Yet another Anglophile.
“‘Tis glorious misery to be born a man,” generally taken to refer to a hen-pecked husband, is in fact a misquotation of verse by the 17th century Romford and London poet, Francis Quarles, dealing with human mortality.
“Rhinoceros of the highlands / Beast coming from the South, it comes along steaming, / It comes from Pompi and from Kgobola-diatla.” With excerpts from oral poetry about cattle and other domestic and wild animals, marijuana, bicycles and the 2nd Boer War; with Kipling and other European South African railway poetry; and with Hugh Masekela as uitsmyter.
Stamina, blaze up your space, plus I got it on camera. Lower Clapton’s wildlife and some audiovisual plans.
Cranking it up along the River Lea.
The latest barrel organ news from Hackney, London.
Past performance is no guide to future performance, my dears.
Other doctor-novelists; why musicians can’t write.
Restif de la Bretonne goes one step beyond Shakespeare and says that poetry is the language of Gods and beasts, and that reason speaks in prose.