, unwittingly allowing Macbeth an easy transition to the throne of Scotland.

Act II, scene iv: Outdoors.

Ross, an Old Man (who is around 70, by his own admission, which in 1050 Scotland would be like 150 now) and MacDuff have a chat. Ross reveals that the sky has experienced an eclipse, which even in Shakespeare's day was an event of considerable supernatural implications. MacDuff states that the guards did the deed, even though he doesn't sound convinced; he then goes on to say that since the young princes slinked away in the middle of the chaos, they must have "suborned" the guards (i.e. paid them.) Macbeth will be crowned King at Scone, the traditional crowning gallery of kings. However--and this is fascinating--MacDuff is not going. Nope, he is skipping the ceremony (major faux pas!) and going home to his own castle in Fife. The die is cast; MacDuff will definitely get a detention for missing this mandatory meeting. Or will he?


Macbeth, Act I, scenes iv-vii

(These summaries are really taking a lot out of me, so I might slip into brevity.)

Act I, scene iv: Duncan's throne room.

Young Malcolm, who is probably around your age (17, 18) recounts the execution of the traitorous Thane of Cawdor. He says that he died better than he ever lived, and was really apologetic about that whole treason thing. Duncan disingenuously says, "Man, I trusted that guy," two seconds before saying, "Hey! Macbeth!" This is also what we call foreshadowing. Pay attention, peeps--Shakespeare does nothing by accident. (Well, not nothing. Pirates in Hamlet, a rabid bear in A Winter's Tale, and two murderers becoming three murderers in this play all prove otherwise.)

Banquo and Macbeth are congratulated for their battle-awesomeness right before Duncan drops a bomb that (phrase that means "tinkles off") every grown man in the room: He is disrupting the law of tanistry and naming his son, Malcolm, as next in line for the throne. Everyone acts like they are happy, but they are p-mad. Duncan then announces, with utter stupidity/obliviousness that he is going to spend the night at Chez Macbeth. Macbeth promises to ride ahead and let his wife know to lay out the Royal Jammies and prepare for Duncan's most awesome visit, and there is much rejoicing. At least publicly.

Act I, scene v--Macbeth's castle as Inverness, where things get interesting

Lady Macbeth, a.k.a. Grauch Macbeth, is reading a letter, inspiring oh-no-she-didn'ts from the entire Renaissance audience. A chick who can read? A person who can read in 1050 Scotland, where literacy was a major life goal? Wow. Something wicky is afoot. Not only is she reading, the content of what she's reading is really surprising. Most marriages in this time period were arranged, and involved a dominant male figure telling his woman to make him some pie or iron his kilt or go birth a baby or something. Here, Macbeth calls her "my dearest partner in greatness" and confides military and witchy secrets to her. Even more awesome is what the letter doesn't say, but that she totally gets: Duncan will die. She either has a secret decoder ring or she got his psychic fax; they are on the same psychotic wavelength. She flings the letter aside and demands that the ministers of darkness "unsex" her--transform her into a dude. (Think about this for a second: Lady Macbeth would have been played by a male in Shakespeare's day, so a male actor playing a female role would be asking to be a male. Isn't that interesting?)

She wants to be bold, bloody, and resolute--because she fears her husband's kindness. Let' s think about this for a minute, too. This is the husband who gutted a man on the battlefield, who instantly began fantasizing about whacking his boss and kinsman under his own roof in violation of the unspoken, but eternally binding, laws of hospitality. And she thinks he's too nice. What does she want him to do, drown a bunch of puppies for fun? More importantly, what does this tell us about her? Goodness.

A messenger comes and says that Duncan is coming tonight. She gasps, unprepared for Murder Most Immediate, but starts preparing herself emotionally for the plot that must now unfold. Then, her husband comes in the room, and she lustily greets him and they talk chillingly of the future. She tells him to fake kindness to his lord, and that she will take care of everything. He tells her they need to speak more about this plan. She assures him it's all good.

The scene ends with a definitive, palpable sense of fear hovering in the air. Who ARE these freaky wombats?

