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From time to time, I will be reposting revisions of poems, and also moving the original postings to a section entitled Unedited Drafts.

I realize that some might think I am trying to inflate the number of poems I have posted to Postpoems, but this is not my motive, as I have never given much thought to the number of poems that appear on my page.  Yes, right now it is 4490, with a couple of repeaters in there because I could not bear to part with the originals, while revising them for subsequent appearance.  The Unedited Drafts section will help me to more carefully control and organize these poems.

The first entry in the Unedited Drafts section is a poem, a militantly revisionist poem, about the historical figure of whom I wrote my first real (that is, with footnotes and full bibliography) research paper, during the spring term of my sophomore year in high school (most likely April 15th through June 6th, 1974):  Richard III.  During my freshman year, I had viewed (on Easter break of 1973), Laurence Olivier's performance of William Shakespeare's play, Richard III.  Whiile I very much enjoyed Olivier's interpretation, I doubted the accuracy of the play's dramatic content; and, a year later, having read Thomas B. Constain's monograph, The Last Plantagenets, I became convinced that Shakespeare had either been duped by, or recruited to expand upon, Tudor propoganda which had been established to legitimize the reign of the Welsh upstart and usurper, Henry Tudor, reigning as Henry VII:  this began largely in the reign of his son, Henry VIII (who murdered two of his wives, made the other four miserable, including possibly child-molesting his fifth wife---whom he later beheaded---while she was yet a minor and while he was still married to the fourth), a service provided by Thomas More, who was later canonized by the Roman Catholic Church due to his martyrdom for opposing the foundation of the Anglican Church.  Shakespeare's play was heavily influenced (and, I often suspect, plagiaristically influenced) by More's account.  Perhaps being too romantic (I am a minor poet, not a scholar) I cannot believe that Richard Plantagenet, who ardently loved and was as ardently loved by Anne Neville, daughter of the Earl of Warwick, could also have been the scumbag described by More and his lackey, Shakespeare.

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