Macbeth Creative Essay

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  • Topic: Macbeth, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Lady Macduff
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Lady Macbeth: Hello, Everyone. Gee, I never thought that I’d be here. I never really saw this as a problem, you see. Just a little nudging here and there.. I thought it was common among spouses*breaks down in tears* Group Councilor stands: There there, it’s alright. Why don’t you just start from the beginning and take your time. If it gets too uncomfortable, you may stop at any time. Is that alright? LM: Yes, thank you. I suppose I should come right out and say it. I’m.. I’m… a pusher Macbeth: *scoff*

LM: *glare* It didn’t appear to be much of a problem, really. I simply motivate people who are suited to do things, but lack the motivation. It started off slow. Things were quite pleasant when I married Darrell. What? Everybody has to have a first name. Do you think I go cavorting around calling by his last name like everybody else? “Oi, Macbeth, come have some mead at the pub! Yer old lady won’t mind, she’s got mending to do! Busting out of all yer pants gives her a lot of werk to do, don’t it, ya fat lug?!” Yes… very amusing, Porter. We get it, you went through a very dark phase in college, there’s no need to pretend that you’re keeping the gates of hell every Friday night, and I- GC: Maybe we should continue on?

LM: Yes.. quite. Well, I’ll say one thing. It was awfully uncomfortable seeing all the people that I inadvertently had slaughtered when I finally died…

When reading Shakespeare, it requires a great deal of patience, understanding, and restraint to never wonder why these people don’t speak in an ordinary tone, or at least had the stories adapted to fit a younger and hipper crowd. Subliminal themes of guilt, supernatural forces, fear, honor, and personal responsibility are highbrow topics to discuss; throw in the element of Shakespearian English, and you’ve got yourself a booked weekend with No Fear Shakespeare. Luckily, you all have us, and we have Spark notes. So in a happy little nutshell container, here is what we’re going to do; we put the story line into modern text, and then set it in a non-hostile environment where everyone can talk about their problems without fear of being judged… A group therapy session in Limbo, post mortem of course. This is Macbeth: An epic tale of Hags, C Sections, and Hallucinogenics.

LM: I suppose I was proud of Darrell when he defeated those armies with Banquo. It seemed as if our marriage was finally starting to turn around. You see, when I was among the living, I had doubts about the union that Darrell and I shared. He stayed out late at night, came home smelling like goats besides our own.. he didn’t even enjoy sneaking a peak under my hair net anymore.. Not that I was too involved in the marriage, either. My mother’s voice always seemed to be echoing in my head, “That furniture salesman from Thames.. You should have married that furniture salesman from Thames. I want grandbabies before I die, Peggy!” I always enjoyed my phone calls with Mother.. I always wanted a large castle, though. Big moat for the alligators. They ARE lacking any room to swim.. Chamber maids, Tapestries.. All I wanted was the life that I knew I deserved, but he wouldn’t give to me. MB: I had done it once again; a victory, and one step up the ladder to becoming the king. I’d been biding my time, shining my armor. I’d always played the game fair. Kept my nose clean. Sure, the boys would have me down to the tavern for a cup of mead or two on a Friday night, and who was I to say no? Peg took no interest in me anymore. She was so proud when we got married. Though, over time, she seemed less and less proud. It was like she expected me to have accomplished a whole lot more by this point; like I’d failed her somehow. At any rate, I gathered up my platoon one weekend, and my comrade Banquo, and we laid siege to this dinky set up in the hills. They had been giving trouble to our rural subjects. When we returned, though.. These old crusty women were waiting for us. That old saying about a man starved while...
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