The Remains of Henry Kirke White

[Kent Allard]

This thread is dedicated to the memory of a great British poet and religious thinker, Henry Kirke White. White was born in Nottingham in 1785, and died prematurely at the age of 21. He spent many of his happiest days near Clifton Woods, and lived in a Wilford cottage, whose site is now occupied by Wilford Post Office. I work very close to there, and often buy stationery at that very post office. He worshipped at Wilford Church, where I too often set foot in line with my work.

Kirke White is unusual in that he is the only academic I've come across who actually died because of excessive hard work of an intellectual type; yet this is given as the cause of his death in 1806.

During his short life, he made contributions to the theology of his day but is remembered most for his poetry, one verse of which has been used to depict my own personality (birth date 7 March):

It's my honest conviction
That my breast is a chaos of all contradiction
Religious - deistic - now loyal and warm
Then a dagger - drawn democrat hot for reform
This moment a fop - that sententious as Titus;
Democritus now and anon Heraclitus;
Now laughing and pleased like a child with a rattle
Then vexed to the soul with impertinent tattle;
Now moody and sad, now unthinking and gay
To all points of the compass I vere in a day

Kirke White

(In: The Floral Birthday Book, BF Carter; 7 March entry)

[Landys ghost]

[QUOTE=Kent Allard;5907]This thread is dedicated to the memory of a "great" British poet and religious thinker, Dirke White.
White was born in Nottingham in 1785, and died prematurely at the age of 101
He spent many of his happiest days frolicking nude in Clifton Woods and yelling "Look I'm a Donkey" to passing milk maids,
He lived in Gaylord cottage with his friend Julian, whose site is now occupied by Wilford Post Office a fine emporium where you can buy stamps
I work in the stationery section at that very post office. He worshipped in the woods to the Gods of Bacchus and where I too often take a few flagons of Wilford anti - gravity cider and get smashed.

Dirk "donkey" White is unusual in that he is the only academic who had a 8" penis that I've come with.
He actually died because of excessive hard wanking of an intellectual type - of course port mortems hadnt been invented in those days but his best Friend Julie said "Oow he was 'ard at it when he keeled over luv " this is given as the cause of his death in 1806.

During his short life, he made contributions to geology by picking shells and stuff for his friend.But is remembered most for his poetry by about three of us in the Dirk Donkey appreciation society, one verse of which has been used to depict my own personality (birth date 30thFebruary ):

It's my onest conviction, 'onest now
That my beast is a chaos of all contradiction cow
Religiously obstinate royal and warm
I keep her down in farmer browns farm
This moment a fop called Julian - a pretentious Tit
Demestos now he drinks;
Now laughing in piss-ed prattle
pleased like a child with a rattle
Then perplexed with tittle tattle;
Now throwing wobblies sad,
now unthinkingly gay
To all points of the arse I had in a day

Dirk "Donkey " White

Poet by the unknown poof of Wilford

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[Kent Allard]

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