A New Years Eve Tribute IF ONE COULD BUT PAINT HIS MIND Who is it?

A New Years Eve Tribute IF ONE COULD BUT PAINT HIS MIND Who is it?

These lines of praise are from those who knew him except Shelly and no word altered by me. ERL (2009)

If one but could paint his mind Hilliard his portrait painter (1576)

Thy bounty and the beauty of thy wit John Davies (1610)

But none who hath so astonished me and, as it were, ravished my senses, to see so many and so great parts which in other men were wont to be incompatible, united, and in that eminent degree in one sole person Toby Mathews (1617)

… a muse more rare than the nine Muses. Samuel Collins (1626) Eleg

And thy whole tongue is moist with celestial nectar!
How well combinest thou merry wit with silent gravity!
How firmly thy love stands by those once admitted to it Thomas Champon (1619)

Hail, happy genius of this ancient pile! How comes it all things so about thee smile? The fire, the wine, the men! and in the midst, Thou stand’st as if some mystery thou did’st! Ben Jonson, (1621)

The very nerve of genius, the marrow of persuasion, the golden stream of eloquence, the precious gem of concealed literature – R. C., T. C. (1626) Elegy

You have filled the world with your writings, and the ages with your fame C.D. (1626)

… extensive is art, how contracted is life, how everlasting fame; he who was in our sphere the brilliant Light-Bearer, and trod great paths of glory, passes, and fixed in his own orb shines refulgent Anon (1626) Elegy

The day-star of the Muses has set before his hour! Anon (1626) Elegy

But he dispelled also the darkness which murky antiquity and blear-eyed old age of former times had brought about; and his super-human sagacity instituted new methods and tore away the labyrinthine windings, but gave us his own Thomas Randolf (1626) Elegy

Break pens, tear up writings, if the dire goddesses may justly act so. Alas! what a tongue is mute! what eloquence ceases! Whither have departed the nectar and ambrosia of your genius John Williams (1626) Elegy

Ah, the tenth muse and glory of the choir has perished. Ah, never before has Apollo himself been truly unhappy! Anon (1626) Elegy

Supreme both in eloquence and writing, under every head renowned Anon (1626) Elegy

For if venerable Virtue and the wreaths of wisdom make an ancient, you were older than Nestor Gawen Nash (1626) Elegy

Think you, foolish traveller, that the leader of the choir of the muses and of Phoebus is interred in cold marble? Away, you are deceived. The Verulamium star now glitters in ruddy Olympus Anon (1626) Elegy

… but your fame adheres not to sculptured columns, nor is read on the tomb, ‘Stay, traveller, your steps’ Thomas Vincent (1626) Elegy

If any progeny recalls their sire, not of the body is it, but born, so to speak, of the brain, as Minerva’s from Jove’s Thomas Vincent (1626) Elegy

to true nobility, and tryde learning, beholden To no Mountaine for Eminence, nor supportment for height … Thomas Powell, Dedication, Attourney’s Academy (1630)

No man ever spake more neatly, more pressly, more weightily, or suffered less emptiness, less idleness, in what he uttered. His hearers could not cough or look aside from him without loss. He commanded where he spoke … No man had their affections more in his power.

In short, within his view, and about his times, were all the wits born that could honour a language, or help study. So that he may be named and stand as the mark and acme of our language…

But I have and do reverence him for the greatness that was only proper to himself, in that he seemed to me ever, by his work, one of the greatest men and most worthy of admiration that had been in many ages. … I ever prayed that God would give him strength: for greatness he could not want. Neither could I condole in a word or syllable for him, as knowing no accident could do harm to virtue, but rather help to make it manifest. Ben Jonson, Discoveries (1641), p 102.

… of many wise and worthy persons of our times; as Sir Philip Sydney, Sir Fra. Bacon, Cardinal Perron, the ablest of his countrymen, and the former Pope who, they say, instead of the triple crown wore sometimes the poet’s ivy as an ornament perhaps of lesser weight and trouble. But Madam, these Nightingales sung only in the Spring, it was the diversion of their youth. Preface to Waller’s Poems (164.5.

(he)…was a creature of incomparable abilities of mind, of a sharp and catching apprehension, large and faithful memory, plentiful and sprouting invention, deep and solid judgement, for as such as might concern the understanding part. A man so rare in knowledge, of so many several kinds endued with the facility and felicity of expressing it in all so elegant, significant, so abundant, and yet so choice and ravishing a way of words, of metaphors and allusions as, perhaps, the world hath not seen, since it was a world. Tobie Matthew, Preface to his Collection of Letters (published 1660).

And those who have true skill in the works of the Lord Verulam, like great masters in painting, can tell by the design, the strength, the way of colouring, whether he was the author of this or the other piece, though his name be not to it. Archbishop Tenison Baconiana or Certaine Genuine Remains of Sir Francis Bacon (1679)

He carried himself with such sweetness comity and generosity that he was much revered and beloved by the readers and gentlemen of the house … Children he had none … yet he bade other issues to perpetrate his name, the issues in his brain … Neither did the want of children detract from his good usage of his consort during the intermarriage whom he prosecuted with much conjugical love and respect Rawley A Short History of Sir Francis Bacon.

His language has a sweet and majectic rythm, which satisfies ths sense, no less than the almost superhuman wisdome of his philophy satisfies the intelect Percy Byshe Shelly

