LIT BITS V3 #332
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From: Peter Langston <psl>
Date: Mon, 27 Nov 100 16:27:06 -0800
Subject: LIT BITS V3 #332
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Excerpted-from: LITERARY CALENDAR V3 #332
Today is Tuesday, 28 November 2000; on this day,
418 years ago (1582),
A bond is entered to secure the marriage of William Shakespeare and
Anne Hathaway at Stratford-upon-Avon.
306 years ago (1694),
In Osaka, Japan's greatest haiku poet, Matsuo Basho, dies. His 1684
journey to northern Japan gave the poet the material for one of the
loveliest works of Japanese literature, _Oku no hosomichi_ (_The Narrow
Road to the Deep North_, 1694).
243 years ago (1757),
William Blake--artist, poet, and mystic--is born in London.
141 years ago (1859),
Washington Irving dies in Tarrytown, New York, at the age of 76,
shortly after publishing the fifth and final volume of his biography
of George Washington. His last words: "When will this end?"
124 years ago (1876),
In an article for the _Atlanta Constitution_, Joel Chandler Harris
first uses the pseudonym Uncle Remus.
96 years ago (1904),
English writer known for her witty novels of upper-class life, Nancy
Mitford is born in London. One of her most widely read books will be
_Noblesse Oblige: An Enquiry into the Identifiable Characteristics of
the English Aristocracy_ (1956), in which will be shown the distinction
between linguistic usages that are U (upper class) and those that are
non-U (not upper class). [Like saying "home" in place of "house"? -psl]
40 years ago (1960),
In Paris, France, American writer Richard Wright dies. His first
popular work was _Uncle Tom's Children_, his most famous, _Native
Son_, the story of Bigger Thomas's accidental killing of a white girl
which makes clear and immediate his hitherto vague awareness of
antagonism from the white world.
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 dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest 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.
© 2000 Peter Langston