The Earl of Who?

So imagine you've got a favourite poet. One whose work is not widely known, but it ought to be. He's irreverent, outrageous, screwed his way around the London society, wrote the most filthy poems you can think of, got thrown out by the king for a small and quite tame little verse, went and captured New Amsterdam for England, came back, swived some more then died of syphillis at the age of 33 and had a deathbed conversion to Catholicism as so many of those people did.

Now imagine the best person in moden day cinema to portray him.

Johhny Depp is currently in production for The Libertine, a biography of the life of John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester.

*POING*

Not many other cast memebrs listed, but John Malkovich for Charles II somehow fits very nicely.

I present for your enjoyment three of his poems. The first is the one he supposedly got in trouble with the King (Charles II) for:

God bless our good and gracious King,
Whose promise none relies on;
Who never said a foolish thing,
Nor ever did a wise one.

The second poem, not suitable for gentle eyes, is entitled Régime de Vivre. Please be aware that it is not for the easily-shocked among us.
( Obscene language behind this cut )

And my utter utter favourite, Signior Dildo. Yes, it is about exactly what the title says.
( again, cut to save tender eyes )

Most of the titled ladies named were the wives of the courtiers and lords of England - the other women were the well known courtesans and favourites of both Rochester and the King. About the only one who escaped being named was Nell Gwynne, and one has to wonder why...

Dreaming through the problems.

Sick. Tired. Flu-ey. Not really awake. Hot-and-cold. I thought I was Ok but aren't really. I might beg off early tonight - or coast through the rest of the evening. Shame, though - it's quiet enough that I ought to be able to make it.

( Weird dream stuff below )