so don’t get me wrong because a lot of arthurian stuff is super misogynistic. but it’s never really in the damsel in distress way you expect. like the most helpless damsel is lancelot trapped and crying in a tower, completely useless, until this random girl who made him behead a guy in front of her fifty pages ago rolls up with a pickax and rope and is like “ok I’m minecrafting you out of here.” and this works.
Sometimes reading Arthuriana feels like reading Alice in Wonderland.
“Well,” said Alice, “these are a dreadfully strange assortment of objects!”
“They all symbolize different aspects of Our Lord’s martyrdom,” said the Fisher King, casting a line into his teacup.
“Indeed. I am sure everything symbolizes something else, for if everything was only itself I should be very confused. Might I ask what the point of the bleeding lance is?”
Alice regretted asking the question as soon as she had done so, for she saw the pun that would likely be made about the word point. Instead, however, the room erupted in applause and shouts of “The Grail! She has achieved the Grail!”
The next castle she visited, Alice resolved to herself as the inhabitants of this one danced for joy, would be more sensible.
Doctor, you say that there are no halos
around the streetlights in Paris
and what I see is an aberration
caused by old age, an affliction.
I tell you it has taken me all my life
to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels,
to soften and blur and finally banish
the edges you regret I don’t see,
to learn that the line I called the horizon
does not exist and sky and water,
so long apart, are the same state of being.
Fifty-four years before I could see
Rouen cathedral is built
of parallel shafts of sun,
and now you want to restore
my youthful errors: fixed
notions of top and bottom,
the illusion of three-dimensional space,
wisteria separate
from the bridge it covers.
What can I say to convince you
the Houses of Parliament dissolve
night after night to become
the fluid dream of the Thames?
I will not return to a universe
of objects that don’t know each other,
as if islands were not the lost children
of one great continent. The world
is flux, and light becomes what it touches,
becomes water, lilies on water,
above and below water,
becomes lilac and mauve and yellow
and white and cerulean lamps,
small fists passing sunlight
so quickly to one another
that it would take long, streaming hair
inside my brush to catch it.
To paint the speed of light!
Our weighted shapes, these verticals,
burn to mix with air
and changes our bones, skin, clothes
to gases. Doctor,
if only you could see
how heaven pulls earth into its arms
and how infinitely the heart expands
to claim this world, blue vapor without end.
hey! sorry to ask but i was wondering if u could help me find an artist? i think they were from the ussr, they had a rly beautiful vaguely dreamlike painting of a guy or two in a sleeper train, struggling to remember their name though
This one maybe? I scanned it from an old Ogonyok magazine.
A core feature of modernity that I truly cannot stand is this automatic, knee-jerk sense of smug superiority that people (millenials especially) affect when they talk about the beliefs, practices, or thoughts of men and women who lived in the past. They are completely incapable of being sympathetic to a world that they could never experience, and instead poke fun at any difference a medieval or ancient person might have had from themselves and go "haha look at these stupid idiots, we sure know better now, don't we?" It's fucking infuriating.
Happy release day for The Sleeping Soldier! This m/m historical romance is now available to warm your heart and make you cry in the subway.
After a century-long sleep, a Union soldier wakes up in 1965.
Cavalry lieutenant Russell Krause is all at sea in this strange new century of electric lights and automobiles. But he soon acquires a guide: Caleb O’Connor, a kind-hearted, history-loving college student with secrets he’s desperate to hide. Caleb is gay, and he’s completely smitten with this lively, warm-hearted soldier, who has swiftly become his best friend.
But Russell’s nineteenth century understanding of friendship is far more affectionate than any 1960s friendship is allowed to be. In between telling Russell about escalators, record players, and the Civil Rights movement, Caleb has to explain that men in 1965 are no longer allowed to hold hands or share beds or kiss… which is tough, because Caleb would love to be kissing Russell.
Despite these chilling changes in social customs, Caleb and Russell’s loving friendship grows ever closer. But the cultural divide may prove wider than even love can bridge.
Content warnings: period-typical attitudes in general, but especially toward homosexuality.
Happy release day for The Sleeping Soldier! This m/m historical romance is now available to warm your heart and make you cry in the subway.
After a century-long sleep, a Union soldier wakes up in 1965.
