So, I’ve recently become high-school-levels of obsessed with the musical Hamilton. At this point I’d pretty much sell a kidney to get to see it, and with the ticket prices and availability being what they are, it may well take that in order to do so. Fortunately, many of my friends share in this fixation, so my constant reblogging isn’t as obnoxious as it might otherwise be.
Take yesterday, for example, when a friend decided to rhapsodize on the lovely repetition in the song “Satisfied”, and I just couldn’t resist from jumping in with a full rhetorical analysis:
There are a lot of reasons I’ve fallen so passionately in love with this musical, but this right here is a big one. The language is just goddamn gorgeous.
It makes you realise how flexible our ability to express ourselves is, how many ways a writer can reveal character and intent. The words themselves are just the half of it — rhythm, structure, patterns and the breaking of them — that makes the rest.