Since The Midnight Archives is on hiatus, I have moved to another podcast in the same genre: Shattered Fables. Notably, the Fourth Story/Clever Princess subplot is centre stage and COMPLETELY GUTTED here, as a critique of courtly/intellectual society and analyzing this character's strengths and flaws, hinting that she may be neurodivergent (like Yours Truly) being a collection of data, but not integrated or experienced... and adding the what if...? her silver-tongued prince were actually a dishonest psychopath ready to betray her once he won her over - like Hans in Frozen - or mind-controlled by such a psychopath - like Othello, by Iago -, Andersen gives his subplot a happy ending, but peel the paint and discover what could have been!
the world of intellect and society represented by the prince and the princess.sábado, 17 de enero de 2026
SHATTERED FABLES - TSQ-IV (AND FROZEN AND OTHELLO)
miércoles, 26 de noviembre de 2025
IAGO, THE DARK LORD (Mythos of Autumn, N. Frye)
(From Northrop Frye's The Mythos of Autumn, his theory of tragedy)
A tragic counterpart to the vice or tricky slave may be discerned in the soothsayer or prophet who foresees the inevitable end, or more of it than the hero does, like Teiresias. A closer example is the Machiavellian villain of Elizabethan drama, who, like the vice in comedy, is a convenient catalyzer of the action because he requires the minimum of motivation, being a self-starting principle of malevolence. Like the comic vice, too, he is something of an architectus or projection of the author's will, in this case for a tragic conclusion. " I limned this night-piece," says Webster's Lodovico, "and it was my best." Iago dominates the action of Othello almost to the point of being a tragic counterpart to the black king or evil magician of romance (epic). (The term "black king" by Frye equals what we now call "Dark Lord" ie your Saurons, your Voldemorts, your Palpatines, etc.) The affinities of the Machiavellian villain with the diabolical are naturally close, and he may be an actual devil like Mephistopheles (in Faust), but the sense of awfulness belonging to an agent of catastrophe can also make him something more like the high priest of a sacrifice (Northrop Frye).
Frye gives here much food for thought about the Machiavellian villains of tragedy, of which Iago is the prototype:
- Machiavellian villain as convenient catalyst of the action because he requires the minimum of motivation, being a self-starting principle of malevolence (compare Loki in Norse myths or Satan in Paradise Lost)
- Machiavellian villain as the tragic, autumnal counterpart to the Dark Lord (black king, in Frye's terms) of epic, the Mythos of Summer: Iago dominates the action to the point of being a tragic counterpart to Voldemort or Palpatine (Ian McDiarmid, Palpatine's actor, was inspired by Iago!)
- Machiavellian villain's affinity with the demonic / infernal - he may be literally demonic, like Mephisto (Iago uses a lot of infernal imagery, that he spreads to Othello)
- Machiavellian villain as agent of catastrophe, with a sense of awfulness (inspiring awe), similar to a high priest
- Machiavellian villain as architectus or projection of the author's will (Iago of Shakespeare's, Satan of Milton's, Mephisto of Goethe's). In a sense, the Machiavellian villain is an avatar of the author (though a different, more sinister kind of avatar than Rohan Kishibe, Jo March, or Hermione Granger).
jueves, 23 de octubre de 2025
WE SHOULD TALK ABOUT IAGO (GO, GO, GO)
WE SHOULD TALK ABOUT IAGO (GO, GO, GO)
A Filk by Sandra Dermark
written the 23rd of October, 2025
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DESDEMONA (GHOST):
We should talk about Iago, go, go, go
We should talk about Iago
For...
It was my wedding day
OTHELLO (GHOST):
It was our wedding
DESDEMONA (GHOST):
We were getting ready and there wasn't a cloud in the sky
OTHELLO (GHOST):
No clouds allowed in the sky
DESDEMONA (GHOST)
Iago walks in, with a mischievous grin
OTHELLO (GHOST):
Thunder!!!
DESDEMONA (GHOST)
You're telling the story, or am I?
OTHELLO (GHOST):
I'm sorry, my darling, go on...
DESDEMONA (GHOST):
Iago says it looks like strife
OTHELLO (GHOST)
Why did he tell us?
DESDEMONA (GHOST):
In doing so, it cuts like a knife
OTHELLO (GHOST):
And I'm one of those clingy fellows...
