February 2012
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on hiatus.
“Into my heart on air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are...”
– A. E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad XL (via proustitute)
libraryland:
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant – Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind -
— Emily Dickinson
fakeaccentuniversity:
The Jam - The Bitterest...
“Something deeply felt, was to create a gulf between ourselves and others, who,...”
– Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
The death of Elizabeth Siddal remembered at... →
Via Jan Marsh:
The 150th anniversary of Elizabeth Siddal’s death on 11 February 1862 from an opiate overdose is being marked at her graveside in Highgate Cemetery tomorrow morning, with a display in the newly redecorated funeral chapel in splendid Puginesque style, and a lecture in the evening. If weather permits – ice and snow create hazardous access to off-path graves – the Cemetery tours...
notophelia:
Divababble: And this is only earth, my dear
After giving each painting a few minutes’ close examination, and chatting for a few minutes with the lovely middle-aged lady who was kind enough to take a snapshot of me next to Ophelia, I took a seat on a nearby bench and scribbled a dozen-plus journal pages of observations, not so much on the paintings themselves, but on the way...
theshipthatflew:
Joy Division - A means to an...
I will not rest until you all love Stephen Leacock...
beatonna:
I go back and read Stephen Leacock just to remind myself that I’ll never be this smart and funny but I’d damn well better try at least.
Here is one of the best pieces, Gertrude the Governess, a parody of the Victorian novel from his Nonsense Novels collection:
On the Care & Repair of Books
The rather unfortunate incident of having a long-forgotten ticket stub, or some other such seemingly harmless slip of paper, fall out from between the pages of some long-forgotten, long-ago read book has most certainly befallen every reader. If not proof that our pasts come back to strike us, then the ticket stubs, scrawled notes, postcards, etc., certainly serve as reminders that the dead do...
mythologyofblue:
Not ropes, thorns.
-Anne Carson from Glass, Irony, and God
