Once again, there are some slight spoilerinos coming below, so I’ll do a little preventative blather up here so that they don’t appear all squished in the feed.
After seeing this movie on Saturday, I’ve been on a little kick researching this whole question of Shakespeare’s authorship. It’s a fascinating question, and although I’m new to all the arguments, I do find some of them infuriating, especially one of the most common – that Shakespeare had only a grammar school education, which couldn’t possibly account for the breadth of his knowledge. I hate this argument; while I would never be one to downplay the importance of education, I think it’s clear enough that whoever wrote these plays was a genius, to a level that no level of education could be responsible for. I could go to school every single day with the great masters of my time, for the rest of my life, and not write Hamlet. On the flipside, someone with only a few months of formal education went on to, oh, invent the electric lightbulb, although Edison was probably just a front for someone too, amiright? Anyhoo, you’ll see if you watch the movie that it’s not so much interested in making a case as it is illustrating a hypothetical – to me it felt the same as watching a movie that posited the scenario that JFK was shot by alien strippers, and then proceeded to illustrate what that would have looked like. But the whole thing is certainly an interesting google.
Alright, blathering done, finally the aristocrat who secretly writes all my haiku has provided me with the latest, and here they are:
The Earl of Oxford
A heavy hand with genius
And with guyliner.
You can’t tell which sons are yours?
A hint: THE REDHEADS.
Technical question –
Can someone who can read not write?
For real, I’m asking.
In any era
Seek the most tormented lot,
And find the writers.
Duncan’s first night chez Macbeth
Was more fun than you.