The More They Talk the Better Bacon Looks

Book report for Bill Bryson's Shakespeare "When we reflect upon the works of William Shakespeare it is of course an amazement to consider that one man could have produced such a sumptuous, wise, varied, thrilling, ever delighting, body of work, but that is of course rhe hallmark of genius. Only one man had the circumstances and gifts to give us such incomparable works, and William Shakespeare was unquestionably that man --- whoever he was." As I read that last paragraph from Bill Bryson's "Shakespeare" I was prepared for anyone's name but William Shakespeare but there it was. In spite of that Bill Bryson's crisp, personal and descriptive style pacts information into few a pages better than anyone I know which makes him fun to read. BUT, Bill Bryson has put his fine talents on display for the benefit of Elizabethan life focusing on the Shagspur family. If he had included in his book all of the the historical and biographical information that is available "Shakespeare" would be a dynamite read. Why? Because in "Shakespeare" he restricts himself to a biography of someone who ranks with Santa Clause. I believe in Santa but I also understand he doesn't exist and I believe Bill Bryson is to honest and to much of a feet-on-the-ground kind of guy to believe in Santa, either (the Santa spirit not-with-standing). Rather than fill space with bits and pieces of information that Bill Bryson didn't bring up such as Shaqgspur's death before the plays were full and completed, I had rather focus of his attempt to write about a non existent person. Bill Bryson isn't alone in that error. Bill Bryson has a wonderful wit and doubtless enjoys writing and his style is light and fun except when he tries to drive home a point on one side of the Shakespeare Controversy. Then, he leaves his charming informative style and becomes a little mean spirited - like a mud slinging candidate running for office. I do not think he is a mean person and I don't think he enjoys betraying his own common sense to spout party line. Bill Bryson need only objectively read his own good commonsense observations. For example he says: "Facts are delible" and "For the rest, he is a kind of literary equivalent to an electron -- forever not there and not there," and "Others have simply surrendered themselves to imagination," and "The idea (of this book) is a simple one: to see how much of Shakespeare we really can know, really, from the record. Which is one reason, of course, it's so slender," and "Shakespeare it seems is not so much a historical figure as an academic obsession;" and "...his lost years , they are very lost indeed," etc. Well, one of his mistakes was assuming that an Italian town was too far from the sea to be a supplier of hemp for rope. Bryson's point was to weaken Bacon authorship. There is an abundance of information about the Shakespeare v Bacon on the internet - more than enough for us to make up our own minds and don't need campaign retoric. I say facts are indelible. Here is a point I enjoy making about Robert Green. "The Groats worth of Wit, Bought with a Million of Repentance." Can you recognize the schtick? He was the Don Rickles of the times. People weren't different from us. They enjoyed a good roast themselves. Read it and find out. Bill leaves out information in his Richard II story which goes like this. Some poor bloke copied the part of the play that challenged the divine right of kings and circulated it in a pamphlet and stupidly put his name on it though the playbill had no authors name. Well, The Queen was furious and wanted to torture the bloke before executing him. She also called Francis Bacon on the carpet about it. Francis had to think fast and talked her into reducing the charge to a felony. In the next production of Richard II William Shakespeare's name was right there but did the Queen drag William Shakespeare to the tower? No because he was no where to be found. She called Francis Bacon on the carpet again. Francis cleverly explained that William Shakespeare was guilty only of plagiarizing the anti-monarch material. She bought it though content wasn't plagiarized at all but the Queen didn't know that. It is likely that there was a wink wink understanding because she knew there was no such thing as a William Shakespeare. I have trouble with Bill Bryson concerning the sonnets for promoting the "knock-her-up-handsome-for-the child absurdity. This, I believe, is an example of how little real interest the public has in Shakespeare. I do not believe the author was a pedophile but that is the students get stuck with. My son's teacher said to work the meaning out for himself. What else is she going to say? First, no poet at any time was that squirrely. Second, people then were like us - except for King James who fondled boys while conducting business. One only need read the sonnets closely to know they were very specific about someone and a situation. Some are about the poet talking about himself in the third person. Many are about the poets mother, the Queen who would not publically acknowledge his existence. Some refer to his concealed father, Robert Dudley. Some refer to Robert Essex, his brother, who the poet thought mom liked best. I gotta tell you this story that Bill Bryson couldn't. Essex was half Elizabeth's age because he was her second born. Francis Bacon was her first born. It's in the British Record plus was discovered in Spanish archives in a letter from Dudley to King Philip asking him to pressure Elizabeth into going public for him. It was a tragedy waiting to happen. When Essex put on that little tantrum of a rebellion the Queen was so furious (she had a temper) she ordered him charged with treason and ordered Francis to prosecute. I wonder if Elizabeth thought Francis wouldn't do a good job. Francis couldn't not do a good job at anything and Essex was found guilty and his mother wouldn't prevent his beheading. It is said she wasn't the same afterward. Both her sons were constantly pressuring her to go public but if she did that Spain and France might have united and invaded. Tough times, those. Bill Bryson was smart enough not to mention the Northumberland Manuscript owned by Francis Bacon unlike Greenbratt who did did and who mentioned that Shakespeare's name was on it. He forgot to mention that both the names Shakespeare and Bacon are all over it - epecially the name Francis William Shakespeare. There are many more juicy stories that Bill Bryson could have told to make the Shakespeare story explode for decades but he was stuck with another repetitious political tract. Now, he even has an illustrated version of "Shakespeare." The attachment to an impossible-way-of-existing Shakespeare has deep and powerful roots and must have begun when the Virgin Queen had children and the people around her were forced to deny it. Long live the Queen. Greenblatt was quoted by the New York times as saying "... the process of writing the book (Will in the World) has made me respect that preposterous fantasy." The reporter had more to say: Can proponents of "intelligent design," or Holocaust denial, compile a list of supporters including the likes of Charles Dickens, Henry James, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Walt Whitman, Mark Twain, and all of the other outstanding doubters named in the Declaration?(for debunking the traditional Shakespeare). Can Professor Greenblatt compile such a list of supporters for his position that there is no room for doubt? We think not. I am afraid that Bill Bryson has taken that position.

Shake-speares Women

Francis Bacon needed an author for the plays other than himself. Shake-speare was a good name because the shaker-of-the-spear is associated with Pallus Athenea the muse and protector of poets. Francis thus became a "Spear-Shaker", and the head of the little band of "Spear-Shakers" was "Shake-Speare" himself, Athena's visible representative on earth.

The first row of images are portraits of Sir Francis Bacon

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The first woman in Francis Tudor's (Francis Bacon's) life was his mother, Elizabeth Tudor, Queen Elizabeth I. She was very well educated and complicated - never fully negecting him. She made sure he was well educated by fostering him to Anthony and Anne Bacon. She he ignored him for periods of time once he was grown. To the public she remained a virgin possibly believing that was a source of her political strength though was secretely married to Robert Dudly. She evenually rejected Dudly who died in ... Even in her final years she wouldn't open the way to the throne for Francis. She may have been protective of her eldest son because aspiring noble men didn't live long in those days. .

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The next woman in his life was his step mother Anne Cook Bacon. She and her sisters were famous as a family of accomplished classical scholars. She had a thorough knowledge of Greek and Latin. An Apologie . . . in defence of the Churche of England by Dr. Jewel, Bishop of Salisbury, was translated by her from the Latin and published in 1564. Sir Anthony had been exiled during Mary's reign, for his adherence to the Protestant faith. His daughter, Anne, inherited, not only his classical accomplishments, but his strong Puritan faith and his hatred of Popery. Francis Bacon describes her as "A Saint of God." There is a portrait of her painted by Nathaniel Bacon, her stepson, in which she appears standing in her pantry habited as a cook.

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While in France young Francis fell head over heals in love with Marguerite of Valios a member of the french royal court

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When he was 36, Bacon engaged in the courtship of Elizabeth Hatton, a young widow of 20. Reportedly, she broke off their relationship upon accepting marriage to a wealthier man—Edward Coke. Years later, Bacon still wrote of his regret that the marriage to Elizabeth had never taken place^.

After the death of William Hatton in 1597, and after a failed wooing by Francis Bacon, Elizabeth Hatton married Edward Coke. Elizabeth's often public disagreements with her second husband, together with her refusal to take his name, gave her a reputation as a troublesome woman. That reputation — along with a liberal dose of mistaken identity — led to the association of Elizabeth Hatton with the urban legend of Bleeding Heart Yard.

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At the age of forty-five, Bacon married Alice Barnham, the fourteen-year-old daughter of a well-connected London alderman and M.P. Bacon wrote two sonnets proclaiming his love for Alice. The first sonnet was written during his courtship and the second sonnet on his wedding day, 10 May 1606.

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Will in the World” Validates Bacon’s Authorship

11 12 2009

I have always been a tad suspicious of book reviews because in high school I had arbitrary motives for how I interwove the facts with my opinions. Like art arbitrariness is somewhat unavoidable but in this, my first book-review since high school, I aim to serve truth, common sense and credit accomplishment as well as mark errors.

Modern electronics has made this particular “Shakespeare to the Limit” possible because I don’t have time for library research. At my finger tips is information inaccessible by time and distance a few years ago. With the internet I can in single day separate truth from BS, have a day job and a family.

“Will in the World” by Stephen Greenblatt until a few years ago would not have been critiqued by the common man because the necessary information was stored in the libraries in rare collections. The Book of the Year and Pulitzer Prize finalist written by a Harvard professor would remain gospel without the internet.

Professor Greenblatt is unquestionably a good writer and scholar and thus when I read “Will in the World” I took it to be the last word on the subject. I thought he did an amazing job of squeezing the last drop of extrapolated data from the official record.

However, I was unable to rid myself of the feeling that William Shakespeare was the oddest duck I’ve ever known, a fellow who flew completely under the radar. That man, I said to my wife, was a superior ass who no one wanted to know or was an idiot savant who no one wanted to know.

