Oh Othello, what have you done. Foolishly, Othello put his faith and trust into the wrong person, resulting in his wife’s homicide…by him. There were so many things that Othello could have done. He could have put his love before his reputation, his decision-making before his rashness, almost anything would have been better than killing his wife, then killing himself.
His one true hubris, Othello also trusted Iago when it came to his decisions about Cassio. Not waiting for his second-in-command to explain himself, Othello takes Iago’s subtle hints and fires Cassio.
Trust is the single most important thing in relationships, and because of his lack of trust, Othello destroyed his connections with Desdemona and Cassio. However, trust can also be taken advantage of, as seen with Iago’s relationship with Othello. To trust or not to trust, that is the question.
Recently, my English class did an activity called “Crops and Crows” to analyze our ideas for our big “What If?” Project.
However, instead of killing my ideas and squashing and hopes and dreams, my classmates actually asked questions (as crows) while I answered (as a crop). These series of questions are asked to correct potential flaws before they arise.
For instance, my original idea was to host a food drive at a church on a monthly basis for the needy. However, Rachel brought up the point that the whole thing has been done before and suggested going to a youth center instead.
Our organization is still going to be called “Feed the Need,” but now instead of literally feeding people food, we will be sharing our love. 🙂
Bad ideas that turned out to be not so bad!
A story can make you fall in love.
After all, isn’t that how Desdemona fell in love with Othello? In a lot of ways, Desdemona fell in love with Othello’s words.
Immediately upon reading this scene, I thought of love letters. Sent back and forth between receiver and sender, these letters form an intimate, un-physical relationship. There’s something innocent and pure from falling in love with a person’s words rather than their appearance. Desdemona disregarded the fact that Othello was a dark-skinned man, something her Italian heritage frowned upon, and fell in love with his words and stories rather than his physical appearance.
It goes to show that you cannot fall in love based on looks alone. What’s really beautiful about a person if you cannot connect with them? If you can’t even have a real conversation with them? If you can’t even write them a ten-page letter telling them your thoughts and feelings?
There has always been a soft spot in my heart when I receive handwritten letters. They show me that whoever sent it cared enough about me to take time out of their day to put their thoughts down for me to share with them.
It also helps that I’m a complete sucker getting mail.
Isn’t a hand-written letter or a story told just for you enough to make you smile?
Legend has it that “love locks” that are hooked onto a bridge, a fence, a gate, or anything similar to these structures will grant eternal love to the couple who attached the lock. With initials inscribed and locks attached, couples walk away believing that their love will last as long as the lock does.
A particularly famous site of these “love locks” are found on the Ponte Vecchio Bridge in Florence, Italy. Here, couples used to attach their locks on, then throw the key so that it would rest in the depths of the Arno River for the rest of eternity.
The thought in itself makes me shiver with delight! I love the idea of forever locking your love, declaring it to the world in such a quiet way.
I’m supposed to relate this back to Othello, so I’m going to try and convince you how exactly I did that. The setting of Othello at the beginning of the play is Venice. Since Venice is in Italy, I thought I’d broaden my search to include Florence.
Again, here goes my the romantic part of me raving, but wouldn’t it be sweet to think that when Othello and Desdemona eloped that they made a short stop at the Ponte Vecchio to attach their own lock as a symbol of their endless love?
Now tell me that doesn’t make you smile.