Name: Magicopolis Bar @PopHaydn
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Magicopolis Bar

Pop Haydn 2026-09-23 | Magicopolis Bar

Billy Baque Photo Slideshow

Pop Haydn 2022-09-03 | Photos of Pop Haydn at the Magic Castle taken by Billy Baque.

Pop Haydn in the Palace of Mystery Jan 2022

Pop Haydn 2022-02-25 | Pop Haydn performs in the Palace of Mystery at the Magic Castle in Hollywood, Ca. January, 2022. Three routines: Six Card Trick, Color-Changing Scarf, Tantalus Tubes.

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Six Card Trick Jan 2022

Pop Haydn 2022-01-24 | Pop Haydn performs his Six Card Trick in the Palace of Mystery at the Magic Castle in Hollywood. Jan 22, 2022.

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Rings n Things Passing the Weights

Pop Haydn 2021-10-19 | Pop shows off new set of Chink a Chink weights on the market from Rings-N-Things.

My routine for Chink a Chink is here: www.PopsMagic.com

The set featured here is now available at Rings-N-Things: www.rnt2.com

I do not sell or profit from the Rings-N-Things product. I am happy to recommend it for use in my routine, which I do sell.

Chicago Surprise - Junkyard June 21

Pop Haydn 2021-06-22 | Pop Haydn performs his original routine, Chicago Surprise, at Junkyard Magic, Junkyard Café, Simi Valley, Ca. June 20, 2021.

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Peeked Cards to Pocket - Junkyard June 21

Pop Haydn 2021-06-22 | Pop Haydn performs his original routine, Peeked Cards to Pocket at the Junkyard Café in Simi Valley, California. June 20, 2021.

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Shell Game at Junkyard Magic, June 21

Pop Haydn 2021-06-22 | Pop Haydn demonstrates the shell game at Junkyard Magic, Junkyard Cafe, Simi Valley. June 20, 2021.

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The Old Bamboozle

Pop Haydn 2020-07-18 | This is the first performance of my routine the Old Bamboozle at a socially distanced birthday party for my next door neighbors, the Chesters on July 17, 2020. I have been waiting for a chance to try out this new presentation of a very old trick. It still needs a lot of cleaning up, but I am pleased with it so far. I have been hoping for a chance to perform it in front of a live group.

Sonnet 151 by William Shakespeare

Pop Haydn 2020-06-06 | Sonnet 151
Love is too young to know what conscience is,
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove;
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body’s treason.
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love—flesh stays no farther reason,
But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee
As his triumphant prize—proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
No want of conscience hold it that I call
Her “love” for whose dear love I rise and fall.

Sonnet 144 by William Shakespeare

Pop Haydn 2020-06-06 | Sonnet 144
Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,
Which, like two spirits, do suggest me still;
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman colored ill.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turned fiend
Suspect I may, but not directly tell;
But being both from me both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another’s hell.
Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.

Sonnet 138 by William Shakespeare

Pop Haydn 2020-06-06 | Sonnet 138
When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth
Unlearnèd in the world’s false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false speaking tongue;
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O love’s best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love loves not t' have years told.
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.

Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare

Pop Haydn 2020-06-06 | Sonnet 130
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

Pop Haydn 2020-05-31 | The Raven
by Edgar Allan Poe

Read by Pop Haydn

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Sonnet 129 by William Shakespeare

Pop Haydn 2020-05-21 | Sonnet 129
Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action, and till action, lust
Is perjured, murd'rous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoyed no sooner but despisèd straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had,
Past reason hated as a swallowed bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
Mad in pursuit, and in possession so,
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
All this the world well knows, yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.

Sonnet 119 by William Shakespeare

Pop Haydn 2020-05-21 | Sonnet 119
What potions have I drunk of siren tears,
Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw myself to win!
What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
Whilst it hath thought itself so blessèd never!
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted
In the distraction of this madding fever!
O benefit of ill, now I find true
That better is by evil still made better;
And ruined love when it is built anew
Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.
So I return rebuked to my content,
And gain by ills thrice more than I have spent.

Sonnet 117 by William Shakespeare

Pop Haydn 2020-05-21 | Sonnet 117
Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
Wherein I should your great deserts repay,
Forgot upon your dearest love to call,
Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day;
That I have frequent been with unknown minds,
And giv'n to time your own dear purchased right;
That I have hoisted sail to all the winds
Which should transport me farthest from your sight.
Book both my willfulness and errors down,
And on just proof surmise accumulate.
Bring me within the level of your frown,
But shoot not at me in your wakened hate,
Since my appeal says I did strive to prove
The constancy and virtue of your love.