I was also troubled about the ease in which Stephen Greenblatt assumed that Shagspur and Shake-speare was interchangeable with the name William Shakespeare. But, what-the-hell, Harvard professors must know what they are talking about.

Then, months later during a Mark Twain reading frenzy I happened upon “Shakespeare is Dead.” Mark Twain made good sense. I was intrigued by his logical conclusion that a man named Shakespeare could not have existed based on his knowledge of human nature. I began reading the plethora of material on the internet about the Shakespeare Conspiracy and guess what? Mark Twain – 1 and Stephen Greenblatt – 0

Stephen Greenblatt need not have tried so hard to create a William Shakespeare to make the point. That, though, isn’t so bad but he gets an F for leaving out easily accessible and relevant information the reader might want. For example, in the brief discussion of the Northumberland Manuscript a bundle of papers with important names found in 1867 in a musty box at Northumberland, Professor Greenblatt mentions only Shakespeare.

I need not describe the manuscript because one can easily find the original and detailed descriptions on the internet and read all about it. The Northumberland Manuscript is the only known document containing the names of both Shakespeare and Bacon.

Professor Greenblatt claims the transcriber Dyrmouth’s mind wandered and wrote “Shakespeare” several times to see what it was like to do it. No one knows for sure if Dyrmouth was the transcriber but I wonder if Professor Greenblatt’s mind wandered when he ignored the name Mr. Francis William Shakespeare clearly written on the Manuscript?

Stephen Greenblatt’s mind did not wander. It was imperative that he leave out any reference to Bacon concerning the Northumberland Manuscript because to proceed with the impossible way of existing Shakespeare would make the “Will in the World” a pointless excersize.

This omission by Stephen Greenblatt and his many Harvard advisers indicate beyond a reasonable doubt that they also believe Francis Bacon is the author of the plays which makes “Will in the World” a piece of political propaganda.

The only subject of substance in “Will in the World” is the Shagspur family history and a sociological snapshot of life in the late 1500’s and early 1600’s. Stephen Greenblatt also describes segments of home life, education, entertainment, religious persecution, street life, and the generally day-to-day experience of anyone living in England. Also, there is a focus on theater life and certain professions.

Stephen Greenblatt’s main purpose in writing “Will in the World” was to find clues in the plays and the sonnets that would all together present a credible man who wrote the plays. His method which was simple association that left him with no more than a hologram man and no real story.

“Will in the World” has failed because the author had no coherent or organized way of finding subsurface stories he probably knows is there. He needs to absorb and comprehend the plays like learning a language or like a seaman comprehends the ocean and its currents. To find the gold. He must also understand the relationship of the plays to other works of the time.

I recommend Professor Greenblatt embrace Shakespeare like Orville Owens did in 1895. He memorized all of them. That opened to him him the subtle irregularities in certain lines compared to the others. Then carefully following Bacon’s advise Dr Owens found the incredibly riveting story of Queen Elizabeth’s family as well as important events of the time that come from the text itself.

“Will in the World” reinforces the illusion that the folks in Elizabethan times were different from today but I think that misunderstanding is common mainly because scholars try to picture the culture through the misinterpretion of the poetics.

For example, Stephen Greenblatt being a very intelligent fellow buys into the knock-her-up-pretty-boy absurdity which is a request to have asscess to a beautiful child – for what? Wierd. The poet of the sonnets was not wierd or a pedophile.

Please note:There are far easier and far more logical and relevant ways of understanding the sonnets.

I believe that a critic should not be allowed to critique s poetry unless the critic’s poetry is critiqued. In other words, you cannot know poetry unless you write it.

Stephen Greenblatt has more problems than other similar biographies separating truth from fiction in his “Will in the World.” He uses fewer maybe’s and could haves because he really wants substance. He can’t have substance because has chosen nothing to work with.

I also believe that Stephen Greenblatt would have won the Pulitzer Prize if he had either written a fictionalized story or had picked a playwright that actually existed.

Will in the World” Validates Bacon’s Authorship

Shakespeare to the Limit – “Will in the World” validates Bacon’s authorship

11 12 2009

I have always been a tad suspicious of book reviews because in high school I had arbitrary motives for how I interwove the facts with my opinions. Like art arbitrariness is somewhat unavoidable but in this, my first book-review since high school, I aim to serve truth, common sense and credit accomplishment as well as mark errors.

Modern electronics has made this particular “Shakespeare to the Limit” possible because I don’t have time for library research. At my finger tips is information inaccessible by time and distance a few years ago. With the internet I can in single day separate truth from BS, have a day job and a family.

“Will in the World” by Stephen Greenblatt until a few years ago would not have been critiqued by the common man because the necessary information was stored in the libraries in rare collections. The Book of the Year and Pulitzer Prize finalist written by a Harvard professor would remain gospel without the internet.

Professor Greenblatt is unquestionably a good writer and scholar and thus when I read “Will in the World” I took it to be the last word on the subject. I thought he did an amazing job of squeezing the last drop of extrapolated data from the official record.

However, I was unable to rid myself of the feeling that William Shakespeare was the oddest duck I’ve ever known, a fellow who flew completely under the radar. That man, I said to my wife, was a superior ass who no one wanted to know or was an idiot savant who no one wanted to know.

I was also troubled about the ease in which Stephen Greenblatt assumed that Shagspur and Shake-speare was interchangeable with the name William Shakespeare. But, what-the-hell, Harvard professors must know what they are talking about.

Then, months later during a Mark Twain reading frenzy I happened upon “Shakespeare is Dead.” Mark Twain made good sense. I was intrigued by his logical conclusion that a man named Shakespeare could not have existed based on his knowledge of human nature. I began reading the plethora of material on the internet about the Shakespeare Conspiracy and guess what? Mark Twain – 1 and Stephen Greenblatt – 0

Stephen Greenblatt need not have tried so hard to create a William Shakespeare to make the point. That, though, isn’t so bad but he gets an F for leaving out easily accessible and relevant information the reader might want. For example, in the brief discussion of the Northumberland Manuscript a bundle of papers with important names found in 1867 in a musty box at Northumberland, Professor Greenblatt mentions only Shakespeare.

I need not describe the manuscript because one can easily find the original and detailed descriptions on the internet and read all about it. The Northumberland Manuscript is the only known document containing the names of both Shakespeare and Bacon.

Professor Greenblatt claims the transcriber Dyrmouth’s mind wandered and wrote “Shakespeare” several times to see what it was like to do it. No one knows for sure if Dyrmouth was the transcriber but I wonder if Professor Greenblatt’s mind wandered when he ignored the name Mr. Francis William Shakespeare clearly written on the Manuscript?

Stephen Greenblatt’s mind did not wander. It was imperative that he leave out any reference to Bacon concerning the Northumberland Manuscript because to proceed with the impossible way of existing Shakespeare would make the “Will in the World” a pointless excersize.

This omission by Stephen Greenblatt and his many Harvard advisers indicate beyond a reasonable doubt that they also believe Francis Bacon is the author of the plays which makes “Will in the World” a piece of political propaganda.

The only subject of substance in “Will in the World” is the Shagspur family history and a sociological snapshot of life in the late 1500’s and early 1600’s. Stephen Greenblatt also describes segments of home life, education, entertainment, religious persecution, street life, and the generally day-to-day experience of anyone living in England. Also, there is a focus on theater life and certain professions.

Stephen Greenblatt’s main purpose in writing “Will in the World” was to find clues in the plays and the sonnets that would all together present a credible man who wrote the plays. His method which was simple association that left him with no more than a hologram man and no real story.

