Q11 Englisch: Kreativer Shakespeare Unterricht Fanfiction und tableau vivant
Viele Heldinnen der Weltliteratur werden in den letzten Jahren emanzipiert, indem man kreativ literarische Werke und damit die Schicksale der Protagonistinnen umschreibt. Meist ist es Fanfiction, da die Leser sich nicht mit dem Ende manches Helden abfinden wollen und Alternativen vorschlagen.
So stirbt in Theodor Fontanes Roman Effi Briest die Titelheldin nicht an gebrochenem Herzen und aus Scham, wie es das späte 19. Jahrhundert von ihr erwartete, sondern beschließt in einer modernen Filmadaption ihr Leben in die Hand zu nehmen und mit ihrer Zofe ein selbstbestimmtes Leben als Bibliothekarin in Berlin zu beginnen.
Warum also nicht auch Shakespeares Heldinnen emanzipieren? Was wären Ophelias alternative Möglichkeiten gewesen, wenn sie sich nur gewehrt hätte, gegen die Bevormundung durch ihren Bruder und Vater oder die Tatsache, dass Hamlet sie als Kollateralschaden in seinem Racheplan gegen seinen Onkel opfert? Sie hätte ihr Ende nicht im Mühlbach finden müssen, durch „ihre Kleider, die sich schwer getrunken, hinunterzogen in den schlamm'gen Tod“.
She oughtta have hollered back!
Unter diesem Titel setzten die Schüler des Q11 Englischkurses Ophelias Ablehnung männlicher Bevormundung im Rahmen der Unterrichtseinheit Shakespeare/Hamlet literarisch kreativ um. Einige schrieben einen Brief an den Vater Polonius und baten um Verständnis, andere stellten einen Forderungskatalog auf oder drehten den Spieß um und beklagten die Heuchelei und den Lebensstil der Unterdrücker.
Eine kleine Auswahl der Arbeitsergebnisse des Kurses (Magdalena, Isabelle, Adrian, Marie-Theres, Simon) findet sich hier:
Ophelia hollers back!
ELSINORE CASTLE . Ophelia finally pipes up in our interview and talks with us about her view of things. She pulls her father Polonius and her brother Laertes to pieces in it.
What do you think of the fact that Polonius and Laertes want to judge your relationship with Hamlet?
I will no longer tolerate it. It`s my life, my decisions and I am old enough to decide myself what is good or not good for me. They should mind their own business.
But do you not ask yourself whether there might be truth in the words of your brother and father?
To be honest, no. Hamlet is always friendly and sweet to me. He shows me a lot of tenders of affection and takes care of me. It isn´t possible that this is all a lie. My family has no idea of our relationship and they have the cheek to spread such a nonsense. I don`t know their reasons for that, but they envy me my happiness and this makes me very sad and angry.
Do you know why your family doesn`t trust Hamlet?
They say that he is only in a temporary phase of a hot-blooded youth and that I`m the target of his lust. This is completely ridiculous. I know that isn`t the truth and my family only worry that I might lose my virginity, but I mean, I love him. Where is the problem?! I don`t even begin to understand most of their concerns.
What makes you so confident about that?
One night after I had rejected his letters and denied him access, he stood in my room because he couldn`t cope. He was so mad and bewildered and this showed me how important our relationship is to him. There are no longer doubts from my side that he takes it seriously. The opinion of my father and brother is all the same to me.
Hi lovely people out there,
I just wanted to tell you what happened yesterday, because I really don´t know what to do and I am super angry. As you guys know, Hamlet and I are dating and he is really sweet. He always shows me many tenders of affection, but my brother and my father are taking away the happiness that I feel when I´m with Hamlet.
My brother said many awful things. He said that it would be such a shame if I gave my virginity to Hamlet´s “greedy” hands. Was it a shame when he lost his virginity? No! And by the way, my brother is going to France. He really wants to tell me that he will be all innocent and not break several hearts there? Very funny. I am not a little girl anymore and I know him very well!!! He is like a priest who fails to practice what he preaches.
