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Everything has its season
Everything has its time
Show me a reason and I’ll soon show you a rhyme
Cats fit on the windowsill
Children fit in the snow
Why do I feel I don’t fit in anywhere I go?

Rivers belong where they can ramble
Eagles belong where they can fly
I’ve got to be where my spirit can run free
Got to find my corner of the sky

Every man has his daydreams
Every man has his goal
People like the way dreams have
Of sticking to the soul
Thunderclouds have their lightning
Nightingales have their song
And don’t you see I want my life to be
Something more than long….

Rivers belong where they can ramble
Eagles belong where they can fly
I’ve got to be where my spirit can run free
Got to find my corner of the sky

So many men seem destined
To settle for something small
But I won’t rest until I know I’ll have it all
So don’t ask where I’m going
Just listen when I’m gone
And far away you’ll hear me singing
Softly to the dawn:

Rivers belong where they can ramble
Eagles belong where they can fly
I’ve got to be where my spirit can run free
Got to find my corner of the sky

I just finished watching Anonymous for the umpteenth time.  Twice.  And then once more.  Let me preface this post by letting you know that I irrefutably stand behind William Shakespeare and believe with all my heart and soul that he is who he claimed to be – this world’s greatest writer.

That being said, I loved this film.  With a surprisingly phenomenal cast led by Rhys Ifans as Edward De Vere, the Earl of Oxford whom Roland Emmerich gives credit for the Shakespearean writings.  The plot is so finely put together that I could tell Emmerich was not simply telling a story he read somewhere.  He truly stands behind this work and believes that Shakespeare was nothing more than a whining, self-important gluttonous and lecherous drunk.

Having just completed a novel in November 2010 based loosely upon the life of William Shakespeare and his family’s link to the secrets of immortality, it was an amazing experience to see the time frame brought to life properly.  The last film in which I saw William Shakespeare as a character was Shakespeare in Love which, while entertaining, was not even remotely based upon the reality that surrounded his life.

I remain a firm believer that Shakespeare was the actual writer of the Shakespearean plays, poems and sonnets.  I have my reasons and hope to share them with you in the near future.  However, I do believe that Roland Emmerich made some valid and interesting points in his argument of Shakespeare’s claim to fame.  There are many mysteries that are, as of yet, unsolved.

There is a line near the end of the film by the writer Ben Johnson that more addressed the Shakespearean writings than the man who wrote them that I felt was the most beautiful way of expressing his love for the plays.  He said first to Edward De Vere through a curtain of passionate tears:

“I find your words the most wondrous heard on the stage.  On any stage, ever.  You are the soul of the age.”

And then later to Edward’s wife:

“My Lady, you, your family, even I, even Queen Elizabeth herself will be remembered solely because we had the honor to live whilst your husband put ink to paper.”

If you’re not familiar with the histories surrounding Edward De Vere and his relationship with the Court of England, I will not spoil the film for you.  I highly recommend the movie for any fan of the Shakespearean writings no matter which side of the debate you stand on.

I’ve told you of my belief that William Shakespeare is the true writer.  What’s your opinion?  Was Shakespeare a writer?  Or was he a mask for the real writer?

So why should a blog be any different?  I have so many different topics I want to discuss that I can’t seem to find out who my target audience is…or focus on one particular topic at a time.  I’m honestly quite terrible at it.  Like really bad.  I’ve probably been through literally hundreds of blogs in the last 5 years.  Pathetic, I know.

Well, it’s got to be the New Year for some country somewhere so here I am making my resolution again.  This blog is a catch-all.  The name, Hey, Call Me a Treasure Hunter, comes from one of my favorite video games, Final Fantasy VI.  I’m a firm believer that all art is theft.  I’ll explain my reasons for that later on in this blog.  For now, suffice it to say that I consider myself a treasure hunter, not a thief, not a hoarder.  I explore, I collect, and I hunt for the newest rush.

If you like it, great.  If you don’t, well, I guess the blog’s free…so you can either read it or not.  It’s up to you.