Today is the anniversary of Alfred Tennyson's birth in 1809.
In Tennyson's day, poetry was meant to be read aloud among groups of people, as a form of parlor entertainment, like karaoke.
That's the sort of pasttime I just wish would be magically ressurected. Not by me of course, I hate reading aloud. I just want to be read to.
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Oh I love to be read to. Something about it. Very relaxing. Sometimes I get books on tape just to have the feeling.
hi naomi,
long time since i commented on your blog, but that doesn't mean i haven't been reading it, just very busy at work at the moment. still love reading your blog and look forward to your thoughts.
take care
claire
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