Sunday January 11th 2015
Richard Carlisle, who
died a long time ago, was given the name "Devil's
Chaplain" by the upper crust. He was fierce in his
promotion of radical ideas like Universal Suffrage and a
Free Press. His gatherings were sometimes called
"Gatherings of Infidels" by the nervous. He'd stand on
the dais and agitate for hours in horrible weather on
subjects ranging from Queen Mary to the Slave Trade.
Indeed there was nothing he didn't know everything
about. And I could go on, but in my own small world
Richard Carlisle is better known for the joy The Rabbit
of Usk - in one of his incarnations - used to take from
having dinner with Richard Carlisle.
While the Rabbit
of Usk is a man of many parts his memory of Richard Carlisle
primarily revolves around the "price of inks." The Rabbit
wanted to see his Travels published, and Richard
Carlisle would have published The Rabbit's Travels
if The Rabbit had had the resources to buy the ink. And
probably quite wise of Richard Carlisle not to invest his
own resources in Travels, because even back then
Travels was an unappreciated literary form. It
lacked "lolcat-factor," it was without any sort of
click-bait, and Richard Carlisle knew well enough his
vendors would just simply refused to yell "Rambling Prolix"
on the streets of London.