“Will in the World” has failed because the author had no coherent or organized way of finding subsurface stories he probably knows is there. He needs to absorb and comprehend the plays like learning a language or like a seaman comprehends the ocean and its currents. To find the gold. He must also understand the relationship of the plays to other works of the time.

I recommend Professor Greenblatt embrace Shakespeare like Orville Owens did in 18— He memorized all of them. That opened to him him the subtle irregularities in certain lines compared to the others. Then carefully following Bacon’s advise Dr Owens found the incredibly riveting story of Queen Elizabeth’s family as well as important events of the time that come from the text itself.

“Will in the World” reinforces the illusion that the folks in Elizabethan times were different from today but I think that misunderstanding is common mainly because scholars try to picture the culture through the misinterpretion of the poetics.

For example, Stephen Greenblatt being a very intelligent fellow buys into the knock-her-up-pretty-boy absurdity which is a request to have asscess to a beautiful child – for what? Wierd. The poet of the sonnets was not wierd or a pedophile.

Please note:There are far easier and far more logical and relevant ways of understanding the sonnets.

I believe that a critic should not be allowed to critique s poetry unless the critic’s poetry is critiqued. In other words, you cannot know poetry unless you write it.

Stephen Greenblatt has more problems than other similar biographies separating truth from fiction in his “Will in the World.” He uses fewer maybe’s and could haves because he really wants substance. He can’t have substance because has chosen nothing to work with.

I also believe that Stephen Greenblatt would have won the Pulitzer Prize if he had either written a fictionalized story or had picked a playwright that actually existed.

Shakespeare’s dirty little secret: HONORIFICABILITUDINITATIBUS

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OK. This is gonna be hard but we have to face it. Shakespeare’s terrible little secret was his addiction. I’m sorry if you weren’t braced for the news but the elephant in the living room must be discussed and talked about or else the little secret will eventually take him down and drag all of us with him. Not me though. I’m going to do something about it. First, his dirty little secret could explain a a lot – his invisability for instance and that puffy mask was a hang over face.

I don’t know yet how it all connects but here it is –287! You didn’t think it could be that bad did you?

Here’s the story. 278 has to do with the dreaded ciphers. What are ciphers? Morris Code is a cipher and is similar to one bilateral ciphers Bacon used. He used several ciphers having learned to use them while spying in Europe for the Queen in his early twenties. The anti-bacon people stick their noses in the air at the idea of cipher but when your nose is in the air you can’t see the ground. We’ll be here when they come back to earth.

It just so happens that according to numerology the Seal of the Rosicrosse is 287. That makes me want to say HONORIFICABILITUDINITATIBUS from shere frustration.

What ever it means HONORIFICABILITUDINITATIBUS has a numerology number of 287.

HONORIFICABILITUDINITATIBUS appears in Loves Labor’s Lost and that Northumberland Manuscript which established that Shakespeare might have impersonated Sir Francis Bacon as the concealed Philosopher.

Hold on to your hats. In the 1623 Folio, on page 136, in the first scene of act V of Love’s Labor’s Lost this 27 lettered word appears on line 27 and is the 151st word in ordinary type. Adding 136 and 151 = 287

My head is spinning

in Love’s Labours Lost where it is followed by the cryptic line “What is A b spelt backwards with the horne on his head?”–suggests a deliberate word play cipher. (Bacorn, a phonetic play on Bacon)

The Feet

read by Jim Bortle, music by Dan Henning

This was written by me 5-6 years ago after an incident of near tragedy on an Air Paris

flght. I was struck by the strangeness of the story. Colvin still resides in a Denver prison.

28 of BS the Novel – A Revealing Morning

By nine o’clock Estelle was up and brimming with busy. She hummed a Jamaicain tune while she dressed and danced when she pulled out a dress she favored. She caught Julian’s attention.
“Raise a roof in the morning.
Raise a roof in the morning. Raise a roof in the morning.
Tell all the people come.
Raise a roof in the morning.
The monkey and the baboon them sitting on the wall.
Raise a roof in the morning.
I and man cannot agree.
Raise a roof in the morning.
He put his bed on the dirty floor.
Raise a roof in the morning.
The Devil made man.
God made the woman.
Raise a roof in the morning.”

It was a toe tapper of a tune and Julian sat up, “Do you think anybody recognized me, yesterday?”
“That chin of yours is hard to miss.
“Humm,” said Julian scratching this two-day growth.
“Are you hungry?”
“Starved,”
“I’m sorry about yesterday,” he said.
“Next time, give me a little warning and I can help you handle reporters,” she said.[ML1]
“By the way, I told Hattie where we were and she needn’t come. She could have slept in.”
“She wouldn’t, anyway. “
“Probably not. Andy is happy he can sleep late and the roses are happy you’re not cutting them down.”
“The mower too,” he added,” and the tree… The pigs still like me.”
“I like you to as long as don’t have that clown suit on when you talk to reporters.
“We have lots of food and I’ll bring you breakfast in bed.”
“You’re are awfully nice to me all of a sudden,” he said.
“I realized I was to hard on you,” she said smiling, “you get bees with honey[ML2] .”
He nodded, “This is a great hide out. What a shack. Where is everybody?” he said.
“The permanent staff? They must be taking a day off or something. Hattie would know. Daddy wants to have it ready at all times, but I don’t think he’s used it for a while. Not since Mama died.”
“That’s interesting,” Julian said, “This is an amazing place. Let’s talk and walk to the kitchen, hand in hand and not take the moving sidewalk.”
“You’re so romantic,” she said.
“Remember when I serenaded you?”
“You wore a torn-tee shirt and yelled my name at the top of your lungs,” she said,”I was mortified.”
“You tried to get me to stop and fell out of the window.”
“its funny now.” she said.[ML3]
“It’s a good thing I was on the first floor.”
Julian and Estelle strolled and talked while holding hands. They kissed along the artificial beach with its sun surf and white sand.
“Did you bring the sun tan lotion?”
“He spared no expense,” Julian marveled.
When they arrived at the kitchen, Julian pulled out pots and pans causing a noisy ruckus.
“Please?” Estelle nudged him,” You’re like a bear rooting for grubs.”
Julian replaced the pots and pans, and she turned on the stove and selected a skillet. Julian found the eggs, a loaf of bread, bacon, a tomato, a green pepper, and cheese.
“I have to admit, you were pretty funny that night,” she said about his the serenade.
“You fell for me, right?” he said.
“I fell, all right. Right out of the window.[ML4]
“Into my arms,” he said.
“You were so strong,” she said.
“Were?”
“You are stronger than many men your age.” She said.
Julian puffed a little and felt amorous.
“Wasn’t Ash interested in you?” he quizzed.
“Yes he was.”
“Did you like him?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Estelle asserted
“Your parents liked him.”
“They thought he was the one to carry on the Bergomeister dynasty.”
“But what did you think of him, personally?
“I never date aliens from another planet,” she laughed and turned to allow Julian to tie the strings of her apron. He admired the curve of her neck and shoulders.
While Estelle fried the bacon, Julian diced tomatoes, green pepper and cheese on a large wooden cutting board.
“I was born on the wrong side of the tracks for your parents,” he said.
“If you ran the other half of the world it might help the relationship between you and daddy,” Estelle said.
“Would you want that?
“No but mind you, it wouldn’t hurt.”
“I don’t want that, but at least he shouldn’t have told the world that I was born in a cow pasture.”
“But you were”
“I was not. Ma made it to the barn.”
“You were born in a barn, then?” Estelle said giving his butt a pat and slid a bowl and an eggbeater toward him. Julian was now more interested in her pat than his stomach.
“There is nothing wrong about being born in a barn,” she said,
“In fact, a barn and a stable are the same things.”
“Oh no. I can tell where this is going.” she groaned.
“It’s true,” he said.
“… a manger?” She laughed, “Don’t tell me you were laid in a manger.”
“Ma had to put me in something,”
“So, an angel came down and deposited you in you mothers womb?”
“You say it so beautifully,” he said, thinking about a roll in the hay.
“Getting knocked up by an angel doesn’t sound right,” he said, “could have been a baseball player.”
“You have a point there, ” she said.
She watched him take an egg gently but firmly and tap the edge of the bowl. The crack spread easily and widened, then the contents gushed out to lay exposed on the bottom of the bowl.”
“Is that how presidents do it?” she said purred.
“Do what?”
“Is that is how presidents crack their women?”
“Oh’” he said and dropped an egg on the floor.
“Relax you horny stud muffin,” she laughed, “I am also hungry,”
She helped him clean up. Then in a surprise move he scooped her up in his arms like a young groom crossing the threshold with his bride. He moaned and eased her carefully to the floor making sure he was underneath.
“Here? Now?” She asked.

