On the anniversary of his death, love to the Bard.
I can’t help it, but after trawling through piles of material on Shakespeare I am now feeling very melancholy; that isn’t a stretch for me as my natural inclination is one of profound disturbance around the meaning of being human. Anyway, in learning more about the man, and I think I have despite all his attempts to evade any sort of factual capture ( he managed to live in London for seven years without signing on the dotted line, it was a legal requirement to observe Sunday service and sign a name against an address, but he didn’t).
The number of tributes to the man was enormous, and so effusive in the language – before we had Oscar speeches and BAFTA awards. I am talking serious praise from serious people.
‘The morning star,the guide and the pioneer of true philosophy’ Coleridge
‘He is really, really the genius; he…
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