DESDEMONA (GHOST)
My spouse wound up taking my life!
OTHELLO (GHOST)
What a tragic day, but anyway
we don't talk about Iago!
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EMILIA:
Grew to live in fear of Iago's plotting and his scheming
I could always hear him sorta not exactly seeming
I associate him with the sound of hissing snakes
hss, hss, hss,
It's a heavy lift, with him always teaming
Always kept everyone of their nightmares dreaming
grappling with intrigues when he your psyche overtakes
Do you have what it takes?
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SHAKESPEARE:
An icy blue gaze, dagger at his side,
when he's got you fazed, you can't fight the tide
yes, he sees your worst dreams and feasts on your screams...
EVERYONE:
We don't talk about Iago!
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RODERIGO (GHOST):
He told me my girl would leave,
the next day, wed!
CASSIO:
He told me I'd lose my rank,
and that's what he said!
EVERYONE:
That's what he said!
OTHELLO (GHOST):
He told me my wife would be unfaithful
and thus, now we're both dead...
EVERYONE:
Your fate is sealed,
and your world turned on its head!
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CASSIO:
He told me that the life of my dreams
would be promised and someday be mine
He told me that I'd reclaim the rank
that I'd lost drinking much punch and wine
EMILIA:
Listen, Iago's on his way...
RODERIGO (GHOST):
He told me that the girl of my dreams
would be just out of reach,
she'd marry another...
Like I can hear him now...
CASSIO:
Hey you,
I want not a sound out of you!
EMILIA:
Go Iago,
Go, no go go Iago,
I really need to know about Iago,
give me the truth, and the whole truth, Iago!
LUDOVICO:
Desdemona, your boyfriend's here!
EVERYONE:
Time for supper!
(Everyone sings their parts in a madrigal)
We should talk about Iago, go go go
We should talk about Iago!
sábado, 12 de abril de 2025
VERDI'S OTELLO IN THE LEGEND OF HOLLY CLAUS
She lifted her chin defiantly and changed the subject. “What are we hearing tonight?”
“Otello.” He shrugged. “Not quite as cheerful an evening as I had hoped, though de Reszke is sure to be good.”
Holly turned to him, delighted. “But this is wonderful!” she exclaimed.
“I have always longed to hear one of Maestro Verdi’s operas! And they say this is among his greatest!”
He looked at her alertly. “Where do you come from, child? How is it that you know of Verdi, but have never heard even one of his operas? The old man’s written such a pile of them; they would seem unavoidable.”
“Where I come from—” stammered Holly, blushing a little as she tried to find words. “It’s very—very—forested, and there aren’t any opera houses.” She lifted her eyes to his and realized with surprise that he didn’t believe her and he didn’t care. His mouth was stretched into an odd smile.
He turned his head away and said, very softly, “Oh, how I am going to enjoy this evening.”
“And so am I,” said Holly.
It was all so grand. The humming crowd, the ladies like gauzy butterflies, the lavish golden ceiling where muses wafted on gilded clouds, the whole bubbling world of it entered her blood like champagne.
Catching sight of the most majestic of all the society queens, she leaned forward to touch Mr. Hartman’s arm. “Look at her! Is that a belt of diamonds?” she whispered. “She can’t possibly breathe!”
Secretively she looked in his direction, distracted by the sight of him removing a pair of opera glasses from the pocket of his evening jacket. He sat back in his seat, obviously prepared to enjoy the opera. She realized with relief and regret that he had not seen her. After a short internal struggle, she lifted her head.
Soon she had forgotten everything but the music. The story of Othello and Desdemona unfolded, and Holly was lost in the inexorable tide of the characters’ fates, watching with fascinated horror as the heart of Othello was dismantled by Iago for the sport of it. So intent was Holly upon the tragedy before her that the intermission, when it came, seemed a rude interruption. She looked around hazily, and Hunter Hartman, whose interest in the proceedings onstage appeared to be limited, smiled at her confusion.
“Do you care to take a turn in the lobby? Or shall I bring you an ice?”
“Oh no!” said Holly vehemently “I don’t want anything but for it to begin again! It’s wonderful! Aren’t the voices beautiful?”
“No. You are.”
She ignored him and stared at the dropped curtain. “I never imagined it would be so exciting,” she murmured. “It makes me shiver.” She held up a trembling hand.