He moaned again but not from pleasure and didn’t move. He didn’t move for several for days. Needless to say, he had breakfast in bed.
“I wish the children were here,” he said folding his napkin and putting it neatly on the tray
[ML5] “I don’t,” she answered and removed the tray from his lap and sat down beside him.”
“Hattie’s on her way,“ she said, ”she was surprised we went this long without her… Oh, by the way. I want to ask you something.”
“What is it my love, I would give you all I own if you didn’t own it already. What would you like to ask me my Sweet Pineapple Upside-down Cake?”
“Well, I am helping to organize a little meeting, the ladies, you know.”
“Yes, yes. Of course.” he said in anticipation.
“We need a key-note speaker. Like you, for instance, to make their day. How thrilled they would be if you spoke to them. But, if you don’t feel up to it, you know, your injury and all. Just tell me and I won’t be disappointed.”
“Nonsense,” he said grandly, “Call them right now and tell the ladies I would be honored. I will speak from a wheel chair if I have to.”
“You are my hero.”
She gave him a peck him on the forehead and ran to the hallway phone. He could hear her talk very animated but wondered why the call was long distance[ML6] .”
“They were happy as larks to work you in,” she said proudly, and went to the closet to select an outfit.
Ah, Since when did the ladies of Yarrum need to work me in?” He asked suspiciously.
“What? I can’t hear you ,” she said from the summer shoe section of her closet.
“Since when did the ladies of Yarrum need to work me in?” he yelled, “If there is a phone in there I can call you.”
In a minute she came to the door.
“Oh. Didn’t I say? You are addressing The National Organization for Women. Their summer retreat is going to be here – right here in Yarrum. Isn’t that exciting? It took some doing but I talked Gloria and the board members that we would show them what southern hospitably was all about. The three networks will be covering. It will be perfect venue for our announcement.”
Julian threw a pillow at her and went into back spasms.
“Poor baby,” she said, and tried to hug him but he didn’t want a hug, “All you wanted was a little nookie and now all this. You rest and your back will be good as new for the retreat.” [ML7]
Julian was speechless. Through the intercom, he heard Hattie singing.

Yes-er-day this time me a nyam Tiger fat
Yes-er-day this time me a nyam Tiger fat
Yes-er-day this time me a nyam Tiger fat

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[ML1]How did she say this

[ML2]Honey with bees?

[ML3]How does she say this?

[ML4]Already stated

[ML5]Better transition

[ML6]How does he know that

[ML7]Is this supposed to be like a conniving comment?

HONEST SONNET #6 to be or not to be?

Larson Green

Cliff Notes Blue

Shakespeare Red

OK, I shall sing the sixth verse of my lonely sonnet song and would dance if I could (although I am inventing a dance for guys like me): I am not the smartest guy in the world but neither are the puffed up rubber stamping hard liners who gleefully put their tiny personel spins on previously half baked and moldy self complimentary interpretations.

I get the strong impression that sonnet 6 is the poets suicide note to himself and he talks himself out of it because he is to important for his life to be wasted. Francis Bacon knew he was beautiful in thought and deed not for himself but for for the nation he intended to pull out of the dark ages. That the sonnets are about the poets talking to himself is not my idea but us an intriguing because every word makes sense.

Since sonnet 6 is less specific and more vague for another person than the first five I have interpreted six as though Francis Bacon, a known genius, is talking about himself. Have you ever written a poem when you were depressed?

I don’t pick on the No-fear-Shakespeare youngsters today. Who? The cliff divers from Cliff Notes, of course. For example, Cliff Note divers say a young man getting a woman pregnant is the theme. Don’t die childless, have ten children. Than makes no sense. Cliff Notes divers say the vial is the womb filled with child in the image of the father and ten times the happiness of only one child. That would make a little sense to the average sixth grader. Quote Cliff Notes divers: “Self-killed” refers both to the youth’s hoarding his beauty by not passing it on to a child, and to his inevitably dying alone if he continues his narcissistic behavior. Self killed is suicide isn’t it?

Then Cliff Notes divers really gets tangled up their chute in the go-forth young man and knock-her-up theme: The poet argues that procreation ensures life after death; losing your identity in death does not necessarily mean the loss of life so long as you have procreated. What??? That makes no sense at all.

Further: Cliff Notes says the the poet says, Once you recognize the wealth of beauty by loving another person, you must use this knowledge of love if it is to increase and not decay. My message to Cliff Note Divers is that suicide is NOT the same as die without begetting a child

Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface,

Then I must not don’t let my depression/death/self imposed … change

In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled:

my life/optimism/ great plans for England or I will be purified/condensed/controled

Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place

me into some vial/a memory; a treasure someone puts away somewhere

With beauty’s treasure ere it be self-killed

I will go with my works if I kill myself

That use is not forbidden usury,

that using me is I do not require interest

Which happies those that pay the willing loan;

although I can make those happy who pay me willingly

That’s for thy self to breed another thee,

it’s up to me to change

Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;

or ten times happier, I will be worth ten of me

Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,

ten of me would make me happier than I am now

If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:

if ten of me I could change

Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,

then what would death do to me?

Leaving thee living in posterity?

for my posterity

Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair

but I must not make this decision myself for I am to good to waist

To be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir.

if I kill myself.

Sonnet Shakespeare, Suite 101, and the Children say the same thing as the Cliff Divers.

Man Whisperer – Women bring forth life but God is a man

This post is an exploration of a question to which I have no easy answer.

When did matriarchal control of the family shift to the patriarchal societies that are common today and why?

I picture the people who I have been referring to in this whisperer series were female or mother dominated for the sake of baby survival. What mama wants mama gets – not for herself but for the children.

If mama ain’t happy - ain’t nobody happy has the same instinctual origin for the time when life was toughest. Dominant males had fewer children because he couldn’t know the babies needs better than she and his decisions would not be as healthy for the family.

Male domination must have begun at the same time people began living in groups, larger than 100 individuals since infant survival sharply rises above that number.

Then women got together began working together the males would have been somewhat freed from hunting because they would have efficiently hunted in groups and more importantly the women would have helped each other sharing baby care and then the women were freed up for other acitivities including hunting. The men had less to do.

Now, men are bred to hunt and therefore approach all issues from the hunter psychology: aggressiveness, specifically goal directed. The good hunter dominates his prey and cannot relax from that instinctive posture any more than the nurturing bred women cannot relax her vigilance.

Incidentally, my theory of warfare comes from my belief that the men who were less needed for hunting food, hunted each other. War is instinctively driven and based on the characteristics of the best providers of earlier generations.