Sonnet 86 by William Shakespeare

Pop Haydn 2020-05-21 | Sonnet 86
Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
Bound for the prize of all too precious you,
That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,
Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?
Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write
Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?
No, neither he, nor his compeers by night
Giving him aid, my verse astonishèd.
He, nor that affable familiar ghost
Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,
As victors of my silence cannot boast.
I was not sick of any fear from thence;
But when your countenance filled up his line,
Then lacked I matter, that enfeebled mine.

Sonnet 120 ~ William Shakespeare

Pop Haydn 2020-05-16 | SONNET 120

That you were once unkind, befriends me now,
And for that sorrow, which I then did feel
Needs must I under my transgression bow,
Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.
For if you were by my unkindness shaken,
As I by yours, y' have pass'd a hell of time,
And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken
To weigh how once I suffer'd in your crime.
O, that our night of woe might have remember'd
My deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits,
And soon to you, as you to me, then tendered
The humble salve which wounded bosoms fits!
But that your trespass now becomes a fee;
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.

After Death, Nothing Is ~ Seneca

Pop Haydn 2020-04-20 | Pop Haydn recites the poem "After Death Nothing Is..." from Act II of Troas by Seneca, translated by Jasper Heywood, 1559.

From the Trojan Chorus at the latter part of Act II
of Troas, translated by Jasper Heywood 1559

After Death nothing is, and nothing Death;
The utmost Limits of a Gasp of Breath.
Let the ambitious Zealot lay aside
His Hope of Heav'n; (whose Faith is but his Pride)
Let slavish Souls lay by their Fear,
Nor be concern'd which way, or where,
After this Life they shall be hurl'd:
Dead, we become the Lumber of the World;
And to that Mass of Matter shall be swept,
Where things destroy'd with things unborn are kept;
Devouring Time swallows us whole,
Impartial Death confounds Body and Soul.
For Hell, and the foul Fiend that rules
The everlasting fiery jails,
Devis'd by Rogues, dreaded by Fools,
With his grim griesly Dog that keeps the Door,
Are senseless Stories, idle Tales,
Dreams, whimsies, and no more.

Terence, this is stupid stuff

Pop Haydn 2020-04-17 | Pop Haydn recites Terence this is stupid stuff by A. E. Housman.

A. E. Housman (1859–1936) A Shropshire Lad. 1896.
LXII. Terence, this is stupid stuff

‘TERENCE, this is stupid stuff:
You eat your victuals fast enough;
There can’t be much amiss, ’tis clear,
To see the rate you drink your beer.
But oh, good Lord, the verse you make, 5
It gives a chap the belly-ache.
The cow, the old cow, she is dead;
It sleeps well, the horned head:
We poor lads, ’tis our turn now
To hear such tunes as killed the cow. 10
Pretty friendship ’tis to rhyme
Your friends to death before their time
Moping melancholy mad:
Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.’

Why, if ’tis dancing you would be, 15
There’s brisker pipes than poetry.
Say, for what were hop-yards meant,
Or why was Burton built on Trent?
Oh many a peer of England brews
Livelier liquor than the Muse, 20
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God’s ways to man.
Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink
For fellows whom it hurts to think:
Look into the pewter pot 25
To see the world as the world’s not.
And faith, ’tis pleasant till ’tis past:
The mischief is that ’twill not last.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where, 30
And carried half way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a sterling lad;
And down in lovely muck I’ve lain, 35
Happy till I woke again.
Then I saw the morning sky:
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;
The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet, 40
And nothing now remained to do
But begin the game anew.

Therefore, since the world has still
Much good, but much less good than ill,
And while the sun and moon endure 45
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure,
I’d face it as a wise man would,
And train for ill and not for good.
’Tis true, the stuff I bring for sale
Is not so brisk a brew as ale: 50
Out of a stem that scored the hand
I wrung it in a weary land.
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the embittered hour;
It should do good to heart and head 55
When your soul is in my soul’s stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.

There was a king reigned in the East:
There, when kings will sit to feast, 60
They get their fill before they think
With poisoned meat and poisoned drink.
He gathered all that springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more, 65
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling, seasoned sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat; 70
They poured strychnine in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white’s their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt.
—I tell the tale that I heard told. 75
Mithridates, he died old.

[In Just-] ~ e e cummings

Pop Haydn 2020-04-14 | Pop Haydn recites [In Just-] by e e cummings

in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman

whistles far and wee

and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it's
spring
and

the

goat-footed

balloonMan whistles
far
and
wee

[Buffalo Bills] ~ e e cummings

Pop Haydn 2020-04-14 | Pop Haydn recites [Buffalo Bill's] by e e cummings.

Buffalo Bill ’s
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus

he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blue-eyed boy
Mister Death

Gods Grandeur ~ Gerard Manley Hopkins

Pop Haydn 2020-04-14 | Pop Haydn recites God's Grandeur by Gerard Manley Hopkins. Written 1877.

