The puns are not my fault (say I?
Says the vanishing blankness?)
Shakespeare did it. I evoked him,
and he made me do it.
He, whoever he was, great
filler of blanknesses, himself
is blankness, an emblem of blankness,
fill in the blank: Will Shakespeare,
Bacon, Marlowe, Earl of Oxford.... Will
the real Will please stand up?
Or if Shakespeare is/was simply Shakespeare,
who was that?
Easier to say who he is than who he was.
And, except for a clutch of scholars,
who cares; ah, there's the blankness.
To find Shakespeare, read the plays:
The play's the thing wherein we'll catch
the conscience (that empty thing)
of the king -- who was only the distorted
image of the real king -- who was but
a ghost -- and ghosts, we like to think,
are blank sheets, which brings us back
to this page's recent past...
"O Page! Go find my nephew, Hamlet."
(Dark-Clouded Claudius to non-entity Osric.)
And the page runs to Hamlet's quarters
(something indecent about "ham" with "quarters").
Time to entertain the majesties
with a spot of fencing. The page goes
"BEEP!" And the rest is silence.
Note: More Hamlet: "Ah, there's the blankness" (referring
to truths ignored by all but a few scholars) alludes to "Aye,
there's the rub" ("to sleep, perchance to dream, aye...")
more from "tube he or not tube he" (aren't we all
tubes with openings at top and bottom? And full of tubes -- veins,
arteries, pipes for attachment to other tubes...). Stanzas 4 and
5 are also, obviously, all about Hamlet. Hamlet stages a play, hoping
thereby to "catch the conscience of the king. Osric is the
page sent by Claudius to invite Hamlet to his final duel (fencing
another form of boundary or bourne). Osric is a page. Pages
beep, right? Hamlet's quarters indecent because a hamlet
would seem to be a small ham, and hams attach to hind-quarters (which
support our head-quarters).