The idle men also incorporated themselves into domestic affairs and because the women who were bred for nurturing let them take over.

For the sake of our existence the women allowed the men to gain their way into positions of power within the family. The women have always been occupied with the children who needs 24 -7 care from the beginning of human time to now. As long as the women are barefoot and pregnant the men are not in danger of losing power.

The answer to my question was easier han I thought.

Thank you for listening.

Affirmations — Chew on these

When I read a good book for the second or third time the freshness and novelty smiles on me each time

I am not afraid of the unknown when I sincerely fulfill my obligations

I am more effective when I differentiate between knowledge and understnding

When I work alone I have the opportunity know myself

When I don’t entirely depend on the effect of my performance I am likely to have an effective performance

When I gape to future things I gape to folly

When I try to live everywhere I live nowhere

When I speak one truth at a time my speech carries greater weight

I have better judgment when I am slow and more deliberate

When I avoid the truth I have to chose between a hundred thousand forms

Altar of Thought

This post is dedicated to Buddhist concepts which I will share as I understand them. The many aspects of the Dharma are complicated and simple at the same time and the process of sharing information with you is a process of discovery for me.

Tibetan teachings are detailed, scholarly, and fiercely adhere to logic with an absence of dogma yet provides real answers to real questions about our existence which is my focus.

Of the four traditions within Tibetan Buddhism the Gelupka Prasingika philosophy is the most sophisticated and superior to any other worldwide.

Since childhood I was an observer of existence as changeable and interpretable phenomenon but not until studying Buddhist philosophy was I more than an out side observer of a system that made sense. The mother father and child heavenly family seemed to be a simple projection of the human family and any amount of faith could not hide the illogical.

Knowing of no other cosmology I became devoutly atheist immediately after college for close to twenty-five years while basically wandering in a spiritual desert. Humanism furnished the motive to make this world better if I wanted heaven, heaven had to be now because there was nothing afterward.

This is the beginning of a journey that is not to long but not short either but is very very very important.

The Author Speaks….Hamlet – re-edited

Hamlet is arguably the most adored of the Shakespeare plays which qualifies it as arguably the most beloved play of all time. For an authoritative discussion of its high points we will go the horses mouth - the author. What would he have said about Hamlet were he alive today. Sir Francis Bacon of St Albans is one man I would love to meet. He admired Solomon but didn’t live as long, having died at 67 in 1623 after experimenting with snow as a viable means for preserving chickens.

Hamlet is, like all of Shakespeare’s of plays, about real people being themselves. How easy it is to identify with Hamlet, the character, who spoke a noble language full of passion and contradiction. Macbeth, though no less eloquent, was predictable compared with Hamlets character – that suicidal depressed master of dry wit – powerful in his restraint.

Most people feel much in common with Hamlet as well as Ophelia and perhaps the queen but my impression is that we live in a less violent time.

I wish, but can’t, be fluent during my moments of suffering. So, let me be close to those that are.

Bacon wrote a lesson in in all his works. He knew he was a genius and people would benefit from his intellectual powers. We have.

Concerning Hamlet, I have decided to highlight two of Bacon’s essays Of Death, and Of Vengeance to underscore the dominant themes I believe Bacon had in mind. Also, a reference to Idols of the Theater from Bacon’s Novum Organum seem in order plus an interesting comment from Bacon’s letters. Just about all of Bacon’s points in his essay Of Death are taken up by Hamlets lines.

Hamlet and Bacon agree: “the play’s the thing.”

The play characterizes how people understood death and how they thought about revenge at that time. He did not wish to teach better approaches to those two problems because he probably intended his essays and other writings to do that.

There are more themes entwined and I hope to explore at a future time.

At the age of 12 when he graduated from Cambridge College Bacon decided that all of knowledge was to be his providence. The plays and the essays were two of five mechanisms whereby he would advance all that was known and he did the best he could which wasn’t bad.

His emergence as an author was the beginning of the literary renaissance in England as well as France following his visit there and his death marked a return to more mundane literature.

There is a distinct autobiographical flavor to Hamlet. When Bacon wrote Hamlet he was definitely in a passionate frame of mind and we all know the best writings are based on personal experience.

The events that transpired in Francis’ life at the time he wrote Hamlet are as gut wrenching as Hamlets.’ The official story behind the origination of Hamlet goes like this – Not – there isn’t one. Santa Clause doesn’t have an official biography either but he is in all the books.

The adopted son of Nicholas Bacon (the Keeper of the Seal) and Ann Bacon, Francis Bacon, is facing poverty because adopted father, Nicholas, died leaving his biological son, Anthony, his estate and gave his adopted son the scraps. It’s hard to blame Nicholas for favoritism because ‘poor’ Francis’s mother was the Queen of England. Fairy tale you say? Letters discovered by a German researcher around the turn of the last century in the Spanish archives between Robert Dudley, the queens secret husband the fact that the queen gave birth to Francis and Robert Deveroux.

It would have appeared to Nicholas that Francis could take care of himself. Sure, but not carry out his Grand Instaturation, the advancement and restructuring all of knowledge at the same time.

Francis thought he should restructure all of knowledge and I believe he came closer than any one in history except perhaps the original mother one hundred thousand years ago who had the first prominent forehead and made us into humans.

You would think that having royal blood and a clear view to the throne was a great thing but it was one lottery ticket away from a beheading. The queen may have done Francis a favor by publically refusing to have anything to do with him but Francis must not have thought so.

Around the time he wrote Hamlet she was furious with him because he blocked her national tax that would have bled the life out of her subjects. Francis as a leader of parliament heroically said no to her and made it stick.

Francis walked on the thin royal-ice much of his life being heir to the throne but I believe if given the chance William Tudor aka Francis Bacon would have been the greatest leader of any country in history. Second to that he wrote Hamlet. Still pretty good.

Francis continually complained that his mother refused to finance him. I supposed she expected him to get a job. Chuckle. He did get a job but it Chancellor of England the highest non-royal rank in England, but not the position he wanted to take over the world.

In Francis recovered letters he reveals that he was stressed about his financial situation and admittedly depressed about losing his step father, his only visible means of support. Likewise, Hamlet was depressed for losing his father, his major means of money and power especially when his mother quickly married her brother-in-law.

Furthermore, Queen Elizabeth was married to her job to which she was faithful and was also secretly married to Robert Dudley – Frances biological father. In effect, Francis lost his real father plus the chance to succeed his Dudley to the throne which was impossible because Dudley was not royalty and no one wanted him to be King alongside Elizabeth. It’s a subject for the silver screen. Thus Elizabeth and her son were inextricably bonded and torn asunder at the same time.

Both Hamlet and Francis had cause to be furious with their mothers financially, politically and morally.

Interestingly, Hamlet was forbidden to return to school by Claudius and the record shows that Francis was forbidden to return to his travels abroad after returning to England for Nicholas’s funeral by the Elizabeth who sent him to Europe in the first place.

Bottom line: unless you study Bacon’s essays you cannot say you know Shakespeare,

Shakespeare’s words are in red

Bacon’s words are in purple

My thoughts are in green

In response to her no travel decree, Bacon wrote to Cecil, the queens main advisor, “I could face out a disgrace; and that I hoped her Majesty would not be offended, that not able to endure the sun, I fled into the shade”

Hamlet – “Not so, my lord; I am too much i’the sun.”

Larson — The meaning of this line in the letter and Hamlets line in the play are close to being identical.

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QUEEN GERTRUDE – Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,

And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.