God's Grandeur
by Gerard Manley Hopkins

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

The Windhover ~ Gerard Manley Hopkins

Pop Haydn 2020-04-13 | Pop Haydn recites the Windhover by Gerard Manley Hopkins.

The Windhover
by Gerard Manley Hopkins

To Christ our Lord
I caught this morning morning's minion, king-
dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!

Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!

No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.

Pied Beauty ~ Gerard Manley Hopkins

Pop Haydn 2020-04-13 | Pop Haydn recites Pied Beauty by Gerard Manley Hopkins.

Pied Beauty
by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Glory be to God for dappled things –
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.

Spring and Fall ~ Gerard Manley Hopkins

Pop Haydn 2020-04-13 | Pop Haydn recites Spring and Fall by Gerard Manley Hopkins.

Spring and Fall
by Gerard Manley Hopkins

to a young child

Márgarét, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! ás the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wíll weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.

Thou Art Indeed Just, Lord ~ G M Hopkins

Pop Haydn 2020-04-13 | Pop Haydn reads Thou Art Indeed Just, Lord by Gerard Manley Hopkins.

Thou Art Indeed Just, Lord
By Gerard Manley Hopkins

Justus quidem tu es, Domine, si disputem tecum; verumtamen
justa loquar ad te: Quare via impiorum prosperatur? &c.

Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend

With thee; but, sir, so what I plead is just.

Why do sinners’ ways prosper? and why must

Disappointment all I endeavour end?

Wert thou my enemy, O thou my friend,

How wouldst thou worse, I wonder, than thou dost

Defeat, thwart me? Oh, the sots and thralls of lust

Do in spare hours more thrive than I that spend,

Sir, life upon thy cause. See, banks and brakes

Now, leavèd how thick! lacèd they are again

With fretty chervil, look, and fresh wind shakes

Them; birds build – but not I build; no, but strain,

Time’s eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes.

Mine, O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.

The Second Coming ~ W. B. Yeats

Pop Haydn 2020-04-11 | Pop Haydn recites "The Second Coming" by William Butler Yeats. Written in 1919.

The Second Coming
William Butler Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

She Walks in Beauty ~ Lord Byron

Pop Haydn 2020-04-11 | Pop Haydn recites "She Walks in Beauty" by Lord Byron (George Gordon).

She Walks in Beauty
by Lord Byron (George Gordon)

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Beowulf the Prologue

Pop Haydn 2020-04-11 | Pop Haydn reads the first 18 lines of the Prologue to Beowulf in the original Anglo-Saxon.

Modern English:

Now! We Spear-Danes, in ages gone,
Days of the clan-kings, knew glory.
How those princes did mighty deeds.
Shield Sheafson seized mead-benches
From many a man, among his enemies;
That terror of warriors flourished later,
After his first rescue as foundling,
Waxed under heaven, grew in honor,
Till near tribes, over the whale-road,
Had to yield to him, forced to submit,
Offer him tribute. That was a fine king!

Anglo-Saxon:

Hwæt! Wé Gárdena in geárdagum
þéodcyninga þrym gefrúnon,
hú ðá æþelingas ellen fremedon.
Oft Scyld Scéfing sceaþena þréatum,
monegum mǽgþum, meodosetla oftéah,
egsode eorlas. Syððan ǽrest wearð
féasceaft funden, hé þæs frófre gebád,
wéox under wolcnum, weorðmyndum þáh,
oðþæt him ǽghwylc þára ymbsittendra
ofer hronráde hýran scolde,
gomban gyldan. Þæt wæs gód cyning!

Sonnet 18 ~ William Shakespeare

Pop Haydn 2020-04-10 | Pop Haydn recites Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare.

Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Ozymandias

Pop Haydn 2020-04-10 | Pop Haydn recites Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley.

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Sonnet 121 ~ William Shakespeare

Pop Haydn 2020-04-10 | Pop Haydn reads Sonnet 121 by William Shakespeare.

Sonnet 121
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

’Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed
When not to be receives reproach of being,
And the just pleasure lost, which is so deemed
Not by our feeling but by others' seeing.
For why should others’ false adulterate eyes
Give salutation to my sportive blood?
Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad that I think good?
No, I am that I am; and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own:
I may be straight though they themselves be bevel;
By their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown,
Unless this general evil they maintain:
All men are bad and in their badness reign.

Sonnet 116 ~ William Shakespeare

Pop Haydn 2020-04-10 | Pop Haydn recites Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare.

Sonnet 116
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

Sonnet 30 ~ William Shakespeare

Pop Haydn 2020-04-10 | Sonnet 30
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan th' expense of many a vanish'd sight;
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end.

Sonnet 55 ~ William Shakespeare

Pop Haydn 2020-04-09 | Sonnet 55
William Shakespeare

Not marble nor the gilded monuments
Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme,
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone besmeared with sluttish time.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword nor war’s quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.
’Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending doom.
So, till the Judgement that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers’ eyes.

