Treacherous, Lecherous Fiction

Hi, my name's Hugh and this is my blog about art. I'm doing a degree in English at the University of Birmingham and my favourite author is Virginia Woolf. My focus is mostly on stuff since World War 1 but particularly the more experimental stuff.

[doafhat]

Can’t we just get beyond Thunderdome?

[treacherouslecherouslit]

That is one obscure joke.

[alex-of-the-breakers-family]

Literally me

[sublimequotesilove]

Very gently and quietly, almost as if it were the blood singing in her veins, or the water of the stream running over stones, she became conscious of a new feeling within her. She wondered for a moment what it was, and then said to herself, with a little surprise at recognizing in her own person so famous a thing: it’s happiness.

Virginia Woolf. (via sublimequotesilove)

Source?: None but the quote itself.

Woolfiness Rating: 2 out of 5 Woolfs.

Did Virginia Woolf Say That?: No.

[treacherouslecherouslit]

Did Virginia Woolf Say That?

I’m genuinely considering doing a series of posts with quotes that have been attributed to Virginia Woolf that she never said or wrote. So many quotes on tumblr that are attributed to her I cannot find a single source for other than the quote itself. I’d need a better name though.

Perhaps we could rate each quote’s Woolfiness (i.e. how many semi-colons are there in it?).

[whenharrymetsallys]

[literaryreference]

It took me a second to realize this was a pun and not a joke about WWI-related literature/poetry (and/or Modernism generally).

[lord--byronn-deactivated2017060]

Me, at a dinner date: So are you an Oscar Wilde “Fling yourself on a divan and wail as a way to cope” type of person or are you a Lord Byron “Set up a boxing match with your servants as a way to cope” type of person?

[mossandmud]

I’d say I’m a Wordsworth “Run away from all towns and people and get lost up a hill” type of person.

[morleyss]

He [Nabokov] also reminds us of the main reason it is so hard [for us to notice that other people are suffering]: we all spend a lot of time inventing people rather that noticing them, reshaping real people into characters in stories we tell ourselves about ourselves, stories about how beautiful and rare we are.

Richard Rorty, Introduction to Nabokov’s “Pale Fire” (via morleyss)

[minima--moralia]

—into this stepped [Virginia] Woolf like a seahorse, delicate and fabulous and exactly as she should be. She went right over to the window and stood looking out until dinner was announced—the room affects her as being underwater and the rest of the evening was Wavesian.

May Sarton, describing Virginia Woolf in a letter to Edith Forbes Kennedy, featured in Selected Letters: 1916-1954 (via minima--moralia)

[whenharrymetsallys]

[literaryreference]

It took me a second to realize this was a pun and not a joke about WWI-related literature/poetry (and/or Modernism generally).

[hush-syrup]

Was there no safety? No learning by heart of the ways of the world? No guide, no shelter, but all was miracle and leaping from the pinnacle of a tower into the air?

From To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf (via hush-syrup)

[theworldoccurred]

For me the function of the theatre is to allow experimentation through art in a way that we are not able to experiment effectively in real life. If we experiment in the theatre, such as an act of extreme violence, then maybe we can repulse it as such, to prevent the act of extreme violence out on the street. I believe that people can change and that it is possible for us as a species to change our future. It’s for this that I write what I write.

Sarah Kane (via theworldoccurred)

[lithub]

“We lose ourselves in what we read, only to return to ourselves, transformed and part of a more expansive world.

Judith Butler, born today in 1956 (via lithub)

[reparrishcomics]

[brewstudies-deactivated20210919]

29.01.2017 // It’s been a hectic week, but a good one. I got a conditional PhD offer from King’s College London on Thursday! I’m not sure if I’ll be able to afford to go, because I’ll need funding in order to do it, but I won’t hear back about any decisions regarding that for quite a while yet, as it was a separate application… 

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Pictured: me reading a C18th play I printed out, with a desktop background feat. James Joyce. 

[brewstudies-deactivated20210919]

No joy on the funding, lads - I’m going to have to try and work something else out! I’m still waiting to hear on more decisions, so am still very much in the dark! Much love. xo 

[treacherouslecherouslit]

Sorry to hear about the funding! I’m doing my Masters next year at KCL and I have no idea how the hell I’m going to get funding for PhD onwards. 

[bookmania]

“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget.” ~Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

[treacherouslecherouslit]

This quote is actually from The Cost of Living by Arundhati Roy, but is a powerful quote and this novel by her is equally so.

[refllektor]

BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[treacherouslecherouslit]

Me: Sappho? I love her, especially the way she [incomplete fragment, untranslatable]