Almost noon. Morning taken up with a lengthy hot bath with jets and bubbles, finding needed material in the basement and getting a haircut.
Anonymous begins today. The premise is that the real writer of the Shakespeare plays and sonnets was Edward DeVere, 17th Earl of Oxford. We are going to see it this weekend and I am pumped to see how the film is.
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From Wikipedia:
Edward de Vere, 17th Earl of Oxford (12 April 1550 – 24 June 1604) was an Elizabethian courtier, playwright, lyric poet, sportsman and patron of the arts, and is currently the most popular alternative candidate proposed for the authorship of Shakespeare’s works.
Oxford was the only son of John de Vere, 16th Earl of Oxford and Margery Golding. After the death of his father on 3 August 1562 he became a ward of Queen Elizabeth, and received an excellent education in the household of her Principal Secretary, Sir William Cecil. He was a champion jouster, and travelled widely throughout Europe. He served briefly in a military campaign after the Northern Rebellion (1569–1570), and at Flanders in the Anglo-Spanish War (1585), although in what capacity is unknown.
Oxford was noted for his literary and theatrical patronage. Between 1564 and 1599 some 28 books were dedicated to him, including works by Golding, Lyly, Greene and Munday. He held the lease of the first Blackfriars Theatre in the mid-1580s, produced entertainments at Court, and sponsored companies of players and musicians.
The pro and con on Oxford can be found in Wikipedia and the web.
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You have been reading over several pieces on the subject in Wikipedia, something you have not done before. Your dismay is caused by the realization that controversies such as this take on a political tone caused by the fervor of those with like opinions v. those of another opinion.
No one knows the answer and arguments go on out of passion as well as out of argument for argument’s sake. That’s the reason I’d like to ask who wrote the plays and sonnets once dead. If I am given the correct answer, how will I know it is correct? That would be one of my problems, but all in all, it will be a delightful joke to know the truth, whoever it was, then I can let it go.
Carol is readying for lunch and the venture to look at stone countertops and splash tile for the kitchen. Post. – Amorella.
After 1600 hours and you are at Pine Hill. You walked, Carol still is. Cold somewhat breezy afternoon and you are wondering what I am going to write about as the info for the day’s requirement is back at the house.
I am. We had a soup and salad lunch at Olive Garden off Fields Ertel Road, as good as most any we had in Italy; more olive oil and smaller distinctive tasting tomatoes in Italy.
My old grade school friend, Sue N. died last week. Sad; especially so for her two stayed-close girlfriends from our Class of 1960, Sandy H. and Jean N. The three of us sat at the same table at the Fifty Year Reunion only a year ago. We had a good time, a good last remembrance. I knew Jean from Kindergarten; Sue from second grade; and Sandy from fourth grade. I probably don’t have as much time as I like to think I have. I remember in high school working from the thesis that in a hundred years (2060) our lives won’t have made much difference as all of us would be dead and buried by then. After all, some locations of the U. S. had their Classes of 1860 and until now I haven’t given them a thought. I can’t imagine it being any different for the future Class of 2060.
Some of them in that Class of 2060 are dependent on those alive and to be born to get them there in the first place, and on time too, to be a part of such a class. – Amorella.
Twenty-two and sixteen hundred hours and you have read over the 1988 “Dialogue” and decided it is of no value today.
It is not. Those characters were not ‘personalities’, they were under developed personified points of view. Originally, according to a handwritten note, you showed yourself in April, 1988 as Romella, then later said you would like to be called Amorella. I found another note from a year earlier, 17 May, 1987 when I was experimenting and developing the ‘target’ into an ‘alphabet circle’ board. Here is a copy of the note:
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17 May 87
3:38 PM-
experiment: set up an oval “keyboard” w/ all the letters. 1-10 and a ? [question] and . [period]
bebe – can you spell YES – [Y-E-S] ans.
OK! It works.
Your words – tell me please
H! I! Wow!
4:15 PM – it works; BB [via string and washer working a newly created target] just went thru a modified board
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The alphabet board and string and washer was a machine, a tool to consciously connect me with my subconscious and unconscious mind. I am uncomfortable scanning the original completed board to place on the blog so I will not do so. If someone is curious and wants to try she/he could make her/his own target and do their own experimentation. What I have gleaned from all these years of experimentation is that the human mind, especially the unconscious mind, shows there is more to being human than what I originally suspected. Our natural species, like our individual selves, is both common and unique at the same time. Books have been saying these things for thousands of years, but reading commentaries and experiencing examples of such through experimental writing first hand are two different things.
Later, dude. – Amorella.
Life is still interesting at age 69.
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