Her relief, however, was short-lived; from then on the terrible descent of Othello was almost more than she could stand. When the villain ground the fallen hero under his heel, Holly had to tear her eyes away. She glanced at her boxmate. He was more absorbed in this spectacle than in any other the opera had provided, and he seemed to know the music well, for he swayed in time to Iago’s taunts.
The last mournful strains of song finished, and the house erupted into crashing applause. Holly, clapping fervently, stole another look at the nearby box. It was empty.
It was a small world, the one that glittered so brightly. The same elegant women and men who had occupied the boxes of the opera house now swept toward the cream and gold brocade seats of Delmonico’s. They stopped to chat here and there, leaning confidentially down to receive or dispense gossip, laughing in low voices, extending a well-kept hand in greeting.
martes, 22 de agosto de 2023
VICTOR HUGO ON OTHELLO
#OthElokuu
Victor Hugo - Excerpt from William Shakespeare
Translated by Sandra Dermark
22nd of August, MMXXIII
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Who or what is Othello? A beautiful fatal figure! Othello is the darkness of night. This darkness loves the light of day. That is why the Moor loves the fair Desdemona. She is the light and the madness of Othello. How easy it is for him to be jealous! Othello is great, august, he has for an entourage bravery in battle, banners, clangour, fame, glory, and the splendour of one hundred battles... But his skin is dark. And how easy it is for the hero to become a savage monster! How easy for darkness and death to understand one another!
By the side of Othello, the darkness of night, we have Iago, who is Evil. Evil is another form of darkness. The night is only the darkness of Earth, but Evil IS the darkness of the spirit. What darkness that which is sired by wickedness and lies! Isn't it the same to let black ink flow on the page or to let black treachery course through one's veins? Whoever has seen pretenses and wickedness from up close knows. One walks carefully with a liar. Pour out hypocrisy at the crack of dawn, and you will surely blot out the Sun. That has happened to God with corruption of the various Churches.
Iago, by Othello's side, is the chasm by the slippery slope. "Here," whispers the snare set to blindness. The wicked shows the path to the black. Deception is in charge of giving the light that fails to darkness. Jealousy has lies for pathfinders. What a terrible spectacle to behold the dark Othello and the traitor Iago fighting whiteness and purity! The two incarnations of the eclipse conspire, one of them roaring and the other smiling, in order to attain the tragic disappearance of the light.
Othello is the darkness of night. Probe these depths. Being the darkness of night and wanting to kill, what is his weapon of choice? Poison, morningstar, axe, blade? No, it's the PILLOW. To kill is to put to sleep. Maybe Shakespeare himself was not aware of what he did. Such IS the force and such the reality of character types, that their creator gets carried away by them. And thus, Desdemona, united to the darkness-man, dies stifled by the pillow in which she received both his first kiss and her last dying breath.
domingo, 30 de abril de 2023
MY FAVOURITE QUOTES FROM LITERATURE
MY FAVOURITE QUOTES FROM LITERATURE
On reading:
"A reader lives a thousand lives before dying. The one who has never read lives only one."
Jojen Reed (by George R.R. Martin)
On waiting:
"Pleasure and action make the hours seem short."
Iago (by William Shakespeare)
On phobias:
"A phobia is a silliness you can’t control and it is a very frightening thing to have."
Eva Ibbotson
On casuality:
"No one can escape being blown about by the winds of change and chance."
Jethro (High Priest of Midian)
On first impressions:
“I don't know if you've ever noticed this, but first impressions are often entirely wrong.”
Lemony Snicket
On how to commence a story:
"All right, let us begin; and when we have reached the end of our story, we shall know so much more than we already know!"
H.C. Andersen
On altered states:
"The best of life is but intoxication."
Lord Byron
On translation:
"Without translation, we would inhabit parishes bordering on silence; only in the imperfection of translation can art and thought truly manifest."
George Steiner
domingo, 23 de abril de 2023
SOME SNIPPETS OF MANGA SHAKESPEARE - OTHELLO
As I promised, the snippets of Ryuta Osada's Othello (grabbed in Norway in my teens) for Shakespeare Day this year!
For maybe my wife had an affair...
Thar Joker-like face of Iago's contrasting with Othello's and Desdemona's serenity in death. THE END.