hey btw since i'm already cancelled on here anyway and so have nothing to lose just gonna drop this take and then never post here again.
one of the most satisfying feelings is when you're watching a programme filmed in front of a live audience, and they do one of those routines where they string a gag out for deliberately too long, and when the gag finally ends you get to hear the audience erupt in applause.
imagine being some yeoman's daughter in the 1580s and the nobleman's son sends a post boy with this letter because he saw the squire boy buying you a ticket to the latest kit marlowe play but when he'd offered to buy you one you said you were busy seeing a bear baiting that day.
It's funny that Greensleeves is thought of as a really romantic song because most people just know the beautiful tune and first three words of the lyrics ("alas, my love..."), but the actual lyrics are just the Elizabethan equivalent to an incel anthem.
samuel beckett is often considered an absurdist, but i've always viewed his work as more surrealist than absurdist. absurdism tends to have plots that, while bizarre, can be described, at least on a literal level, without much difficulty. most of beckett's stuff can't be.
