[Daily article] February 18: Lazarus Aaronson

Lazarus Aaronson (18 February 1895 – 9 December 1966) was a British
poet and a lecturer in economics. As a young man, he belonged to a group
of Jewish friends who are today known as the Whitechapel Boys, many of
whom later achieved fame as writers and artists. His diction and verbal
energy have been compared to those of his more renowned and innovative
Whitechapel friend, Isaac Rosenberg. Reviewers have traced influences in
Aaronson’s poetry from the English poet John Keats and from Hebrew poets
such as Shaul Tchernichovsky and Zalman Shneur. Aaronson lived most of
his life in London and spent much of his working life as a lecturer in
economics at the City of London College. In his twenties, he converted
to Christianity; a large part of his poetry focused on his conversion
and spiritual identity as a Jew and an Englishman. He published three
collections of poetry: Christ in the Synagogue (1930), Poems (1933), and
The Homeward Journey and Other Poems (1946). Although he did not achieve
widespread recognition, Aaronson gained a cult following of dedicated

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Today’s selected anniversaries:


A coalition of Russian medieval states defeated the Livonian
Brothers of the Sword at the Battle of Wesenberg near present-day
Rakvere, Estonia.


Vasil Levski, the national hero of Bulgaria, was executed in
Sofia by Ottoman authorities for his efforts to establish an independent
Bulgarian republic.


The Empire of Japan established Manchukuo, a puppet state in
northeastern China during the Sino-Japanese War.


Joseph Goebbels, Hitler’s propaganda minister, delivered the
“total war speech” to motivate the German people when the tide of World
War II was turning against Germany.


Eight gunmen stole approximately US$50,000,000 worth of
diamonds from a Swiss-bound aircraft at Brussels Airport, Belgium.

Wiktionary’s word of the day:

1. (countable, uncountable) The killing of one’s own nephew.
2. (countable) One who kills his or her own nephew.

Wikiquote quote of the day:

  The essence of our God is obscure. It ripens continuously; perhaps
victory is strenghened with our every valorous deed, but perhaps even
all these agonizing struggles toward deliverance and victory are
inferior to the nature of divinity. Whatever it might be, we fight on
without certainty, and our virtue, uncertain of any rewards, acquires a
profound nobility.  
–Nikos Kazantzakis

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