Award Time: Richard Armitage, Hugh Dancy, Dean O'Gorman, Sean Bean

(Don't know who created this image - saw it in tweet from Kirk Whelan-Foran)

Great news from the Critic's Choice Award

GUEST ACTOR/ACTRESS IN A 

DRAMA SERIES

Richard Armitage 

 Hannibal – NBC

Congratulations Richard

ACTOR IN A DRAMA SERIES

Hugh Dancy – Hannibal – NBC

And

ACTING ENSEMBLE

Trumbo

Dean O'Gorman in the cast

(Trumbo cast also nominated for a SAG Award)

The Martian

Best Picture

Sean Bean in the cast 

 The awards will be held on January 17 at the Barker Hangar in Santa Monica. It will air simultaneously on A&E, Lifetime and LMN.

The Critics' Choice Movie Awards (formerly known as the Broadcast Film Critics Association Award) is an awards show presented annually by the Broadcast Film Critics Association (BFCA).

 The awards were originally named simply Critics' Choice Awards. In 2010, the word Movie was added to their name, to differentiate them from the Critics' Choice Television Award, which were first bestowed the following year by the newly created Broadcast Television Critics Association. The name Critics' Choice Awards now officially refers to both sets of awards collectively. (Wikipedia)

The Broadcast Television Critics Association was formed to represent the professional interests of those who regularly cover television for TV viewers. 

http://www.criticschoice.com/

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)

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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