Sonnet 29 ~ William Shakespeare

Pop Haydn 2020-04-09 | Sonnet 29
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

Canterbury Tales Prologue

Pop Haydn 2020-04-08 | Pop Haydn recites the prologue to The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer in Middle English.

1 Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote
When April with its sweet-smelling showers
2 The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
Has pierced the drought of March to the root,
3 And bathed every veyne in swich licour
And bathed every vein (of the plants) in such liquid
4 Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
By which power the flower is created;
5 Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
When the West Wind also with its sweet breath,
6 Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
In every wood and field has breathed life into
7 The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
The tender new leaves, and the young sun
8 Hath in the Ram his half cours yronne,
Has run half its course in Aries,
9 And smale foweles maken melodye,
And small fowls make melody,
10 That slepen al the nyght with open ye
Those that sleep all the night with open eyes
11 (So priketh hem Nature in hir corages),
(So Nature incites them in their hearts),
12 Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
Then folk long to go on pilgrimages,
13 And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes,
And professional pilgrims to seek foreign shores,
14 To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;
To distant shrines, known in various lands;
15 And specially from every shires ende
And specially from every shire's end
16 Of Engelond to Caunterbury they wende,
Of England to Canterbury they travel,
17 The hooly blisful martir for to seke,
To seek the holy blessed martyr,
18 That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.
Who helped them when they were sick.

Chinese Linking Rings Feb 2020

Pop Haydn 2020-03-18 | Pop Haydn performs his original routine for The Chinese Linking Rings in the Magicopolis Theater of Illusions Magic Lounge in Santa Monica, CA. Feb 2020.

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Mongolian Pop Knot Feb 2020

Pop Haydn 2020-03-18 | Pop performs his original routine, The Mongolian Pop-Knot, at the Magicopolis Theater in Illusions Magic Lounge. Feb 2020.

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Color Changing Scarf Feb 2020

Pop Haydn 2020-03-18 | Pop Haydn performs his Color-Changing Scarf routine at the Pop Haydn's 21st Century Medicine Show at the Magicopolis Theater of Illusions Magic Lounge in Santa Monica, CA. Feb 2020.

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Tantalus Tubes Feb 2020

Pop Haydn 2020-03-18 | Pop demonstrates the Tantalus Tubes at the Pop Haydn 21st Century Medicine Show at the Magicopolis Theater at Illusions Magic Lounge in Santa Monica, CA. Professor J. C. Munns at the piano. Feb 2020.

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Teleportation Device Feb 2020

Pop Haydn 2020-03-18 | Pop demonstrates his invention, The Teleportation Device at Pop Haydn's 21st Century Medicine Show at the Magicopolis Theater of Illusions Magic Lounge in Santa Monica, CA. Professor J.C. Munns on the piano. Feb 2020.

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Magnetized Water Feb 2020

Pop Haydn 2020-03-17 | Pop clarifies customer concerns about Pop Haydn's Original Magnetized Water from California in Pop Haydn's 21st Century Medicine Show in the Magicopolis Theater of Illusions Magic Lounge in Santa Monica, CA. Feb 2020. Professor J.C. Munns at the piano. Camera by Billy Baque.

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The Amazing Miracle Oil Feb 2020

Pop Haydn 2020-03-17 | Pop pitches the Amazing Miracle Oil at Pop Haydn's 21st Century Medicine Show at the Magicopolis Theater at Illusions Magic Lounge in Santa Monica. Professor J. C. Munns at the piano.

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Newspaper Tear Feb 2020

Pop Haydn 2020-03-16 | Pop performs his newspaper tear at Pop Haydn's 21st Century Medicine Show at the Magicopolis Theater of Illusions Magic Lounge in Santa Monica, California. February 2020. Professor Jay Munns at the piano.

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Pop Haydns Medicine Show Feb 2020

Pop Haydn 2020-03-15 | Pop Haydn's 21st Century Medicine Show at the Magicopolis Theater of Illusions Magic Lounge in Santa Monica, California. Professor Jay Munns at the piano. February 2020.
Camera: Billy Baque

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Color Changing Scarf Feb 2020

Pop Haydn 2020-02-20 | Pop Haydn performs the Color-Changing Scarf at Scot Nery's Boobietrap! in Hollywood, California. Feb 2020.

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Pop at the Magic Castle Feb 2020

Pop Haydn 2020-02-17 | Pop Haydn performs in the Close Up Gallery at the world famous Magic Castle in Hollywood. February 2020.

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Boobietrap Feb 2020

Pop Haydn 2020-02-06 | Pop Haydn performs his Six Card Problem at Scot Nery's Boobietrap in Hollywood, California.

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