indeed this is another of them "observation" things, look you see. and once more it's something what i gone done saw down in that there London (innit). well, i am spending more time in the place than i ever thought i would, but that has turned out to be not such a bad thing.
blue plaques, ladies and gentlemen. these are put up, mostly, by an organisation (or institute) called English Heritage (i think). officially, at the least, for others - for fun or to prove a point - have placed them here and there. most famous of these recently (mid 2024) was a Lidl in Manchester, with theirs saying that Liam Gallagher almost played a concert there. anyway, generally (if not always) these plaques, what are blue, are placed on buildings where either someone of significance lived or otherwise did something of importance in the place. the one i saw was for the former, if that means the first of them two. certainly not the middle one.
normally i would wander past these things oblivious, but for some reason this one managed to catch my attention. just as well that it did, i suppose. well, if it did not, this post would not exist.
unlikely that you can make it out in the above, but that's a blue plaque proclaiming (or celebrating) that the poet Percy Bysshe Shelley once lived at this address. in 1811, apparently.
due to my background in studying literature (which, no, is not immediately obvious from my writing skills on display here) i, from time to time, get asked about a preferred, "favourite" or most admired poet. it is lovely to be asked, as it allows me to unleash yet another quasi quote from A Bit of Fry & Laurie. so, when asked, i get to answer "i don't really pretend to understand poetry, i am an english student you see, not a homosexual". when this 'joke' inevitably (or invariably) falls rather flat, yes, i do put forward the comment that Shelley is a favourite.
favourite poem? specifically off of Shelley? easy one that. as far as i am aware there is no copyright infringement on the go in me presenting it here for you. if interested.
Love's Philosophy
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—
See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?
above is indeed one of them "close up" pictures of the blue plaque. dark blue, i suppose, if you would really care for specifics. not, it's not a good picture is it. let me give some consideration to getting a phone what has a much more better camera welded to it. very disappointing, Samsung.
well, i can't think that all that many casual readers here would have all that much interest in my bad pictures or worse writing. but if you stumbled on this and enjoyed the poem, that's one decent thing what i have gone done with the day today.
be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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