Have Umbrella - Will Travel

Dear Richard,

RE: Have umbrella and will travel

I have great collection of umbrellas. I have experience standing in line for hours to see you in person, so standing around for hours next to you would be a dream "devoutly to be wished". I also love to travel and have been told I'm a good travel companion. Like you, I'm a quiet person, so would leave you alone with your character marinade (unless you wanted to talk, of course).

Please consider this an application for your personal traveling umbrella holder.

(Mads, for you too of course).

Fabo

By the way Richard, I'm good with ice packs too, if you should need that again.


http://whiterosewritings.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-do-you-get-ice-pack-job.html


(my eternal admiration for all those who work behind the scene in the entertainment industry, movies, TV, theater, all of those wonderful things we get to enjoy, and never think about all those working so many hours to make it happen)

New Peter Hambleton (Gloin) Interview from Hobbitcon 3 - The Hobbit

Who is the smartest of the Dwarves?

Happy Birthday Richard Armitage - August 22, 2015

 HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR RICHARD

 (writing to RA in more than 140 characters)

What a wonderful work year this has been for you.

From The Crucible to Brain on Fire

What a wonderful year this has been for us too, your fans/well-wishers.  It has always been, and continues to be, a wonderful adventure to follow your career.  

I've been quietly celebrating that it's been ten years this year since I first saw you as John Thornton.  

You have been a revelation as The Great Red Dragon my dear, and I can't believe there are only two episodes left.  I hadn't watched Hannibal before, but once again you helped me discover something I've enjoyed, something I wouldn't have discovered if not for you.

It's been fun also to join the Fannibals on Thursdays and now Saturdays to watch you become both Francis and the Red Dragon. (And I also lurk on Wednesdays). I'm not quite a Fannibal, but it has been such fun again to be part of a global group having fun with the moment, and being part of your moment to shine. (And amazed at how scary yet vulnerable your Francis is.) I haven't felt this much part of a world group dynamic since The Hobbit premieres. Yes, I miss those too already. Will you miss them, I wonder. 

Any Hobbit EE fan events in NYC this fall? Just asking.

Bravo for all the universally wonderful reviews of your performance as Francis Dolarhyde and the Red Dragon. So well deserved and I'm in awe.  My wish is that the elusive American audience will finally, finally, discover how wonderful you are.

So excited for the future, all the films you've worked on that we have yet to see, and the ones we know you'll be working on, and all the movies, TV shows, book narrations, and etc. you will surprise and enthrall us with in the future to come.

And all the interviews.  I love your interviews. 

Thank you for all the books I would have never read, or listened to, or known about, or explored,if not for you. Thank you for all the authors I've discovered.  I started a list on the blog of the most recent Armitage related/recommended books I'm reading. You are  my Book Guru.

This special day is not only your wonderful birthday Richard, but Happy Twitterversary too....One Year Twitterversary.

I know it has to be challenging at times, Twitter I mean.  I wasn't one of the ones that wanted you to join Twitter, I didn't think you would. But I am very grateful and happy that you did and appreciate all you share with us. Always enjoy when you tease us or tweet us clues we have fun trying to decipher. I do hope you also find some true enjoyment being on Twitter and having us, your fans/well-wishers, share a few moments with you.  At least I hope you enjoy Twitter most of the time. I hope you really enjoy Twitter today and all your happy birthday wishes.

Very Happy Birthday lovely man, lovely Richard - have a beautiful birthday day.  

Feliz Cumple

Forgive me for getting sentimental today....

I do not love thee!—no! I do not love thee!

And yet when thou art absent I am sad;

And envy even the bright blue sky above thee,

Whose quiet stars may see thee and be glad.

I do not love thee!—yet, I know not why,

Whate’er thou dost seems still well done, to me:

And often in my solitude I sigh

That those I do love are not more like thee!

I do not love thee!—yet, when thou art gone,

I hate the sound (though those who speak be dear)

Which breaks the lingering echo of the tone

Thy voice of music leaves upon my ear.

I do not love thee!—yet thy speaking eyes,

With their deep, bright, and most expressive blue,

Between me and the midnight heaven arise,

Oftener than any eyes I ever knew.

I know I do not love thee! yet, alas!

Others will scarcely trust my candid heart;

And oft I catch them smiling as they pass,

Because they see me gazing where thou art.

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Hannibal Tonight - Tweet from Richard Armitage this morning

@NBCHannibal @DeLaurentiisCo @neoprod @BryanFuller @HannibalRoom FD gets 'sticky with it' tonight 10pm pic.twitter.com/wKLzvsj0yZ

— Richard Armitage (@RCArmitage) August 15, 2015

Who was Thomas Butts and More Blake Poetry

 How is the Butts research going D? or should I call you John?

