“The universal appeal of Shakespeare lies in the truth“

While it is embellished by stage, poetry and literary laws, Shakespeare’s universal appeal lies in the truths it articulates. Theatre would be tedious if it were an exact replica of true life and it would be absurd beyond relevance if it were estranged from true life. Shakespeare utilizes the unreal of theatre to deliver his audiences what is real, tricking them into being communicated to the truths that they fear about themselves. Just as Stanislavski outlined that each character must have objectives to drive each action and a super-objective to drive their journey, each text has an objective, and all Shakespeare’s texts align in their super-objective; to critique the human condition and its faults. Human beings will search relentlessly for truth, but will run from it if it becomes apparent. and so the art of Shakespeare’s work is his ability to it to them through tragedy that “is language embellished by each kind of artistic ornament” and made appealing by it.

King Lear, Shakespeare’s most renowned tragedy is removed from the monotony of every day life, and while its arch is manufactured following the rules of Aristotle’s traditional tragedy, ——, it is a play that’s objective is achieved through the presentation of recognizable human flaw. Shakespeare’s use of the tragic hero, Lear, makes apparent

—-blindness, knowledge through suffering, need to be conscious

Romeo and Juliet ?

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By presenting an ugly and painfully — reality, Shakespeare’s Taming of the Shrew may not appeal in a traditional sense but it appeals in the sense that it triggers a reaction within its audience whether that reaction is to find, act on or reinvent truth. While some will argue that

“Isolation breeds a distinct kind of literature”

Isolation does not breed a distinct kind of literature. Isolation breeds literature. The very nature of art is an expression of the human fear of oblivion; it makes permanent what is transient and forges an experiential connection between the isolated and cyclic lives we live. Without isolation, there would be no art. There would be no literature. We are condemned to a life in which we can never know anything but our own— hence the creation of language and the practice of writing literature is merely an attempt to project the internal outwards and have somebody else understand it. It gives us something to tether us to ‘reality’ in our fear that the seemingly profound experience of being alive means nothing.

“Literature evolves through imitation”