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perrylemon · 6 months
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This one’s for the Robert Sean Leonard Girlies! For the past few months I have consumed every crumb of Robert Sean Leonard content I could get my hands on and I have put it all in this quiz! It’s a pretty long one lads as there are over 20 characters in this quiz but I hope you enjoy!!
Additionally inspired by https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJKoqGw8/
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ratatoskryggdrasil · 7 months
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Agnes Miller Parker woodcut illustrations for A Shropshire Lad by A. E. Housman
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queer-benoit-blanc · 7 months
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BBC Ghosts and AE Housman Poems
Episode 2.3 / Additional Poems VII / Episode 5.5 / Additional Poems II / Episode 5.5 / Additional Poems IV / Episode 5.5 / More Poems XL / Episode 5.5 / A Shropshire Lad LVII
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British gay/bi male writers and their social circles
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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)
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yourdailyqueer · 8 months
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A. E. Housman (deceased)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
DOB: 26 March 1859  
RIP: 30 April 1936
Ethnicity: White - English
Occupation: Scholar, poet
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jadagul · 3 months
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Apparently I don't have enough to do, because I decided to spent tonight writing a song. This isn't quite a clean take—the ending is a little hard—and I'm still poking at other bits, but it gets the idea across.
Lyrics are the fourth and last stanza of "Terence, This Is Stupid Stuff" by A. E. Housman.
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darknessdrops-again · 9 months
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When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, “Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free.” But I was one-and-twenty, No use to talk to me.
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bogusfilth · 4 months
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Of course, [Housman's] admirers were not expected to approach him, and anyone who took the poems to be messages in code or flags or distress, and on the strength of them, plucked up the courage to address what they took to be the 'real man', found themselves sharply rebuffed. And why not? If he could have revealed the real man, he would hardly have written the poems.
(Transcribed from the BBC's audio collection of Alan Bennett's Poetry in Motion)
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pixiefairy15 · 5 months
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Nobody asked for this but:
He would not stay for me, and who can wonder by A. E. Housman
He would not stay for me, and who can wonder?
He would not stay for me to stand and gaze.
I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder,
And went with half my life about my ways.
From the moment I found this poem, I haven't been able to get it out of my head; it's the perfect representation of how Crowley feels after Aziraphale leaves. Half of his life is gone, and he left by choice. He would not stay for him.
This poem is so achingly good, the imagery of breaking your own heart, of knowing that you weren't worth staying for, and trying to live on with a piece of you missing.
I will release a little bts on how I selected all the poetry in Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death once the relevant chapters have been posted, but this one is the key one. (It's also a crucial turning point in their relationship in the fic but shhh go read it). My fic delves a little deeper in the illusion of choice in Aziraphale's becoming Supreme Archangel, but even if you take the canon interpretation, this still how Crowley feels. Aziraphale left, and it's a raw and aching wound.
A. E. Housman is best known for A Shropshire Lad and it's widely accepted that he was gay. It's a little difficult to ascertain exactly when this poem was published (at least from my preliminary google search), but I think this was published posthumously in 1936.
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hyliandude · 3 months
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"Shot? so quick, so clean an ending? / Oh that was right, lad, that was brave: / Yours was not an ill for mending, / 'Twas best to take it to the grave."
Read the entire thing here (thanks Project Gutenberg!)
Reblog for a larger sample size!
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tamsoj · 1 year
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A. E. Housman, "With Rue My Heart Is Laden"
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winterwyrd · 4 months
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WHEN will someone draw or write a medieval knights piece based on this Housman poem (transcription in alt text)
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extollingtheeveryday · 5 months
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The Night is Freezing Fast
by A. E. Housman
The night is freezing fast,
    To-morrow comes December;
        And winterfalls of old
Are with me from the past;
    And chiefly I remember
        How Dick would hate the cold.
Fall, winter, fall; for he,
    Prompt hand and headpiece clever,
        Has woven a winter robe,
And made of earth and sea
    His overcoat for ever,
        And wears the turning globe.
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itspileofgoodthings · 5 months
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black-cat-aoife · 8 months
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You smile upon your friend to-day,
To-day his ills are over;
You hearken to the lover's say,
And happy is the lover.
'Tis late to hearken, late to smile,
But better late than never:
I shall have lived a little while
Before I die for ever.
A. E. Housman - You smile upon your friend to-day
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