david baxter 🐳

[david baxter 🐳 @AWEFinn]

@Keats_Shelley When through the old oak forest I am gone,
Let me not wander in a barren dream...

[Keats-Shelley House @Keats_Shelley]

#OTD in 1822 P.B. Shelley died off the coast of Tuscany.
We'd like to remember Shelley through Lord Byron's own words in a letter to John Murray on 3 August 1822: "You are all brutally mistaken about Shelley who was without exception – the best and least selfish man I ever knew."

[The Romanticism blog @Wordsworthians]

“The English winter - ending in July to recommence in August” Byron, Don Juan

[The Romanticism blog @Wordsworthians]

#OTD 1818, Keats and Brown arrive in Lancaster on the eve of the parliamentary election. The inns are full and they have to wait two hours to dine. Keats finds the sound of the Lancaster mills ‘the most disgusting of all noises’

[david baxter 🐳 @AWEFinn]

#r4today
Michael Gove; "The reason some councils are going is bust because of poor leadership."

Ironic a senior member of the most useless Government in living memory accusing others of poor leadership.

[david baxter 🐳 @AWEFinn]

#BBCLauraK
Mark Harper: "A vote for anyone other than Conservative will be a vote for Labour with a blank cheque."

Didn't you have a blank cheque when mini-Trump Johnson was PM? And what did he do? Party during a virus lockdown & unlawfully prorogue Parliament.

[La femme merveilleuse invisible @larwoolf]

Françoise Hardy 1944-2024 🖤RIP

Françoise Hardy Forever

[david baxter 🐳 @AWEFinn]

#r4today

Where is the Deputy Prime Minister Oliver Dowden is the campaign? Maybe he's secretly jumped ship and nobody's noticed.

[The Romanticism blog @Wordsworthians]

#OTD 1818 Keats writes to Benjamin Bailey

"I want to read you my ‘Pot of Basil’ if you go to Scotland I should much like to read it there to you among the Snows of next Winter"

[david baxter 🐳 @AWEFinn]

@Paul_Edmondson @stanley_wells @JohnKeatsTweet1 @AdamSmy36314691 @robert_stagg @paulajaynebyrne @profbate His letters are admired almost as much as his poetry.

[Paul_Edmondson @Paul_Edmondson]

Dipping into Keats's letters, & he is as fully alive, & brilliant, & open-hearted as usual. This is from 12 March 1819 to his brother & sister-in-law in the U.S.A. @stanley_wells @JohnKeatsTweet1 @AdamSmy36314691 @robert_stagg @paulajaynebyrne @profbate

[The Romanticism blog @Wordsworthians]

#OTD 1800 Coleridge writes to Godwin “If I cannot procure a suitable house at Stowey, I return to Cumberland and settle at Keswick–in a house of such prospect, that if, according to you and Hume, impressions and ideas constitute our Being, I shall have a tendency to become a God”

[david baxter 🐳 @AWEFinn]

#r4today
Jeremy Hunt: "Let's look at the facts because it's the best place to start."

Fact: 37 billion on track and trace.

Fact: Liz Truss.

Fact: HS2.

Fact: Incompetence, stupidity, cronyism.

[Historic Vids @historyinmemes]

Charlie Chaplin’s dance moves in Modern Times, 1936

[david baxter 🐳 @AWEFinn]

#BBCLauraK
Here's a suggestion, Grant Shapps. Why don't you privatise defence? Give the contract to one of your mates who can subcontract to a Chinese company wholly owned by the Chinese government and Sunak can boast it's a good deal for the taxpayer? What do you think?

[Les mots rares @LesMotsRares]

A la boulangerie :
- Bonjour monsieur, à combien est la part de pizza ?
- 5€ madame mais il y a une réduction pour les jolies filles.
- Ah ! Alors c'est combien pour moi ?
- 5€.

[The Romanticism blog @Wordsworthians]

#OTD 1821 Shelley writes to Byron from Pisa

"I live in... seclusion from society, which indeed I could not bear, even if it could bear me"

[📚Cosmos Littéraire🌌 @cosmoslitterair]

Quel son extraordinaire pour tout amoureux de la littérature !

La voix est celle de Guillaume Apollinaire, blessé en 1916 durant la guerre quelques temps après avoir obtenu la nationalité française, blessure dont il ne se remettra jamais. Il mourut en 1918, achevé par la grippe espagnole.

Le texte qu’il lit est son propre poème, sans doute l’un des plus beaux de la poésie mondiale, « Le Pont Mirabeau ».

Entendre un poète lire son propre texte, et de surcroît lorsque ce poème est aussi mythique, je trouve cela incroyable !

[Jed Pumblechook @JedPumblechook]

Adieu, adieu! my native shore
Fades o'ver the waters blue;
The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar,
And shrieks the wild sea-mew.
Yon sun that sets upon the sea
We follow in his flight;
Farewell awhile to him and thee,
My native Land-Good Night!

Byron takes his leave, 1816