February 23, 2006
Shakespeare death mask reevaluated as genuine.
Which is just the latest act in the ongoing drama as to which portraits are genuine, (me, I prefer the Canadian one, of course). And why should it even matter what Bill looked like? What is his image compared to his words?
Original link from some other place, I think it started with an 'F'...
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I like the theory that he was . . umm . .the Queen's . . doctor? . . . No wait that's the Jack-the-Ripper theory . . or is it? Well crap. Somebody figure out who he was and report back here.
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O wot is that disagreeable honking noise? Firefox says it has disabled a pop-up, but there is this disembodied sound! Eek! Can it be a Coagulation of Shakespearean ghosts has struck? *for the first time in his life, contemplates Shakespeare as Clarabell Clown* ...I am thy father's ghost, doomed to honk...
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Firefox can justify its censorship however it pleases. To bad there's no hair stuck to the death maske. Maybe they could have compared the DNA to any living descendents.
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Seems like a fake to me. Even without the hair for a DNA test, they could still presumably test for the age of the article. All they really did here was decide that it looked like some paintings.
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Nah, it's not him.
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It's really Bacon.
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Marlowe!
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Middleton! Rowley! Both!
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Not Bill!
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Mebbe Jonson!
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Kevin Bacon? Wow, he really can be linked to everybody.
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It's sad to me that the custom of effigies and death masks has passed. Nobody will know what we looked like. Oh, yeah. Pictures and stuff. But still, the effigies and masks are so awesome!
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Shakepeare has a Bacon # of 2: William Shakespeare wrote Hamlet with Donald Sutherland as Fortinbras; Sutherland was the pothead prof in Animal House with Kevin Bacon playing that ass-monkey
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Then Will is also linked to al-Qaeda.
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Favorite Shakespeare work? . . . Midsummer Night's Dream.
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hmmm...I love The Tempest and have a soft spot for Romeo and Juliet. also, Julius Caesar is fantastic, just so well written, very rousing!
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I know it's cliché, but I'm a total Hamlet girl. I guess it's a tie with the sonnets. Wait, can I choose a favorite comedy AND tragedy? 'Cause Much Ado About Nothing is ye olde shiznit.
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Favourite Shakespeare? That's like asking for my favourite pencil, ice cream, or cheese. I love them all!
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Othello. If only because no-one quite knows what to make of it. Aside from the late Irving Layton...
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Favourite Shakespeare? That's like asking for my favourite pencil 2B - or not 2B?
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King Lear. By far his darkest, most beautiful, most devastating work. Though if we went for "favorite passages," it's hard to beat the St. Crispin's Day speech from Henry V. I get goosebumps reading or hearing it, even when the actors suck.
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Everyone knows that Shakespeare's best play was The Lion King, you fucking retarts.
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Othello, because Iago is the best bad guy EVAR.
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That one with Gwyneth Paltrow.
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Admittedly, kit, that was a good one. Shakespeare was a bit of a wanker there, but Gwyneth's nips totally overcame that.
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I LOOOOOOOVE legitimate the-a-tre when it has nipply goodness!
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Verdict on the death mask, other portraits. Also -- Bill said to have died of Lymphatic Cancer.
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As hard as it is to say it, Quid wins. 2B...HAH HAH!
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Holy shit, yes he does.
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The Buddha was not portrayed at first. Time passed. People couldn't stand not being able to picture him. Folk asked questions. But there was nothing to point at and say, See here. By and by, it started with a footprint. One. Single footprints erupted all over India. Some of them got quite fancy, with little symbols imprinted in 'em, a new one for every toe. Aye, they went for baroque. Next thing ye know, statues appeared. Of Buddhas sitting, Buddhas standing, Buddhas reclining after a meal. Then immense huge giant Buddhas carved into cliffsides. After that came drawings and paintings, with Buddhas twiddling their fingers, Buddhas afloat in Cloud-cuckoo-land. And now behold the holographic Buddhas. Are ye enlightened yet? So much from early nothingness emerged. Willy, ye just better watch out, that's all. 'Cause half of 'em think you're somebedy else anyway.
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Favourite Shakespeare? Troilus and Cressida all the way, dude.
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Bu dha MAN, bees!
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The Scottish Play.
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Lear! Nothing will come of nothing, and all that. Ah, yes.
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Besmirching of Venice.
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Two Genitals of Bologna.
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Tightus Androgynus
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Haven't we done all this before?
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Yes, Quid, I'm sure we have. You know how tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable or recorded time, and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Now, let's real aloud from "Cory's Old Anus."
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Again with the Shakespeare porn.
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sonnet LXIX.
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Give a thousand monkeys a thousand typewriters, and eventually, al kinds of porn will emerge.
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Has emerged.
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THE THINGS I WILL NOT DO WHEN I DIRECT A SHAKESPEARE PRODUCTION, ON STAGE OR FILM 16. Battle scenes will not be presided over by a ridiculous contraption resembling a death-bot. 18. I will not forget that although he's a wonderful character, there are other people in the Henry IV plays besides Falstaff. 27. If I am running an annual Shakespeare festival, I will acknowledge that there are plays beyond A Midsummer Night's Dream and Twelfth Night.
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1. The ghost of Hamlet's father will not be played by the entire ensemble underneath a giant piece of diaphanous black material. Beautiful! I'd pay full admission just for this. I think I might be having the urge to direct a Shakespeare play right about now.
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I believe you want this thread.
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what th' . . . take 2.
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