Do not for ever with thy vailed lids

Seek for thy noble father in the dust:

Thou know’st ’tis common; all that lives must die,

Passing through nature to eternity.

Bacon — It is as natural to die, as to be born; and to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as painful, as the other. — Of Death

Bacon’s instruction is very sound in that death is regarded too negatively although we understand she is not taking Hamlet seriously. — ERL

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HAMLET –

O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!

My tables,–meet it is I set it down,

That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;

At least I’m sure it may be so in Denmark:

Bacon — But yet the spirit of Job was in a better tune: Shall we (saith he) take good at God’s hands, and not be content to take evil also? And so of friends in a proporting. – Of Revenge

Bacon — You shall read (saith he) that we are commanded to forgive our enemies; but you never read, that we are commanded to forgive our friends.

Cruelty from our enemies has a simple responce but our rage from the betrayal of a friend is boundless and we need guidance to handle that. The bitter divorce is a common example. — ERL

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HAMLET

For every man has business and desire,

Such as it is; and for mine own poor part, Look you, I’ll go pray.

HORATIO — These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.

Bacon — Revenge is a kind of wild justice; which the more man’s nature runs to, the more ought law to weed it out. Of Revenge.

Revenge invites recklessness and criminality next to the law. Abandon revenge. — ERL

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HAMLET – I’m sorry they offend you, heartily;

Yes, ‘faith heartily… Before mine uncle: I’ll observe his looks;

I’ll tent him to the quick: if he but blench,

BACON — Some, when they take revenge, are desirous, the party should know, whence it cometh. This is the more generous. For the delight seemeth to be, not so much in doing the hurt, as in making the party repent. — Of Revenge

The revenge seeker wishes to have a witness for the retribution of the crime. The perpetrator embodies the witness to the victims suffering humiliation and helplessness. — ERL

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HAMLET — I am thy father’s spirit,

Doom’d for a certain time to walk the night,

And for the day confined to fast in fires,

Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature

Are burnt and purg’d away. But that I am forbid

To tell the secrets of my prison-house

I could a tale unfold whose lightest word

would harrow up thy soul…

HAMLET – The rest is silence.

Dies

Bacon — Certainly, the contemplation of death, as the wages of sin, and passage to another world, is holy and religious … Of Death

Hamlet makes a vague reference to a purgatory like place without saying it and then dies completely. Bacon was a devout follower but God and the Devil are used in conversion no differently from today’s slang. A direct reference to any holy belief system is missing. Bacon being no dummy himself leaves direct references to religion out as (1) the way to avoid Puritan, Catholic, or Church of England wrath or (2) a message to his audience that those with out a faith, or spirituality or cosmology are left to isolated carry out the moral message. — ERL

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HAMLET – I’ll have grounds

More relative than this: the play ’s the thing

Wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the king.

BACON – Some, when they take revenge, are desirous, the party should know, whence it cometh. This is the more generous. For the delight seemeth to be, not so much in doing the hurt, as in making the party repent. — Of Revenge.

Larson — Bacon favors social embarrassment over violence in revenge.

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HAMLET — Abuses me to damn me: I’ll have grounds

More relative than this: the play ’s the thing …

BACON – All the received systems are but so many stage plays, representing worlds of their own creation after an unreal and scenic fashion. — Idols of the Theater from Organum Novum.

Bacon lets Hamlet make take center stage with his philosophy.

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HAMLET — To be, or not to be: that is the question:

Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;

BACON — and therefore, death is no such terrible enemy, when a man hath so many attendants about him, that can win the combat of him. — Of Death.

Bacon is proposing that perhaps death is a kind of sleep that is a real alternative to the nobility of suffering while alive.

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Hamlet — No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation

BACON — A man would die, though he were neither valiant, nor miserable, only upon a weariness to do the same thing so oft, over and over. — Of Death.

Shear boredom of the monotony of living might be a reason for dying.

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Hamlet — For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

The oppressor’s wrong, …

… the proud man’s contumely,

The pangs of despised love,

BACON — It is worthy the observing, that there is no passion in the mind of man, so weak, but it mates, and masters, the fear of death. Revenge triumphs over death, love slights it, honour aspireth to it, grief flieth to it, fear preoccupateth it... love slights it.(death) — Of Death.

Larson — Despised love is love unreturned which can turn to hate.

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Hamlet — The insolence of office and the spurns

That patient merit of the unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

BACON — A man would die, though he were neither valiant, nor miserable, only upon a weariness to do the same thing so oft, over and over. — Of Death

Shear boredom of the monotony of living might be a reason for dying.

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Ghost	My hour is almost come,
	When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
	Must render up myself.
HAMLET	Alas, poor ghost!

OPHELIA — My lord, as I was sewing in my closet,

Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced;

No hat upon his head; his stockings fouled,

Ungartered, and down-gyvèd to his ankle;

Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other;

And with a look so piteous in purport

As if he had been loosèd out of hell

To speak of horrors—he comes before me.

Bacon — Certainly, the contemplation of death, as the wages of sin, and passage to another world, is holy and religious;

Larson — If we’ve been bad we go to hell.

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Hamlet — But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscover’d country from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Men — Men fear death, as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children, is increased with tales, so is the other.– Of Death

Larson — Fear of the unknown, know it well.

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HAMLET – I’ll have these players

Play something like the murder of my father

Before mine uncle: I’ll observe his looks;

I’ll tent him to the quick: if he but blench,

BACON — Some, when they take revenge, are desirous, the party should know, whence it cometh. This is the more generous. For the delight seemeth to be, not so much in doing the hurt, as in making the party repent. – Of Revenge.

Larson — Bacon favors social embarrassment over violence in revenge. A repeated theme.

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LAERTES — He is justly served;

It is a poison temper’d by himself.

Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet:

Mine and my father’s death come not upon thee,

Nor thine on me.

Dies

Hamlet — Had I but time–as this fell sergeant, death,

Is strict in his arrest–O, I could tell you–

But let it be. Horatio, I am dead;

Bacon — It is no less worthy, to observe, how little alteration in good spirits, the approaches of death make; for they appear to be the same men, till the last instant.

Larson — I think the reference is that we may change our attitude at the point of death.

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HAMLET — Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.

I am dead, Horatio. Wretched queen, adieu!

Revenge triumphs over death

Larson — Revenge is sweeter than death is sour.

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HORATIO — Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince:

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

Why does the drum come hither?

honor aspireth to it; would have been better for it.

Larson– There is honor in death

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HORATIO

…wandering ghosts, wherever they are, hurry back to their hiding places. We’ve just seen proof of that. I’ve heard that the rooster awakens the god of day with its trumpetlike crowing, and makes a

MARCELLUS

Yes, it faded away when the rooster crowed. Some people say that just before Christmas the rooster crows all night long, so that no ghost dares go wandering, and the night is safe. The planets have no sway over us, fairies’ spells don’t work, and witches can’t bewitch us. That’s how holy that night is.

Bacon — Yet in religious meditations, there is sometimes mixture of vanity, and of superstition — Of Death.

Larson — Straight forward message.

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GERTRUDE

. You can’t spend your whole life with your eyes to the ground remembering your noble father. It happens all the time, what lives must die eventually, passing to eternity..

Bacon — Better saith he, . It is as natural to die, as to be born; and to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as painful, as the other.

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TODAY I WILL WRITE

Today I will write enough, not to little, not to much.

Today I will write to the end of the sentence.

Today I will write what I know.

Today I will write only those subjects which naturally occur to me as my thoughts..

I will learn to recognize and promote the situations in my life which are friendly to my writing

Today I will have lots of thoughts and wlll hold them gently.

Today I will not create a new reality, I will borrow beg and steal to attain that which is fully mine and right there in front of me.

