You Have To Admit, Iambic Pentameter Is Catchy!
When I was first put in jail, I searched the library cart for something to read. The TVs were controlled by certain cliques, and just about the only thing they ever played was ESPN (Entertainment and Sports Programming Network). I do not care about sports in the slightest.
Among the stacks of religious books, thirty-year-old and mainly discredited self-help books, and cheap airport paperbacks, I DID manage to find something worth reading: “Hamlet”.
I was sitting on my bunk reading it, and one cellmate saw it.
Cellmate: “What is that?”
Me: “Oh, it’s Hamlet. I know, pretty cheesy, but it’s about the only thing worth reading on the library cart.”
Cellmate: “What’s Hamlet?”
Me: “You know… Hamlet… by Shakespeare.”
Cellmate: “What’s Shakespeare?”
Me: “You’re kidding, right?”
Cellmate: *Completely blank face* “No. What is it?”
Me: “Wow, I’d at least think you’d have heard of him in high school, or through pop culture osmosis or something. He’s only the most well-known writer in the English language.”
Cellmate: “Nah, I usually only know about rap music.”
Me: “Ooookay, hang on…”
I flipped over to the “To be or not to be” soliloquy and read/acted it out for him.
Cellmate: “Wow, that’s pretty cool. I really like that ‘For in that sleep of death what dreams may come’ part the best! Has this guy… What was his name again?”
Me: “…William Shakespeare,”
Cellmate: “Yeah! Has he written any other stuff?”
I was unable to shake the feeling I was being pranked.
Me: “Yeah… He’s written a few things.”
Cellmate: “Cool. I’ll have to look him up. That ‘For in that sleep of death what dreams may come’ part would make a dope rap song!”