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"Attempt the impossible to improve your work."
- Bette Davis -- born of this date in 1908.
the 5th Earl of Carnarvon dies of a mysterious illness said to be the result of the mummy's curse.
Mi Amigos, beware.
We ride dangerous trails today.
THE STARS BLEED AT MIDNIGHT will tell more of the "truth" of the mummy's curse. Listen to it:
Until then, if Egypt and mysteries are to your liking. read DEATH IN THE HOUSE OF LIFE:
http://www.amazon.com/DEATH-IN-THE-HOUSE-LIFE-ebook/dp/B00HIU5O38/
Now onward down my Outlaw Trail --
Hard trails sometimes make for pure souls:
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On this day in 1928 Maya Angelou was born in St. Louis, as Marguerite Johnson.
(We literary outlaws choose our own names, si?)
As George Elliot said (his The Mill on the Floss was published on this day in 1860):
"We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it."
Angelou has said that her remarkable and varied life — prostitute, dancer, actor, writer, activist, educator, academic — has been made possible
by a "remedy of hope" made from reading, courage, and "insouciance."
On this date in 1859, Charles Darwin sent to his publisher the first three chapters of ORIGIN OF SPECIES,
which laid out his radical evolutionary theory of natural selection:
“If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week.”
― Charles Darwin, The Autobiography of Charles Darwin, 1809–82
On this date in 1968, Martin Luther King Jr. is shot to death by James Earl Ray at a hotel in Memphis, Tennessee.
His assassination led to riots in more than 100 US cities
and a call from the United States President Lyndon Johnson for citizens to reject the blind violence that has taken Dr King who had lived by non-violence.
James Earl Ray was convicted of his murder and sentenced to 99 years in prison.
“Life is not the way it’s supposed to be…
It’s the way it is…
The way we cope with it,
is what makes the difference between a good life and a bad one.”
-- Samuel McCord
And speaking of Grief,
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D could stand for Dickinson -- Emily Dickinson:
"I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing Eyes--
I wonder if It weighs like Mine--
Or has an Easier size.
I wonder if They bore it long--
Or did it just begin--
I could not tell the Date of Mine--
It feels so old a pain--
I wonder if it hurts to live--
And if They have to try--
And whether--could They choose between--
It would not be--to die--
I note that Some--gone patient long--
At length, renew their smile--
An imitation of a Light
That has so little Oil--"
“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.”
― Emily Dickinson
Hi Roland, wow, that Emily Dickenson poem was deeply moving - and then hearing it read aloud (I like being read to) brought a tear to my eye.
ReplyDeleteThe many interesting snippets of lives come and gone, impacting those that follow, both good and bad - history, it is the window, both into a mind and through a soul.
With appreciation, Jenny
Your words meant a great deal to me this evening, Jenny Like being read to? Listen to the free audio sample by the gifted narrator, Robert Rossmann: https://www.amazon.com/Her-Bones-Are-Badlands/dp/B00JEOI1BI/ref=tmm_aud_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=
DeleteSamuel McCord is just so quotable!
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