Somehow I missed the recent passing of this man, whose bizarre life should stand as a warning to all diarists - and, more especially, bloggers. Just imagine if he'd gone online...
I note that he was a Swedenborgian.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
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Nice detail about his 1200 poems of which, on his own admission, maybe 5 or 6 were good.
ReplyDeleteBeing surrounded by Swedenborgia does notmake you a Swedenborgian!
ReplyDeleteGood point David - that was a low blow on my part. Nothing wrong with Swedenborg (apart from prolixity).
ReplyDeleteReminds me of an episode of the TV show, Monk. In the episode, Monk is staying at an old house formerly owned by a diarist from the 1800's who wrote books and books filled with the most inane topics. It's later revealed that the diarist had murdered his partner for gold and had hidden the gold by melting it, mixing it with black ink, and then using it to write the diaries.
ReplyDeleteIngenious Tom, dashed ingenious...
ReplyDeleteReminds me of Joyce Carol Oates.
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