what I'm trying to say is that Shakespeare
invented ghosts.
there may have been ghosts before, apparitions, sorrowful souls, etc.
but what ghost beats the ghost of a father?
Let's see, what can terrify more the woman who slides her finger on the back of the world or the man who ties the laces of her
shoes on a gas cabin in the middle of a downpour that
the ghost of a father wanting to destroy his life?
asking what the flowers ask in winter
demanding what the birds that cross the
Strait of Magellan
whispering yes
revenge yes
Shakespeare yeah
he invented ghosts.
that tower yes
that night yes
that betrayed father poisoned by his own wife
Lying naked then with the still lukewarm cold meat of the former king
now a corpse
lying naked in the arms of another man who to top it off was
esteemed by the dead because: she was his brother.
and Hamlet doubting a lot
Hamlet delving into his princely heart
and all Denmark stealthily fleeing from the silent cry of a specter
fantastic.
then, we know, the first and second industrial revolutions would come.
the wars for American independence.
Railroad Telegraph Fiber Optic Battery Operated Sex Toys
suburban sewers of the most graceful rock and roll.
and Hamlet looking still leaning still
despite the pandemic still of this century that he still drools over it.
elbowed we said in a bar on diagonal 74 in a city
peripheral trying to understand how this woman could
kill a man like that.
Hamlet's ghost is the most aberrant ghost of God.
if we look closely there is an unhappy prince
in each eye no matter what it is
cow eye bee eye female eye male eye
-so much effort to look good to so much gallery morale-
what a barbarian
what the hell guy turned around
all I'm trying to say is that Shakespeare
and that demon island
they invented ghosts.