“Run from what’s comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I’ll be mad.”
About a thousand years ago I had a website selling my hand-crocheted handbags. The above was my tagline. From the poem below. POETS DAY? I still have well over 100 handmade handbags here. Never sold a single one on t’internet. GAVE away, free gratis and for nothing, more than a few to family members :o( […]
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I’ve a soft spot for this poet. He has so many links for me. His mother was sister to Robert Dudley, 1st Earl of Leicester. His sister was Mary (whom some think might’ve written the Bard’s works.) He fell out with Edward de Vere, 17th Earl of Oxford and challenged him to a duel. Which […]
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I have a huge fondness for Ben Jonson. I’ve come across him many times during my research. He was a Wit, a Scholar and a Brainiac ;o) Poor POET-APE, that would be thought our chief,Whose works are e’en the frippery of wit,From brokage is become so bold a thief,As we, the robbed, leave rage, and […]
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If there is just ONE SINGLE thing that can turn me from a Baconian to an Oxfordian it is THIS… GB 14th March 2019 : Cathars/Starfort/Oxford And Inspector Morse. And Lewis. And AW. AND KEN BRAN x I’ve said before that the authorship of the Shakespeare plays was not important to me. Who ever wrote […]
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We live and learn! I had no idea, until yesterday, that this poem was by Will Shakespeare. Shame on me :o(
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The above are not MY words. I wish I had the wisdom and the knowledge to write such things. I’ve always leaned more towards Carl Gustav than Sigmund. So has the author of this piece, methinks.
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East Coker – T.S. Eliot is the link. Try a sample read by Jeremy Irons whilst I recover from a Voice Schwoon? WASTELAND Vibe. Sigh.
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“All This I Did Without You” I didn’t plan to do this one but it played next and I listened. Then I shared. TGIF :o)
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As each hour/day/week/month/year passes – I’m loving MY homeboy poet more and more. Listen and weep. P.S. I never got past episode one of VIKINGS. Go figure!
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Whilst researching an academic paper titled “The Books of Secrets…” the very last person that I expected to come across was Samuel Taylor Coleridge. In Xanadu did Kubla KhanA stately pleasure-dome decree:Where Alph, the sacred river, ranThrough caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. It’s confusing. Is this “subterranean bloodline” DEMONIC or UNACKNOWLEDGED? Does […]
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I’m feeling VERY Byronic today aka MAD.BAD. DANGEROUS TO KNOW! Get over it. I can’t place the accent exactly. But this is such a beautiful reading of part of Byron’s Poem.
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…A stately pleasure-dome decree By Samuel Taylor Coleridge – if I’m not very mistaken. The same poet who wrote Rime of the Ancient Mariner. Yes? No? Shrug. Watch Holly and the gang and SEE – down to the sunless sea – the pleasure-domes of today ? Or not. Another shrug.
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Hidden History Research 