#elegies

[7pleiades7]

Lesbia and her Sparrow, (detail), (1907), by Sir Edward John Poynter (1836 – 1919), oil on canvas, 49 cm (19.2 in) x 37 cm (14.5 in), Private Collection

[loserlovesmusicals]

Watching an interview with Bill Finn and this man was so fucking funny.

"Especially when I was writing Marvin, I would think, Make him worse, make him worse.. What can I do to make him worse? "

The video

[one-paper-bag]

william finn musicals. you agree. reblog.

[mothersuperiorjumpedthegun]

every thing bill has written changed my life, I am who I am today because of him. I obviously didn't know him personally, but he was a huge part of my self-discovery. may his memory be a blessing.

[phierecycled]

i really cannot properly express what william finn’s work has meant for me.

his art is what made me realise how important and powerful theatre is. he reminded me of the strength that comes with being entirely unique and not being afraid of your art’s original style.

i’ve found so much purpose in his work over the years; his shows just get me. i wrote an extended critical response about falsettoland over the course of 9 months last year, which caused me to greatly appreciate the craft of bill finn, and how he used his gifts as a composer and author to express his pain, grief and anger- and get audiences to share in this.

thank you, mr finn. for everything.

may his memory be a blessing

[biggestwilliamfinnfan]

do you think bill finn knows about the hundreds of thousands of mentally ill teenagers who think about his silly music 24/7 without end

[late4dinnerlateagain]

Shout out to everyone listening to Bill Finn’s entire discography and crying

[artemlegere]

The Return of Tibullus to Delia

Artist: Dante Gabriel Rossetti (English, 1828-1882) Date: 1868 Medium: Watercolour and bodycolor with gum arabic on paper Collection: Japanese Private Collection

Description

The Return of Tibullus to Delia was an unusual subject for Rossetti, based upon a classical Roman source – the first book of Tibullus’ Elegies, lines 82-92;

‘Live chaste, dear love; and while I’m far away, Be some old dame thy guardian night and day. She'll sing thee songs, and when the lamp is lit, Fly the full rock and draw long threads from it, So, unannounced, shall I come suddenly, As 'twere a presence sent from heaven to thee.'