Creatives not so much out of the spotlight . . .
It's Sol's day and while the sun is bright on the mailbox here in TulseyTown, it is a mild day.
Trump's mouth may get him in jail. Excellent outline from Joyce Vance. This item is here because, IMO, he is “swimming against the stream.” It's not that one cannot do so, it's that such choices have consequences, if not fundamental to its Way.
It's the 214th anniversary of Alfred, Lord Tennyson's birth. The Victorian poet was born born on this date in 1809 Lincolnshire, England. He succeed William Wordsworth as Britain's poet laureate, and Queen Victoria conferred on him the title of baron, arguably making him the first poet ever to sit in the House of Lords based solely on the merit of his verse.
Anne Hathaway died 400 years ago today. The wife of William Shakespeare was 67 today in 1623.
While sex and babies before marriage was frowned upon in the British Isles' churches of their times – Hathaway and Shakespeare were no exception – it was still not a rare exception. Ex: Scotland's beloved poet and bard Robert Burns stood before his church a third and final time on this day in 1786, as public penance for "antenuptial fornication" with Jean Armour. After many year of twists and turns ending in a final marriage and 9 children (according to Garrison Keillor), on the day of Robert Burns' funeral in 1796 Ms. Armour is said to have exclaimed upon taking in one of his illegitimate daughters to raise, "Our Robbie should have had twa [two] wives."
Comin Thro' tha Rye
Oh Jenny 's a' weet poor body
Jenny 's seldom dry,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie
Comin thro' the rye.
Gin a body meet a body
Comin thro' the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body —
Need a body cry.