Color Me Curious
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RMH
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Product Placement
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
if i look back, i am lost
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The Stonewall Inn
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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header: (left to right) The editors of ‘The Marlburian’ magazine: Harold W. Roseveare, Geoffrey P. Guillebaud, Sidney Woodroffe, 1914. Courtesy of Marlborough College.
profile picture: Patients at the Pavilion Hospital for Limbless Men, 1917.
ahhh just finished reading in memoriam after putting it of forever it's so good
why did i wait so long?!
running in circles going insane etc...
omg word welcome to the insanity. i’m still obsessed with this book even after reading it nearly 3 years ago…
Riding the high of recommending WWI books to one of my friends.
Irish Wolfhound wearing a Brodie helmet
Many animals, mainly horses, dogs, donkeys, and pigeons, served both world wars alongside their masters. Some dogs and sometimes cats were kept as mascots, their job was to cheer up soldiers.
For Remembrance Day some wear a purple poppy as a symbol to honour animals that have been victims of WW1 and all the conflicts that followed it.
'Dulce et Decorum Est' by Wilfred Owen (1920)
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-nines that dropped behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time, But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime... Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,— My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
do you guys ever try to find wilfred owen literature but keep coming across transportation and economics essays written by some american scholar of the same name
or is that like a me thing
i mean… alrighty then
do you guys ever try to find wilfred owen literature but keep coming across transportation and economics essays written by some american scholar of the same name
or is that like a me thing
they should make a saluting emoji that looks tired. exhausted even. one that got to the airport at 3:30 AM perhaps. dare I say a saluting emoji that's about to stuck in an overnight layover in dallas. hypothetically!
you got it boss
might’ve heard that it’s been 107 years since wilfred owen died . that may be news to some.
new type of guy just dropped
oomf just said rupert brooke looks like marty mcfly im so distressed
James Wilby as Siegfried Sassoon and Stuart Bunce as Wilfred Owen in Regeneration. (1997)
"i asked chatgpt-" well i ask henry gaunt and he said hed shoot us all if we dont go over the top
thoughts about im au were either gaunt or ellwood is a medic? cause i cant get over the Dynamic™️ of fixing up someones wounds and how hot that is
British gay/bi male writers and their social circles
As a great admirer of gay literature, the social circles of gay and bisexual male writers is something that piques my interest. Due to the dangerousness of the matter in the past and also because it revolves around a relatively small niche, it seems that there was high level familiarity between these figures. The United Kingdom, a country whose literary input has abundant homoerotic tones, is a very adequate setting to analyze such a configuration.
I've been building a graph on this subject for some time, and now it seems mature enough for me to post it. It's a diagram based on friendship connections — deep or superficial —, although romantic and family-related connections are also included. Just a mutual recognition of existence isn't enough to justify a connection (otherwise most of them would be linked to Wilde!), and rivalries were not considered too. All the writers included were born during the Victorian and Edwardian eras (1837-1910), where this interconnectivity seemed particularly strong.
This is just an early version, as I imagine there is still a considerable amount of information that I missed. Therefore, I'm very open to suggestions and comments on it!
(Three Irishmen were also included in the diagram: Stoker, Wilde and Reid)
their gay social circles were so small that i like to call them the Fruit Loop
Just saw the word "underfed" written down and spent a good ten seconds trying to imagine what the state of being "derfed" could possibly be, and how one would go about undoing it, before it clicked.
"WW1 soldiers were underfed" fuck man... Not only they sent them off to a war, but then they took their derf away too?? Fucked up
