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Time for bed, kids

Here's a lullaby for you from Samuel Taylor Coleridge. If you have little kids, or if you are baby-sitting little kids, or if you have little kid relatives, make sure you show them this before putting them to bed:



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Jan. 28th, 2013 03:18 am (UTC)
If this works its way into my dreams tonight, l will rain upon this journal a plague of earworms plentiful enough to make grown men weep.
Jan. 29th, 2013 12:14 am (UTC)
I'm a big fan of Coleridge. Here's a beautiful poem (especially when he starts talking to his sleeping infant son):

Jan. 29th, 2013 12:22 am (UTC)
It is, indeed, a very beautiful poem. Forgive me for doubting, given the image accompanying the previous one. And luckily for you, I did not dream of steaming, frightful fiends. I dreamed of peeling paint and plaster.
Jan. 29th, 2013 12:33 am (UTC)
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner is scarier than hell. It's like reading the transcript of a bad acid trip. In fact, Coleridge was addicted to opium.

As for peeling paint and plaster, it sounds like you've been doing some landlord stuff.
Jan. 29th, 2013 01:56 pm (UTC)
Virgil Finlay
You'll note from his signature in the bottom right hand corner of this illustration that it was drawn by the late, and great, Virgil Finlay. Virgil grew up in Rochester NY and his claim to fame came from drawing for the pulp magazines of the 30's and 40's -- Wierd Tales, Amazing Stories, and the like. I came to know and admire his work in the early 70's -- shortly after his death -- and since then he's been properly recognized as a master of his craft.

Edited at 2013-01-29 01:58 pm (UTC)
Jan. 29th, 2013 11:48 pm (UTC)
Re: Virgil Finlay
Thanks for the information. Rochester, eh? I'm going to have to check out more of his stuff.
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