Drawing a blank

Although there are a few hundred lines of verse indisputably attributable to De Vere, none are in the characteristic Shakespearean blank verse or indeed, if one is being exact, any of the metrical forms used regularly by Shakespeare. There is very close to nothing whatsoever connecting the two men as writers.

Somehow Shakespeare too managed to resist (and sometimes caricature) silly fashions for strings of alliteration, lolloping fourteeners and far-fetched imagery, and came up with blank verse driven by the beat of the human heart. Germaine Greer 

Yet De Vere's favourite metre seems to have been the lolloping fourteener which fell out of favour in the 1590's and which Will only uses for parodying other writers.  Here is De Vere, lolloping in his fourteeners. People who claim they can see any kind of genius in this are either kidding themselves or arguing for argument's sake. 

Sitting alone upon my thought in melancholy mood,
Insight of sea, and at my back an ancient hoary wood,
I saw a fair young lady come, her secret fears to wail,
Clad all in colour of a nun, and covered with a veil;
Yet (for the day was calm and clear) I might discern her face,
As one might see a damask rose hid under crystal glass.
Three times, with her soft hand, full hard on her left side she knocks,
And sigh’d so sore as might have mov’d some pity in the rocks;
From sighs and shedding amber tears into sweet song she brake,
When thus the echo answered her to every word she spake:

In the real world, these similarities between the two poets do not exist. Will isn't really similar to anyone.

Here's a bit of Will, sighing on a moonless, flower-scented evening in Belmont. Half the cast will be arriving in the morning (these journey times from Venice really do take a bit of fathoming). Anyway, the real thing.

The moon shines bright: in such a night as this,
When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees
And they did make no noise, in such a night
Troilus methinks mounted the Troyan walls
And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents,
Where Cressid lay that night...

In such a night
Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew
And saw the lion's shadow ere himself
And ran dismay'd away..

In such a night
Stood Dido with a willow in her hand
Upon the wild sea banks and waft her love
To come again to Carthage.

Now some more De Vere, on his favourite subject again. Oxfordians account for the pedestrian cessquipedelia (that's sesqui+1, but written by De Vere) by claiming it is all the Earl's juvenilia. This is a strange thing for a 12-year-old to be writing.

My life through lingering long is lodged, in lair of loathsome ways,
My death delayed to keep from life, the harm of hapless days.

Here's Will doing fourteeners in Midsummer Night's Dream. Who does this sound like?

But stay: O spite! But Mark, poor knight, What dreadful dole is here?
Eyes, do you see? How can it be? O dainty duck, O dear.

I would go on but there are real poets, like Thomas Hardy, who know how to use fourteeners musically. Will is parodying poets like Oxford whose verse contains so many monosyllabic caesura that it hardly qualifies as verse. Furthermore, there is a masterful piece of work on the differences between the two poets here. The next time an Oxfordian insists on you reading Looney or Ogburn, insist that they read kj, who is a genius. Or, if I might be given liberty to express that in other words, please don't sue me for reposting your brilliant cryptographic discovery.

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The whole Oxfordian house of cards is founded on so-called 'similarities' and 'resemblances' in the work of the two writers 'discovered' by Looney, then restated by Ogburn, then academicised by Sobran when not one of them could tell Oxford from Churchyard, let alone Shakespeare. The modern generation of Oxfordian sages are no better. Roger Stritmatter, proved to be entirely unable to defend his assertion that a poem by Dyer contained Shakespearean qualities discernible by anyone 'widely read in the canon'.

If you can't see this—if you aren't dumbstruck by the idea that there are people who don't recognise the gulf in quality between Will and Ed and Thomas, you should take up stamp collecting or botany.

You don't belong in a discussion of the work of Will Shakespeare.

 

Constellation graphic from http://bardfilm.blogspot.co.uk/

 

How is it that De Vere never wrote a single line of blank verse?

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