Shakespeare`s
Macbeth has haunted me all my life. I first studied it in 1973 for my
English Literature “O” level. It cropped up again when I was
studying Literature and Philosophy some 5 years ago. Its a long time
between being 15 and being 58. Yet the play speaks to me in so many
layered and significant ways Those 43+ years between have shown me
the fragility, the weakness, the disturbance, the shadow, the fear
and the dispair that can exist within us all. I have seen all those
features of the Play wherever I have been. I have seen the characters
from Macbeth in the places I have worked , in the political campaigns
and political parties that I have been involved with and with
individuals and outlooks I have come across.. I have felt the dispair
myself at times. At 15 these words struck me and at times the barb
has been deeper
“To-morrow,
and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
The
ambition, the ruthlessness, the bullying I have seen it all. Lady
Macbeth is in all of us. Her ambition hides the emptiness she feels
and we cope with those times by creating the Lady Macbeth Character.
We deny it but it is there
“Glamis
thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be
What thou art promis'd. Yet do I fear thy nature,
It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way. “
What thou art promis'd. Yet do I fear thy nature,
It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way. “
We
rationalise , we hide from ourselves, we say what is done is done and
yet we know iotherwiseHow now,
“my
lord, why do you keep alone,
Of sorriest fancies your companions making,
Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
With them they think on? Things without all remedy
Should be without regard: what's done, is done.”
Of sorriest fancies your companions making,
Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
With them they think on? Things without all remedy
Should be without regard: what's done, is done.”
Ambition,
allows us to drive ourselves on, Simon Danczuk had become the
witchfinder and fought with monsters in the abyss. The problem was
that the monsters fought back and the abyss looked into him. The
realisation that we are all broken, all imperfect frightens us. If we
turn into Crusaders fearing and hunting the devil within we hide from
our inner fears.
“Stars,
hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.”
You
can see this in the monstrous ego of Trump. You can see it in Farage
and I wonder if in five years time we will see the destruction of
Farage, Gove and Johnson , their reputation destroyed by the
unveiling of Brexit implications as powerfully as Iraq destroyed Tony
Blair. The jury is out let us see the unforeseen black swans landing
in the years to come. In 2016 the implications of globalisation
destroy the incomes of the 75th to 90th percentile of
incomes around the world
This
was the group who left education at 16, did not attend further
education and are who flocked to Trump and Farage This is now the
group feeding the popular Right across Europe and North America
They
will become Electoral fodder for the Macbeths to be and the Banquos
to be murdered. Unless the neo-liberal elite end the right accept a
globalisation that is based on income equality and equal access to
power I fear that the tumbrils will be oiled and wheeled out.
As
for me I cant get the words of T. S Eliot s third verse of the
Journey of the Magi out of my mind ..perhaps its merely that its
early January but I dont know......
“We
returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods”
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods”
Let
me conclude with another two quotes.
'Oh,
it is easy for the one who stands outside the prison-wall of pain to
exhort and teach the one who suffers” Aeschylus,Prometheus
Bound
“But the worst enemy you can meet will always be yourself; you lie in wait for yourself in caverns and forests. Lonely one, you are going the way to yourself! And your way goes past yourself, and past your seven devils! You will be a heretic to yourself and witch and soothsayer and fool and doubter and unholy one and villain. You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame: how could you become new, if you had not first become ashes?”
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
“But the worst enemy you can meet will always be yourself; you lie in wait for yourself in caverns and forests. Lonely one, you are going the way to yourself! And your way goes past yourself, and past your seven devils! You will be a heretic to yourself and witch and soothsayer and fool and doubter and unholy one and villain. You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame: how could you become new, if you had not first become ashes?”
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
Macbeth
tells us of the human condition, it describes the worst we can become
and it is important, frightening and illuminating what it tells me of
others and myself. Particularly of the political world and the
menagerie of individuals we meet there. There are monsters out
there.......
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