HamletMachine Storyboards

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Frame #2		I was Hamlet...
Frame #3		I stood at the shore and talked with the surf BLABLA
Frame #4		WHO IS THE CORPSE IN THE HEARSE / ABOUT WHOM THERE'S SUCH A HUE AND CRY / 'TIS THE CORPSE OF A GREAT / GIVER OF ALMS
Frame #5		I laid down on the ground and listened to the world doing its turns in step with the putrefaction.
Frame #6		I'M GOOD HAMLET GI'ME A CAUSE FOR GRIEF* AH THE WHOLE GLOBE FOR A REAL SORROW* SOMETHING IS ROTTEN IN THIS AGE OF HOPE
Frame #7		Women should be sewed up: a world without mothers. We could butcher in peace and quiet, and with some confidence, if life gets too long through us or our throats too tight for our screams.
Frame #8		Enters Horatio. Confident of all my thoughts so full of blood since the morning is curtained by the empty sky. YOU'LL BE TOO LATE MY FRIEND FOR YOUR PAYCHECK / NO PART FOR YOU IN THIS MY TRAGEDY.
Frame #9		Do you want to play Polonius who wants to sleep with his daughter, the delightful Ophelia, here she enters right on cue, look how she shakes her ass, a tragic character.
Frame #10		My mother the bride. Her breasts a rosebud, her womb the snakepit. Have you forgotten your lines, Mama. I'll prompt you. WIPE THE MURDER OFF YOUR FACE MY PRINCE / AND OFFER THE NEW DENMARK YOUR GLAD EYE. I'll change you back into a virgin mother, so your king will have a bloodwedding.
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Frame #12		I am Ophelia. The one the river didn't keep. The woman dangling from the rope. The woman with her arteries cut open. The woman with the overdose. SNOW ON HER LIPS. The woman with her head in the gas stove. Yesterday I stopped killing myself.
Frame #13		I wrench the clock that was my heart out of my breast. I walk into the street clothed In my blood.
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Frame #15		The university of the dead. Whispering and muttering. From their gravestones (lecterns) the dead philosophers throw their books at HAMLET.
Frame #16		Gallery (ballet) of the dead women. The woman dangling from the rope. The woman with her arteries cut open... etc. HAMLET views them with the attitude of a visitor in a museum (theatre).
Frame #17		OPHELIA: Do you want to eat my heart, Hamlet? (Laughs.) HAMLET: (Face in his hands.) I want to be a woman.
Frame #18		What thou killed thou shalt love.
Frame #19		The breast cancer radiates like a sun.
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Frame #21		HAMLET: The stove is smoking in quarrelsome October A BAD COLD HE HAD OF IT JUST THE WORST TIME* JUST THE WORST TIME OF THE YEAR FOR A REVOLUTION* Cement in bloom walks through the slums
Frame #22		Doctor Zhivago weeps For his wolves SOMETIMES IN WINTER THEY CAME INTO THE VILLAGE AND TORE APART A PEASANT
Frame #23		I'm not Hamlet. I don't take part anymore. My words have nothing to tell me anymore.
Frame #24		Behind me the set is put up. By people who aren't interested in my drama, for people to whom it means nothing. I'm not interested in it anymore either. I won't play along anymore.
Frame #25		My place, if my drama would still happen, would be on both sides of the front, between the frontlines, over and above them.
Frame #26		In the solitude of airports I breathe again I am A privileged person My nausea Is a privilege Protected by torture Barbed wire Prisons
Frame #27		Somewhere bodies are opened so I can be alone with my blood. My thoughts are lesions in my brain. My brain is a scar. I want to be a machine. Arms for grabbing Legs to walk on, no pain no thoughts.
Frame #28		THE MAIN POINT IS TO OVERTHROW ALL EXISTING CONDITIONS...*
Frame #29		SHORTLY ERE THE THIRD COCK'S CROW A CLOWN WILL TEAR THE FOOL'S CAP OFF THE PHILOSOPHER A BLOATED BLOODHOUND'LL CRAWL INTO THE ARMOR
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Frame #31		The deep sea. OPHELIA in a wheelchair. Fish, Debris, Dead bodies and limbs drift by.
Frame #32		Down with the happiness of submission. Long live hate and contempt, rebellion and death. When she walks through your bedrooms carrying butcher knives you'll know the truth.