Act I, scene vi: Macbeth's castle, just outside in the courtyard

In this largely stupid scene, Duncan and Banquo talk about how pretty Macbeth's castle is. Little do they know that this "heavenly seat" will, within hours, be transformed into hell. Lady Mac makes an appearance and sucks up to her king. Little does he know what's in her poisonous mind and heart. We'd feel worse for Duncan if he weren't so blind. He is like the character in the horror film who can't hear the soundtrack with the screeching violins who says, "Hey! All of my friends have been murdered! I think I'll take a bath!"

Bye, Duncan. Soon.

Act I, scene vii: Elsewhere in Castle Inverness: Where Things Get Truly Bizarre (Note: This scene is definitely rated PG-13)

In his first major soliloquy (thinking aloud on stage, since plays don't have subtitles, and a character standing in pensive thought is just boring and pointless) Macbeth decides not to kill Duncan. He just can't do it--Duncan is a nice guy, after all, and he wants to enjoy his newest title for a bit. And we get the idea that he is creeped out by the concept of killing a kinsman and a guest. Macbeth isn't totally bad; he is the Diet Coke of Evil, gone a bit flat from the excesses of battle.

But then his wife comes in, the Triple Espresso of Evil, and the taunting begins. He tells her "We shall proceed no further in this business," and she immediately launches into an epic attack on his manhood. (Not literally--that's not appropriate for the kids!) "You're not a man," she counters, and he's like, "Yo, woman, shut up, I am too," and she's like, "No, you're not," and it's almost as delicious as that toga-ripping sequence in Julius Caesar with all the durst-ing. ("You durst not!" "I durst!" "I dursted more!")

Then she pulls out the Ultimate Scary Weapon of Words, when she says, essentially, "I have breast-fed a baby and know how awesome it is, but if I had promised you, I would rip that kid right off my ___ and dash its brains out."

Now, who on earth says something like this?

And even more surprisingly--he doesn't even blink. His only response to her is, "What if our plan doesn't work?"

She tells him to "screw thy courage to the sticking-place" (referring to a notch on a crossbow) "and we'll not fail." In amazement, he tells her to have male babies only, since females might die inside of her due to her evil ways. She takes this as a compliment (!) and relates her fell plan: Get Duncan's guards drunk, stab Duncan in his sleep, then leave the bloody weapons with the guards. When the body is discovered, cry a lot. Can't go wrong.

Never mind that even in pre-CSI Scotland this is the lamest plan ever ("What? In OUR HOUSE?" she will later cry, which is so believable) the fact that these two are this eager to get all stabby doesn't bode well for a happy ending here.

Duncan, you have minutes to live. Thus endeth Act I.





Macbeth: Summarized for My APees: Act I, scenes i-iii

Act I, Scene i: A Heath (just north of B Heath. Ha ha.)

Three witches gather on a crappy meadow, planning to meet with Macbeth. The number three will come up multiple times throughout this play, btw. A huge battle is apparently going on somewhere nearby, and the witches intone the famous paradox (what's a paradox? Two places to fish!) "Fair is foul and foul is fair. . ."

So, we have to ask ourselves: Witches? Really? Well, since Shakespeare is clearly establishing mood, we are no longer in the Real World as we know it, and we know that other supernatural vibes will manifest themselves. Rock on, Witches. And since there are three of them, divining the future and calling upon creepy animals, this might be an allusion to the Three Fates from Greek mythology.

Act I, Scene ii: A military camp, directly north of B military camp (I crack myself up so consistently)

Here is our first clue that something is awry: the King of Scotland, Duncan, is at a military camp awaiting a summary of how the battle has been going. It's 1050, in a tribal culture. Why the heck is he not on the battlefield? Is he too old, too weak, too ineffectual? These are questions the inquiring minds want to know. To my mind, this means he is doomed--any warlike country with a wimpy king is just waiting for a coup. Just saying. Scotland has apparently been battling Norway, and we never find out why, but Duncan's oldest son Malcolm has been released from captivity and two awesomely B.A. captains named Banquo and Macbeth have been kicking some Norwegian butt on the battlefield.

