#anyway. hes blorbo from my german classics
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me: yeah, i like this character a lot, especially their monologues
also me whenever that character opens their mouth: shut up. shut the fuck up. who asked
#this is about hamlet and franz von moor thank you#tragic: no one in my drama class can appreciate franz#i mean. hes an asshole. and his mental health issues dont justify his actions#but hes neglected by his father. always compared to his genius handsome brother karl. told that hes ugly and dumb and will die and#be forgotten#and then he decides to get back at karl and his father but in the process he just drowns in his own shit#he has a monologue about it. how all humans are is morass. (his surname meaning bog/swamp. btw. smth smth sinking in his own morass)#and in the end after he realises hes thrown all humanity overboard he kills himself so he wont submit to heaven#and the entire play hes incredibly bitchy. and cringy. and he talks A Lot#yes he was disgusting towards amalia. im not trying to defend that. i mean amalia had the upper hand in All of their interactions#but still. that was incel behavior and cant be excused#but i am so fucking obsessed with this guy and the deterioration of his mental state#which no one but me seems to be able to appreciate or even see. like come on#anyway. hes blorbo from my german classics#hamlet#franz von moor
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I'm back with another aria! (Sorry, I think my opera singer is peeking through... actually no, I'm not sorry about that at all). You gave me permission to come at you with classical music, so here we are >:)
This one needs a translation, so this ask going to be rather long. Also, I feel like I should provide context, because it's too funny if you think about it long enough/too long.
So, the aria is Agathe's scene/aria "Wie nahte mir der Schlummer ... Leise, leise" from Der Freischütz by Carl Maria von Weber. It’s in German, so here is my best attempt at a translation of the weird ass grammar in this aria (I'll add a short summary of the opera afterwards, there definitely is a 1941 thing going on here):
How did slumber approach me before I saw him.
Yes, love tends to go hand in hand with grief. Does the moon laugh (as in shine) over his path? What a beautiful night!
Softly, softly, my devout tune, fly up towards the circle of stars. Song, resound, celebrating my prayer may waft to the heavenly hall.
Oh, how bright the golden stars! With what pure light they glow! Only there, by the distant mountains, a storm seems to be brewing. There, by the forest, a host of dark clouds is floating, dull and heavy.
To you I turn my hands, Lord without beginning and without end. To protect us from dangers, send your angelic hosts!
Everything is at rest. Beloved friend, why do you delay? Even if my ear eagerly listens, only the pine is rustling. Only the birch's leaves in the grove whisper through the serene silence. Only nightingale and cricket seem to enjoy the night air.
But how? Is my ear not deceiving me? There, it sounds like footsteps, there from amidst the pines, something emerges - It's him! The flag of love may stream! Your girl is awake even in the night!
He doesn't seem to see me yet.
God, if the moonlight doesn't deceive me, flowers adorn his hat! Certainly! He did the best shot! That means good fortune for tomorrow!
Oh, sweet hope! Newly revived courage!
All my pulses beat, and the heart is beating brashly, sweetly delighted towards him!
Is it not deceit? Is it not delusion? Heaven, accept the tears of gratefulness for this favour of hope!
And here is the promised summary:
Agathe is the forester's daughter. She and Max are engaged, but he is only allowed to marry her if he wins a shooting contest to prove that he is capable of taking over her father's business. He's a good marksman, but lately, he's been too nervous to land his shots (yes, this opera can be read as a metaphor for erectile dysfunction. No, I did not make that up). So, he strikes a deal with a demon, Samael: he gets seven bullets that will always find their target.
The catch Samael doesn't tell him about: the first six will hit whatever Max wants them to. The seventh one though will hit what Samael chooses.
The next day, the day of the contest, arrives, and Max wins. With only one bullet left, he wants to shoot a dove in celebration. However, Samael chooses Agathe as his target. But, by the power of being a Good Girl (tm), she miraculously escapes (no, I did not make that up, either. She's literally too good and too pious to be hit by the devil's bullet. Also she got a blessing from a hermit).
In the end, the hermit appears and tells her dad to stop it with the contests, poor boy was so under pressure he literally couldn't shoot without help from the devil. And it was a dumb tradition, anyway.
Max and Agathe are allowed to marry, everyone's happy, the end.
The aria is set while Max is in the woods making his deal with Samael. Agathe sits at home, waiting for him, because he said he'd go practice and then come back and visit her.
Have fun with this one!
Don’t know about that summary and it is literally about other blorbos BUT lyrics wise this serves up all the good gomens flavour like heaven lord even a nightingale, the pining’s real good, i suppose the bullet thing is 1941-ish, excellent submission overall!
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