How TO BE Hamlet

                              This is I, Hamlet the Dane!                              

Covered in earth, where my father's body is interred.

Glitter/confetti from the incestuous wedding ceremony.

A beer can. A DRINK, perhaps? I sense foreshadowing.

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, quit poking and prodding my business.

                                En garde. FIGHT ME Laertes!                             

Now put THAT on your postcards Shaubühne!

Shout out to my buddy Horatio (Erin) for these snazzy pics.