A rapidly exsanguinating captain brings the battle report, saying how Macbeth has eviscerated a traitor named MacDonwald right there on the field, by inserting his sword into his bellybutton and ripping him up the torso, right to the chin. There is no band-aid big enough for that kind of wound, so even before we meet Macbeth we know that he is a fearsome beast who is not shy about blood. The bleeding captain then says that the battle redoubles, and Scotland has started to lose ground, before he says that he is dying and would really like a doctor now please. He is carried away, and finally news of Scotland's victory comes to Duncan, with further news of a newly discovered traitor--the Thane of Cawdor, who apparently has been helping the King of Norway. Perhaps Norwegian cuisine is better than haggis. Who knows? With the final couplet of this primarily expository scene, Duncan declares a death sentence upon the Thane and gives his title and his lands to Macbeth. Macbeth, of course, does not know this yet, as we have yet to meet him. Great happiness to Scotland; the Norweyan lord has been destroyed. Now the Scots are free to fight each other, or to invent Scott Tissue.

Act I, scene iii: Heath again, or a blasted meadow.

(By the way, I am posting all of this from memory, so if there are occasional glitches please forgive. I am passionate about this play, but that does not necessarily imply accuracy.)

The three witches are once more gathered, and this time they tell a disgusting tale about jealousy, murder, and control. One of the witches, who had been out killing swine, asks her "sister" where she has been, and the reply is chilling: A sailor's wife had refused her a chestnut as a snack, so she transformed herself and haunted the sailor, crashing his ship and ripping off his thumb as a souvenir. Apparently, these witches--the Weird Sisters (like the band in Harry Potter IV!)--are shape-shifters and time-alterers, and they enjoy messing people about. This is what we call foreshadowing, people. Then, they say, "Macbeth doth come!" and come he doth.

Macbeth and Banquo, BFFs from the old days, are trudging back from battle. It has been a long, gruesome day, but, crap, they won, so they are moderately happy in their battle-weary kiltyness, and Macbeth inadvertently echoes the witches from Act I, scene i when he intones, "So foul and fair a day I have not seen." As they approach Duncan's castle at Forres (which I believe now to be Edinburgh) they are distracted by the sight of three weird chicks hanging out in the road. Actually, above the road--they are of the earth, but not on it.

Banquo notices that they have beards, and short of offering them a PedEgg for their chins, he asks them what they are. Macbeth demands that they speak. This dialogue is what we call characterization--Banquo is curious and mystified, and Macbeth is a bossy butthead. The witches offer three predictions (see that number again?) to Macbeth: Thane of Glamis, Thane of Cawdor, King hereafter. Now, he knows he is Thane of Glamis, due to his father Sinel's death. He does not know about Thane of Cawdor, but we do (dramatic irony!) and he has not even considered King as a possibility, due to his apparent loyalty to Duncan. However, he almost instantly begins to fantasize about killing his king. Note that the witches never say, "Thou shalt kill your king tonight at your house with your wife's help." They just say "You'll be king someday." Isn't it interesting where his brain immediately goes?

So here is the real question: Are the witches controlling him, or are they physical manifestations of the desires he already nurtures inside of his dark soul? (Or of his wife's?)

Banquo wants in on the action, too, and asks for his fortunes. The witches respond with what could best be described as rude riddles or math problems. "Lesser than Macbeth, but greater; not so happy, but happier. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none." Discerning readers will note that these predictions will mean that Banquo has to die, and soon, but he will probably get to go to heaven, since this is a Shakespearean tragedy and decent people get whacked quickly.

(This reminds me of my favorite definition of tragedy, from a Stoppard play: "The bad end unhappily, and the good, unluckily, and this is what we call tragedy.")