Cavalry lieutenant Russell Krause is all at sea in this strange new century of electric lights and automobiles. But he soon acquires a guide: Caleb O’Connor, a kind-hearted, history-loving college student with secrets he’s desperate to hide. Caleb is gay, and he’s completely smitten with this lively, warm-hearted soldier, who has swiftly become his best friend.
But Russell’s nineteenth century understanding of friendship is far more affectionate than any 1960s friendship is allowed to be. In between telling Russell about escalators, record players, and the Civil Rights movement, Caleb has to explain that men in 1965 are no longer allowed to hold hands or share beds or kiss… which is tough, because Caleb would love to be kissing Russell.
Despite these chilling changes in social customs, Caleb and Russell’s loving friendship grows ever closer. But the cultural divide may prove wider than even love can bridge.
Content warnings: period-typical attitudes in general, but especially toward homosexuality.
This needs ONE MORE PREORDER to reach my preorder stretch goal, come on Tumblr help me out on this one!
Last chance to preorder The Sleeping Soldier! The book releases TOMORROW, August 7, 2023!!!
An m/m riff on Sleeping Beauty. After a hundred year sleep, Union soldier Russell Krause awakens in 1965. Fortunately, he soon finds a guide to this strange new century... Caleb O'Connor, a gay college student who takes it upon himself to act as Russell's Virgil. Only it's hard to explain to Russell that in 1965, men friends no longer share beds or hold hands or kiss, when those are all things that Caleb would love to be doing with Russell...
Last chance to preorder The Sleeping Soldier! The book releases TOMORROW, August 7, 2023!!!
An m/m riff on Sleeping Beauty. After a hundred year sleep, Union soldier Russell Krause awakens in 1965. Fortunately, he soon finds a guide to this strange new century... Caleb O'Connor, a gay college student who takes it upon himself to act as Russell's Virgil. Only it's hard to explain to Russell that in 1965, men friends no longer share beds or hold hands or kiss, when those are all things that Caleb would love to be doing with Russell...
One last chapter before the book releases on Monday! (Last chance to preorder!)
Sleeping Soldier Saturday, Chapter 4
In which Caleb ties himself into knots inviting Russell to sleep over but not, like, sleep with him.
My new book is now available for preorder!
After a century-long sleep, a Union soldier wakes up in 1965.
Cavalry lieutenant Russell Krause is all at sea in this strange new century of electric lights and automobiles. But he soon acquires a guide: Caleb O’Connor, a kind-hearted, history-loving college student with secrets he’s desperate to hide. Caleb is gay, and he’s completely smitten with this lively, warm-hearted soldier, who has swiftly become his best friend.
But Russell’s nineteenth century understanding of friendship is far more affectionate than any 1960s friendship is allowed to be. In between telling Russell about escalators, record players, and the Civil Rights movement, Caleb has to explain that men in 1965 are no longer allowed to hold hands or share beds or kiss… which is tough, because Caleb would love to be kissing Russell.
Despite these chilling changes in social customs, Caleb and Russell’s loving friendship grows ever closer. But the cultural divide may prove wider than even love can bridge.
Content warnings: period-typical attitudes in general, but especially toward homosexuality
The Sleeping Soldier will be coming out on August 7. Preorder now!
my working theory is that miss marple, jessica fletcher, etc are Like That because Death is enamored of them and keeps littering their path with dead bodies like a cat bringing their person dead mice
In which Caleb attempts to Explain Modern Times to Russell.
My new book is now available for preorder!
After a century-long sleep, a Union soldier wakes up in 1965.
Cavalry lieutenant Russell Krause is all at sea in this strange new century of electric lights and automobiles. But he soon acquires a guide: Caleb O’Connor, a kind-hearted, history-loving college student with secrets he’s desperate to hide. Caleb is gay, and he’s completely smitten with this lively, warm-hearted soldier, who has swiftly become his best friend.
But Russell’s nineteenth century understanding of friendship is far more affectionate than any 1960s friendship is allowed to be. In between telling Russell about escalators, record players, and the Civil Rights movement, Caleb has to explain that men in 1965 are no longer allowed to hold hands or share beds or kiss… which is tough, because Caleb would love to be kissing Russell.
Despite these chilling changes in social customs, Caleb and Russell’s loving friendship grows ever closer. But the cultural divide may prove wider than even love can bridge.
Content warnings: period-typical attitudes in general, but especially toward homosexuality
The Sleeping Soldier will be coming out on August 7. Preorder now!