[ SECRET POST #3039 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #3039 ⌋

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[Starsky and Hutch]


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(legend of Zelda)


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[Ernest Hemingway (and his cat)]













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Comments

[(Anonymous)]

He was a working producer. He had a theatre company, and it's possible that his name is on the work as the leader of the company and of their writing team. I don't mean to say that he didn't actually write most of it, either. Look at the sonnets, those are presumably fully his own work.

That's why anti-Stratfordianism seems so bizarre to me. That level of output is not something I see Francis Bacon doing in his spare time, and that level of consistent quality is not something I see someone coming up with writing away from the stage and that life.

[(Anonymous)]

Yeah, the idea of a relaxed and refined gentleman sitting in his study, dashing off whatever took his fancy does not jibe with the documented life of a working playwright and theatre performer who needed to sell tickets and pack the house night-after-night. That is hard work, you'd have to be on site pretty much constantly and talking shop with the actors and various street hawkers to see what the public wanted. The image of the elegant bard is a victorian invention.