Today I will love all that is written.

Today I will write in no style other than that which is in Edwin Larson’s head.

Today will write freely and unafraid of illusions of correctness.

Today I will tell the story for the people who tell me stories.

Today I will not upstage my characters with false wit.

Today I will write from dreams.

Today I will write using my whole brain and awareness.

Today I write for love and pain.

Today I will just write

It isn’t what it is.

It’s what I call it.

It’s joy.

Honest Sonnet#5 very afraid Shakespeare

Shakespeare Gets the Royal Shaft – a better title for Sonnet#5.

There are some real ambiguities in sonnet #5 so I can’t be too critical of the fourth graders who offered the No-Fear-Shakepeare interpretation. Afraid? You need not fear something you don’t see. Not.

The No-Fear-Shakespeare need not be afraid because few people actually read the sonnets for meaning and if they did who wants to spend the time and energy on something that appears obscure anyway. Fourth graders however are beyond peekaboo stage.

Remember, every single word is written exactly and has exact meaning and an interpretation must fit. The poet was not just being flowery. He had to be obscure to protect himself and make a point at the same time. Just because the reader skims the words and looks for generality does not mean the poet was generalizing. He is being very specific.

Any way, it’s time to have fun with Great Britons most colorful cellophane-wrapped state-secret.

*the poet is in red

*No-Fear-Shakespeare is in black

*MY COMMENTARY IS IN CAPITAL LETTERS

Sonnet#5

1 Those hours that with gentle work did frame

The same process that over time shaped your wonderful face,

PROCESS PROBABLY REFERS TO THE GENTLE HOURS THE POET WHO WAS ADOPTED AWAY SPENT WITH HIS MOTHER THE QUEEN.

2 The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell

so that now everybody loves to look at you

YOUR LOVELY GAZE ON ME WHICH EVERY PERSON OF THE COURT WATCHES

3 Will play the tyrants to the very same

, will eventually destroy that face,

WILL JUDGE YOU AND ME CRITICALLY

4 And that unfair which fairly doth excel.

making ugly what is now surpassingly beautiful.

WHICH IS UNFAIR ABOUT THAT WHICH WE EXCELL( THE POETS REQUEST TO BE GIVEN A SPECIAL OFFICE AND SALERY THAT OTHERS FEAR WOULD DO THEM GOOD.)

5 For never-resting time leads summer on

For never-resting Time takes summer by the hand

TIME IS RELENTLESS

6 To hideous winter and confounds him there,

, leads him into horrifying winter, and destroys him there

AND IF YOU WAIT TO LONG THE OPPORTUNITIES WILL LEAVE AND I WON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

7 Sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,

—freezing his sap, removing his full leaves,

IWON’T HAVE HEAT IN MY HOUSE OR CREATIVITY IN MY BLOOD BECAUSE I MUST MERELY SURVIVE.

8 Beauty o’er-snowed and bareness everywhere.

covering up his beauty with snow, and turning everything bare

MY LIFE WILL BE SHIT

9 Then were not summer’s distillation left,

If we didn’t have perfume distilled from summer flowers to keep in a jar,

DIDN’T YOU LIKE SOME OF MY GOOD DEEDS?

10 A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,

the effects of summer would vanish at the end of the season

OR DO YOU SUPPRESS MY DEEDS FROM THE WORLD AND USE ME LIKE A PERFUME

11 Beauty’s effect with beauty were bereft,

the effects of summer would vanish at the end of the season

I MORN IF YOU USE ME TO LOOK GOOD/BEAUTIFUL

12 Nor it nor no remembrance what it was.

Without perfume, we’d have no way of remembering the summer itself or its beauty

I WILL BE GONE WITHOUT MEMORY

13 But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet,

But the flowers used to make perfume lose only their outward beauty when winter comes

BUT SINCE MY SHIT DON’T STINK I WILL BE LIKE THE PERFUME YOU NEED IN THE WINTER WHEN YOU DON’T BATH(I am taking a little liberty here in order to get into the mood of the poet).

14 Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet

their beautiful scent lives on sweetly.

I WILL BE A NOTHING, BUT MY GOOD DEEDS WILL STILL BE SWEET

Affirmations that are Chewable An Affirmation a day keeps my deamons away

** When I over indulge I reduce my pleasure

**If I have done nothing to-day, I have not lived today.

**I must be intelligent to know what someone does not know.

**When I call on the courts I breed altercation and division.

**I learn well when I learn my own weakness and the betrayal of my understanding

**I am a good example when I follow my own example.

**I am a good leader when I follow my own leadership.

**When I interpret my interprets more than once I have ruminations

**When I scratch I know one of nature’s sweetest gratifications

**When I am happy with the soft, easy, and wholesome I am happy with ignorance and enjoy apathy.

**Only when I study do I am sensible about how much I must learn.

**When I nitpick and micromanage I increase doubt

**When I seek to understand death only then can I understand life.

**If I am afraid of death I am afraid of life.

**I am the best when I do not seek the extreme.

Woman Whisperer Weight – don’t look, don’t ask

A profoundly serious problem effecting every woman I have ever known is fat. It is also a delicate issue. Except as a psychiatrist I never, ever, no how, no way, to infinity and to death bring up weight with a woman. If I do, (but I don’t) for what ever reason, I would be cruel because she has already passed through 7 kinds of hell about her weight before I came along . And that is regardless what the scales say.

Weight control is a billion dollar industry. Concerns about weight has invaded just about every aspect of life and shows no sign of letting up – fashion, sex and recreation to name three.

I despise the altered pictures in magazines of women who don’t look that way in real life. The cultural hyper attention toward a certain look or way has also been a message to her already suffering self esteem which is low enough for the sake of the baby( see Women Whisperer about self esteem). The skinny message tends to help keep her down.

Pop the question!

OK OK.

Do issues about weight have an instinctual derivation? What was the survival value of being skinny? Were there any advantages to being over weight for the first humans?

Yes, yes and kind of.

First I know of no advantage an overweight mother has over a normal weight mother today. Capacity to make milk has no rules about that as far as I know.

So what is it? I will put myself in their moccasins. If I’m an infant all I want is a steady supply of mothers milk and a soft lap. I want my father to be the best hunter and my mother to be the best nurturer and despite famine will accept no substitute.

Who are the best hunters? Those who brought home at least enough calories for the health of the mother so she can do her job. Enough food for her would be determined by her body size.

Now, If you were the hunter, then, would you want to hunt for, a larger or smaller woman? Not a tough desision.

But then why-o-why Mr Know it-all do women gain weight so easily? Hummm? If the smaller women were selected to have the babies then we should not have a diet problem today, right?

I think the answer lies in how the successful mothers handled the food that was brought to them because sometimes there was plenty to eat and sometimes there wasn’t.

Even if the woman hooked the best and most loyal hunter, there would still be abundance times and times of scarcity. The fittest mothers probably stuffed themselves when they could and stored the excess in fat to prepare for the next famine. Logical?

So, it seems the most productive mothers were smaller for the sake of her hunter but she easily gained weight for the sake of the babies diet during famine. The phenomena of Twiggy is clearer – attraction and repellent. That she looks easy to feed but is a doubtful baby partner because she may not store any fat.

How does this information help women today? I don’t know. But if we understand answers become obvious. The ability to store fat is not an instinctual urge but physiology. The urgency to be small is instinctual not to only attract a hunter but also aid his efforts by being small. Then once he is committed to her and the baby she is eating for two or more for the rest of her life

Again, we have discovered another sacrifice women have made for our existence.

Mother nature knows best.

Thank you for listening.