Before the men can further question the witches, they disappear (neat trick!) as Ross and Angus ride up with news. Ross and Angus are festively named thanes, too, and are untrustworthy as all get-out. Note how snarkily the men frequently talk to each other. Granted, I don't speak fluent Dude, but it seems that they insult each other with alacrity ("I won't pay you for your words, jerk, but just came to tell you some news," is how one of the lines could be paraphrased) even when they bring "good" news. They tell Macbeth that he is the Thane of Cawdor, and while Banquo, Ross and Angus talk about other things (the weather? wine, women, song? bagpipes? we never know) Macbeth in an aside to the audience contemplates killing his king. Really? Seriously? C'mon, Mac; you just got a massive promotion. Can't you just enjoy that? What's wrong with you?

The men leave to go to the castle together and celebrate the end of the war.




MacStuff

A few students have conveyed to me, in varying tones of terror and/or frustration, that they really don't get Macbeth. I get that you don't get it, so I hope that this post can help you get it with greater ease--got it? Such as it is.

This is my very favorite play, even over and above the oft-vaunted Hamlet (I have issues with the melancholy Dane since I think he's the ultimate emo kid who just needs a good haircut, a nice swift kick in the seat of his tights, and a call to action) and even though Shakespeare's language leaves a lot to be desired to some people of a modern readership, the insights and subtleties of this particular work are just breathtaking to me. Here are some things to consider:

What Makes Macbeth Easier Than Other Shakespearean Plays

1. One dominant plot; no messy subplots.
2. Swiftly moving plot, with massive rising and falling action to sustain interest.
3. The imagery falls under a few major categories: Blood, Clothing, Appearance v. Reality, Supernatural, Gardens, Disease, Masculinity, Femininity, Evil.
4. The parallelism of the play's structure implies that anything mentioned in the first half will be repeated or interpolated in the second. Nice mode for analysis, no?

What Makes Macbeth Tricky for Modern Readers

1. Diction.
2. Diction.
3. Diction.
4. Well. . .and it does discuss a world view that is frankly at odds with most of our current perspectives. Monarchy? Militaristic ideology that trumps family values? Family values that involve missing children and a woman who would dash a baby's brains out? These are not likable people, nor are they trustworthy.
Every so often, I encounter a student who only wants to read "true stories." I think they mean non-fiction, or at least I hope they do, because the sordid truth, if there is one, is that there are no true stories--only subjective interpretations. Frequently, these same students go on to say that they want a story with people they admire or at least with whom they can identify. I think that's what takes Macbeth out of the comfort zone, too--except for Banquo, whacked in Act III, no one is entirely trustworthy here. The Scottish Play is peopled with jerks and arrogant losers; even our ostensible heroes, MacDuff and Malcolm, are flawed--one abandons his family at the first sign of trouble (although we can see why) and the other is a virgin who lies about his conquests to test a potential adversary. Macbeth famously says, "I begin to doubt the equivocation of the fiend/That lies like truth" but EVERYONE in this play lies. Even little Egg MacDuffin has a skewed view of the universe, and this can be particularly unnerving for a novice reader of Renaissance drama.

So why do we bother? Why read Shakespeare at all, except for the incontrovertible facts that A) your parents had to, and your teachers had to, so dang it, you have to and B) classy people claim that they like it?

Well.

Allow me to don my snob hat for a moment (yeah, like it ever comes off) and defend the Bard for a moment.

Why We Need to Read Macbeth

1. Universal archetypes and themes. Everyone is capable of evil; everyone has ambition. Macbeth, according to Aristotle's definition of the tragic hero, is the bridge between the human world and the supernatural--granted, with the help of his wife and perhaps even the witches--and reading about his foibles can help us vicariously experience the rush of evil and the shattering consequences that follow. He is an example of what not to do.

2. The language is breathtaking. Human speech is not without rhythm; I have long believed that the natural cadence of our verbalizations flows into iambic pentameter more often than not. However, to read such gems as "Look like th'innocent flower/But be the serpent under't" in the world of IM language and L337 is such a rush. For me, anyway. Remember that speech that so excited me from Act V, scene v? It epitomizes woe, but in a grandly poetic sense that so much of modern prose lacks. (The analogy I gave in class: In LOTR, when Gandalf recounts how he defeated the Balrog, the dialogue is reminiscent of Shakespeare: "And I smote my enemy on the mountainside." Gave me shivers. Of course, that might have had something to do with Sir Ian McKellen's declamation than anything else, but I am a sucker for language on a grand scale.)