Then I told my father about it, but all he said was that I would ruin his reputation and he called me a green, innocent, inexperienced girl. Why would I ruin him? It is my life and who would not want to say that their son in law is a prince? Oh and by the way, I am not green and inexperienced. I believe that Hamlet really does love me. And even if I´m wrong and he breaks my heart, I will learn from it. Let me make my own experiences and decisions!!! So my dear family, think about the things you want to say, before you say anything at all. Comment your opinion about this chaos down below and I will answer!! Love, Ophelia <3
my father’s and brother’s behaviour is embarrassing. They think they know everything but in reality, they don't know anything at all. Neither of them has been in love for years, if ever. Not surprising, when you look at them. They are so traditional and boring… and hypocrites! My brother Laertes wastes our money on his lady friends in France and tells us he is studying. When I see my friends on Facebook, I envy them so much, they have a great time, can enjoy their lives and have tolerant families. One of the girls is in love with another girl and her family still supports her. And I’m just in love with a prince and he with me … at least I hope so. Sometimes I just want to run away from home and live in a big city … but where do I get the money. I could work as a model or as an influencer like my great idols. But they will follow me and force me to come back with them to spend the rest of my life as a housewife or as their maid.
Oh! I’m so depressed…
Ophelia hollers back in a WhatsApp message
Even if everything seemed fine to you this morning, I have a lot on my mind...
I'm furious, everyone keeps trying to tell me what to do and what not.
I won't allow you to treat me that way anymore, I'm almost an adult and you still treat me like a toddler.
But that changes from today, I won't listen to anything from you anymore, no more of the rules you made up.
I will decide how freely I walk around outside, or which photos I post on Instagram, I can decide for myself whom I write to and meet in the end.
It's none of your business, and yet you always interfere in my things.
I am a free person, I can love or not love who I want, I can make my own decisions.
And actually, all of this should go without saying, I wish you would respect it, too.
It's ridiculous to text you on WhatsApp, but I can't think of any other way.
You either respect me, me, and the decisions I make as an adult woman, or I will be gone.
My pen pal from America already knows and I could be leaving in a few hours.
This is my ultimatum. Accept it and I'll stay or else, I'll never speak to you again.
Ophelia hollers back
Our father took you too fast onto your ship so I couldn‘t answer you right away, that‘s why I’m texting you.
Your advice regarding Hamlet was the biggest crap I’ve ever heard. I’m old enough to make my own decisions in life, even if you and Dad don‘t believe that because you two still see me as Little Ophelia who needs to be protected from everybody and everything. My whole life I only did one effing thing: making you and Dad happy by doing what you wanted me to, but now these times are definitely over. From now on I will be the master of my fate.
And let me be honest, which girl wouldn‘t like to be the girlfriend of a real prince? You don‘t get a chance like this very often, so you need to take it! And by forbidding me this relationship, you only throw away advantages for our whole family. You will lose contact to he royal family and you can forget about seeing me again. You might want to overthink your words again because the times, my dear brother, they are a- changin‘.
You also said that it might only be a flirtation on Hamlet’s side, but who cares? I’m young and I need to get involved with boys. Many of my peers have a new boy-friend every week. You should be proud of me that I’m not like them, because then you would have real cause for worrying about our family’s reputation… but wait no, you have already ruined that with your frequent trips to France.
Your loving sis Ophelia
Eine weitere Möglichkeit kreativ an Shakespeares Dramen heranzugehen, probierte der Abiturjahrgang 2020 aus: ein tableau vivant (lebendiges Bild). Hier wurde das Originalbild von John Everett Millais aus der Tate Gallery in London zu Ophelias Ende in einem schlammigen Teich zwischen Lochau und Bad Steben nachgestellt.
OPHELIA GOES HAYFEVER
The objective was to reproduce John Everett Millais‘ famous 1851 pre-Raphaelite painting of Ophelia floating like a buoy among the reeds in black and white photography.
In Shakespeare‘s Hamlet, act 4, scene 6 she drowns herself in a surfeit of feeling after having been rejected by Hamlet. Through the ages, the interpretation of her character has gone from neurotic, picturesque madness to the feminist heroine, but we just wanted a few memorable pictures.
In act 4, scene 5, Ophelia loses it and turns up at Elsinore Castle with an armful of weeds: rosemary, pansies, fennel, columbine and rue, each symbolizing the quality of relationship she had with the individual protagonists.
Due to a lack of flora in the adjoining field in Lochau, we just strew our Ophelias with cornflowers after they had stepped into the pond in a nightgown provided by Hannah Rohde‘s great-grandmother. The feeling of half a meter of slimy mud beneath your feet and nosy trouts around you deterred most of the students, but two brave female and three male Ophelias trod bravely in and floated.
“There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream:
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies and long purples
There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds
Clamb‘ring to hang, an envious sliver broke
When down the weedy trophies and herself
Fell into the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,
And mermaid like awhile they bore her up,
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes,
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creatute native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments: heavy with their drink,
Pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.”
We got our pictures thanks to Robin Schaller, who volunteered as a photographer without even being in the course.
What we also got was bouts of hayfever, taking turns outsneezing one another. All for the sake of literature and a love of Shakespeare.