Magicman
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In a recent post, I quoted Shakespeare. Old memories dragged themselves to the forefront. Was William Shakespeare one person? Could a cunning, handsome young urchin entice a soon to be heiress into contributing to the church and an alderman of failing status in the community of Stratford-en-Avon to create a record of baptism for a William Shakespeare? Could a young actor beguile a performing troop into consolidating their skills, the master poet, the skilled story teller, the witty humorist, the cynical actor, the pretentious troop leader, into creating a play refined during presentations in cheap theatres until it was ready to be presented on the London stage? The double entendre woven into the works, the poetic magic to make the words linger in the memories of those who attended, the double-edged knife cutting into the traits of mankind and the politics of the past and present and baring them to the audience – is it possible that one man could deliver this to the world? Were “The Lost Years” the result of the man, the troop, breaking apart for reasons unknown? Was the second period, returning from those years, the establishment of a troop whose leader, William, bitter from the dolts in the audiences who could not see what was place before them, who would not act to rectify the wrongs of the world, a time when the audience required the veils be removed, the tragedies be presented to open their eyes?
History is a story clouded by a fog paid for by patrons. I don’t care if Shakespeare was one man, two men or a dozen or more. I am grateful to the man who created what we have before us today.
How do you fell about Shakespeare and who he may have been?
History is a story clouded by a fog paid for by patrons. I don’t care if Shakespeare was one man, two men or a dozen or more. I am grateful to the man who created what we have before us today.
How do you fell about Shakespeare and who he may have been?