(Watch episode 310 of Hannibal)

I think I'll suggest to Audible, and not for the first time that Richard Armitage should record a selection of William Blake's poems.

From the tiny bit of research I've done, Thomas Butts, mentioned by Francis Dolarhyde (Richard Armitage) as his research reason for wanting to see Blake's painting:

 was Blake's benefactor. He bought Blake's drawings and paintings for 30 years.  

Who was Thomas Butts:
 

"Thomas Butts (d. 1845), another friend whose relations

with Blake remained untroubled over a long period, had

first met Blake about 1793, through what connexions is

not known. He was so consistent a buyer of Blake's works

that he was referred to as "my employer", and the Butts

collection became so large that it was, throughout the

nineteenth century, the chief repository of Blake's artistic

output. To Butts Blake was always able to open his heart,

and it was Butts's regular payments, as will be seen from

the accounts and receipts printed here, that kept the wolf

from his door. Butts lived in Fitzroy Square, near enough

to Blake for him sometimes to take his payment in the

form of coals, and he even sought to increase Blake's

income by engaging him to instruct himself and his son,

young Tommy, in drawing and engraving. Both Blake

and posterity owe a debt to Thomas Butts which cannot

be computed, though the only letter from Butts to Blake

which has been preserved suggests that Butts was a dumb

admirer of genius, which he could see but did not quite

understand. Butts has often been referred to as "Muster-

master General", and indeed his family seems to have led

Gilchrist to believe that he enjoyed this title, but Mr.

G. E. Bentley jr. has found by reading the Muster-master

General's papers in the Public Record Office that he

was no more than chief clerk in the office and wrote

the letters concerned with the enlistment of soldiers,

sharing this work with his two sons. His salary for this

employment was very modest and it is difficult to see

how he could afford the generous patronage he gave to

Blake unless he had other sources of income. He did,

in fact, die a wealthy man and it seems probable that

he was a judicious investor in commodities and real

estate."

From  The Letters of William Blake by Geoffrey Keynes

Blake wrote a poem dedicated to Butts:

To Thomas Butts

By William Blake  (1757–1827)

 

TO my friend Butts I write           

My first vision of light,  

On the yellow sands sitting.       

The sun was emitting    

His glorious beams                 

From Heaven’s high streams.    

Over sea, over land,      

My eyes did expand      

Into regions of air,          

Away from all care;               

Into regions of fire,        

Remote from desire;     

The light of the morning              

Heaven’s mountains adorning: 

In particles bright,                  

The jewels of light          

Distinct shone and clear.              

Amaz’d and in fear         

I each particle gazèd,     

Astonish’d, amazèd;             

For each was a Man       

Human-form’d. Swift I ran,         

For they beckon’d to me,            

Remote by the sea,       

Saying: ‘Each grain of sand,                

Every stone on the land,              

Each rock and each hill, 

Each fountain and rill,    

Each herb and each tree,             

Mountain, hill, earth, and sea,         

Cloud, meteor, and star,              

Are men seen afar.’       

I stood in the streams   

Of Heaven’s bright beams,         

And saw Felpham sweet                    

Beneath my bright feet,              

In soft Female charms; 

And in her fair arms       

My Shadow I knew,       

And my wife’s Shadow too,              

And my sister, and friend.           

We like infants descend               

In our Shadows on earth,            

Like a weak mortal birth.             

My eyes, more and more,                  

Like a sea without shore,             

Continue expanding,     

The Heavens commanding;        

Till the jewels of light,   

Heavenly men beaming bright,        

Appear’d as One Man, 

Who complacent began               

My limbs to enfold         

In His beams of bright gold;        

Like dross purg’d away        

All my mire and my clay.              

Soft consum’d in delight,             

In His bosom sun-bright               

I remain’d. Soft He smil’d,           

And I heard His voice mild,                 

Saying: ‘This is My fold,

O thou ram horn’d with gold,    

Who awakest from sleep            

On the sides of the deep.           

On the mountains around                  

The roarings resound    

Of the lion and wolf,      

The loud sea, and deep gulf.      

These are guards of My fold,     

O thou ram horn’d with gold!’          

And the voice faded mild;           

I remain’d as a child;      

All I ever had known      

Before me bright shone:             

I saw you and your wife                      

By the fountains of life.

Such the vision to me    

Appear’d on the sea.

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