3. Catharsis. Macbeth allows us to experience the full range of human emotion, through the eyes of both the bad guy and the victim. We sympathize with the clueless Lady MacDuff; we feel the rush of power when Lady Macbeth summons the ministers of darkness; we feel Macbeth's vacillation between grace and evil. Or we should. And when the enemy is vanquished, after MacDuff gloriously snarks all over his frenemy with "Despair thy charm! MacDuff was from his mother/Untimely ripp'd" the audience is supposed to feel the full force of our titular anti-hero's fall. Thus, catharsis--we are along for a hideous ride, a ride that entails human behavior that most non-psychopathic people would never, ever engage--and when the resolution comes, we realize it was all for naught. So what have we learned, kids? Murder is bad. Ambition, taken in too potent a dose, is bad. Listening to your psycho-hose-beast wife is bad. Being bad is bad. It's a vote of confidence for the powers of Goodness, even if it leaves us drained, exhausted, and utterly confused. What a great play.

Check the next post for further explanation of Macbeth. I am on a roll.




Thursday, October 8, 2009

Project X-Mas meeting after school today! Room 313, from 2:15ish-2:45ish. I am feeling ish.

Gifted English II: Author of the Day is Sylvia Plath, who isn't depressing at all. (Actually, break out the Kleenex.) Afterwards--Antigone review for the amazing Antigone test we are taking tomorrow, and a grammar activity that will blow your mind. Or not.

APees: Bring a pen or pencil, and don't hate. The Mactest does have to be postponed until next week due to fire-related activities that might manifest themselves, say, Friday fifth period, so today we are Macwriting. Yup--you heard it here first. MacDoIt.

Regarding PTSA Parent Night: Thank you so much to all of the parents and students who came and braved my overheated classroom and partook of melted chocolate candies and had to listen to me babble far too quickly about issues far too important to be thus babbled about. (Diagram that sentence if you dare!) It was lovely meeting all of you, and I am so grateful for the opportunity to teach your children. I know this is cheesy (cue wailing violins and orchestra music) but I believe that teaching is a mission and even though I use humor as frequently as possible to convey my message, I do have a message and I want these young people to become independent, thoughtful life-long learners. I really believe that they can accomplish anything given the right push and the necessary tools, and I thank all of you for allowing me the privilege of borrowing them for a few hours each week. (End rant; no applause, really; it's all good.)

Love to all!!!! Go read something!

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Repost from Last Year: Very Nice!

Grammar and Syntax Are Your Friends: Buffalo buffalo!



Check out this cool sentence:

"Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo."

This is a grammatically correct sentence, often used to illustrate how homonyms and homophones can be used in syntax. The sentence describes bison living in Buffalo, New York and how they intimidate each other. This explanation is from Wikipedia but can be found widely on other linguistic sites:

[Those] (Buffalo buffalo) [whom] (Buffalo buffalo buffalo) buffalo (Buffalo buffalo).
[Those] buffalo(es) from Buffalo [that are intimidated by] buffalo(es) from Buffalo intimidate buffalo(es) from Buffalo.

Bison from Buffalo, New York, who are intimidated by other bison in their community also happen to intimidate other bison in their community.

THE buffalo FROM Buffalo WHO ARE buffaloed BY buffalo FROM Buffalo ALSO buffalo THE buffalo FROM Buffalo.
Similar sentences that are quite fun follow:

"Fish fish fish fish fish", which can be read as "Fish(n) (whom) fish(n) fish(v), fish(v) fish(n)", or, "Fish which are fished by fish, fish other fish".

"Peppers pepper peppers pepper pepper." In other words, "Peppers who pepper peppers may also pepper another pepper."


Police police police Police police. Same thing.

See if you can invent one! Good times.

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