Just when I thought it was safe to pack my mallet away for the Olympics, a whole load more Voynich moles popped up (if you remember the arcade game Whac-a-Mole, it’s a lot like that). I go through all this stuff so that you don’t have to…
(1) Tom O’Neill claims in a YouTube video that the Voynich Manuscript is written in a polyalphabetic cipher that, after three and a half years of exhausting labour, he has finally cracked. His decrypt of the first paragraph of f1r goes something like this (I’ve had to guess at a few words, but I think it’s generally pretty close):-
Woman, this mouth sense in the daytime, Lisa do you taste on the side of rich lips, bias corely that away from love dies from will. Nymph, nymph, know this male, he adores for company. My estate because of a lover, mistress of a house, say this or mouth our love between one another, that our faith on the side of a mountain. Would that destroy this cord asunder?
Personally, I prefer his YouTube videos where he dresses up in army fatigues, calls himself Commander or Admiral Mansfield, proclaims his desire that we should all fight the New World Order, and recites his own rather gory poetry. But taste is a subjective thing, I guess.
(2) Algorithmic music programmer “Dan of Earth” has released a noise thing called Voynich Was Here, self-described on archive.org as “algorithmic composition as applied to horrible noise”. Even what appears to be its biggest fan on the Internet has trouble seeing its positives:-
“Some might find Voynich Was Here more interesting to read about than it is to listen to, but that would be factoring out the small, subtle nuances that are difficult to pick up on. The intent listener will be focused on hearing those shifts in sound, however small they are.“
(3) Here’s a quicky link to an upcoming unsolved mystery comic book thing called Hic + Hoc, that’s going to be covering the Voynich Manuscript (along with a load of other stuff) fairly soon, I guess.
(4) And lastly – inevitably, it would seem – comes a Voynich theory proposing not only that the Olympic stadium in Stratford is a pagan altar, but that the blueprints for it might well be in the Voynich Manuscript’s nine-rosette page. Shocking stuff, but very possibly not entirely true, it has to be said.