Birds carry them

by Christos Polydorou

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William Shakespeare had a sister. Her name was Judith. She was talented in the arts, like her brother; the same material available to him was available to her, but when no one was around, of course. Little Judith read, read until the words, which would pelt themselves at her face like pebbles, eventually transformed into straits that poured from the pamphlets into her mind, third. She understood the availability of wings, and of the necessity of constantly having to be theatrical in real life, to protect herself…no, not herself, but what she had been blessed to carry forth. The blazing baton, burning with Word. Insult writers all you like, call them miserable eccentrics, call them callous, egomaniacal fucks, but then let them to do what they feel utterly compelled to do in every single moment of their life, to protect that baton burning inside of them, with Word, and attempting to express it. Judith, for example acknowledged, but she would never admit, out of respect for her elders, that she was more talented than her brother; this was sixteenth century London, and women were not as minorly liberated as they are minorly liberated today (in comparison to men, of course). In her, Word burnt brighter, which meant, of course, that she was more in danger; the world of men is crushed by truth only, and if it comes from a woman, it is especially flattening! Even so, Judith tried. She ran away from her home from Stratford-Upon-Avon and walked to London, and, lo and behold, ended up in a theatre where, naturally! she had to dress up as a boy to get any exposure. But soon enough, it was discovered that she was not who she said she was, and so she was poisoned by the murderous theatre owner (aren’t they all?) and was buried at Elephant and Castle. The theatre owner believed he had destroyed her, and Word which burnt bright in her, but really all he did was plant it, like a tree. Judith trees grow in millions, across UK now, and of course parts of Europe, Asia, and America. Tree seeds spread.

Birds carry them.

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