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#Gordon Bottomley
pandorabox82 · 4 months
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riverbird · 8 months
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"He understands that reading and walking expire into one another, that we carry within ourselves evolving maps of the world which are, as Wordsworth put it, ‘[o]f texture midway between life and books’. Thomas starts to think, too, about thinking, and the ways in which the physical world might incite in us those kinds of knowledge that exceed cognition. In letters to his friend Gordon Bottomley he describes going beachcombing on the Suffolk coast and finding ‘champagne corks, sailors’ hats, Antwerp beer bottles, fish boxes, oranges, lemons, onions, banana stems, waterworn timber and the most exquisite flat & round pebbles, black, white, dove grey, veined, wheat coloured’. ‘Not one [pebble] but makes me think or rather draws out a part of me beyond my thinking,’ he writes to Bottomley. His observation of the difference between being made to think, and being drawn out beyond one’s thinking, is tellingly precise; it records the transition from a perception exercised by the self upon the stones to the perception exercised upon the self by the stones. Nature and landscape frequently have this effect on him: trees, birds, rocks and paths cease to be merely objects of contemplation, and instead become actively and convivially present, enabling understanding that would be possible nowhere else, under no other circumstances. ‘Something they knew – I also, while they sang,’ he will write of song thrushes in an early poem titled ‘March’. He senses that the light-fall, surfaces, slopes and sounds of a landscape are all somehow involved in accessing what he calls the ‘keyless chamber[s] of the brain’; that the instinct and the body (the felt smoothness of pebbles, the seen grain of light) must know in ways that the conscious mind cannot. Weather, in particular, is ‘integral’ to his thinking, as Eleanor Farjeon notices: ‘Other people talk about the weather, Edward lived it.’ Like Nan Shepherd thirty years later, he recognizes that weather is something we think in – ‘the wind, the rain, the streaming road, and the vigorous limbs and glowing brain and what they created … We and the storm were one’ – and that we would be better, perhaps, speaking not of states of mind, but rather of atmospheres of mind or meteorologies of mind."
Robert Macfarlane, The Old Ways: A Journey on Foot
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ladymacbeths · 10 months
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screw ao3 the best Macbeth fanfic is this play by Gordon bottomley about how they fell in love
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eurigmorgan · 4 years
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“How nice it would be to be dead if only we could know we were dead. That is what I hate, the not being able to turn round in the grave and to say It is over.” ― Edward Thomas, Letters from Edward Thomas to Gordon Bottomley
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violettesiren · 6 years
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I. Up the Road
"Mother, he walks by the windy gate, As though for my broken tryst a-wait."
"Daughter, I tell you he died last night, When I kept your tryst by lantern light." "Mother, I know you murdered him, But he thought you were I by the lantern dim.”
"When I stole a-shiver past the place He held me with his hollow gaze. His shape was thin as the edge o' your knife,
And he clasped a formless bundle of life.”
"'Lo”said he, “for your heart a thorn; This is our child that shall be born.”
"'My deceit and your deceit, How we sully this soul of it.”
"Mother, I cannot bear the thought: Cannot you tell him I slew him not?" "Foolish babble, and nothing said- Daughter, I tell you the dead are dead."
II. Weeping Cross
"Now when you come to Weeping Cross The priest said, the priest said, You shall kneel bare-kneed on the wounding stones As you knelt at the dead man's head.” "Now when you have prayed at Weeping Cross The priest hissed, the priest hissed, You shall kiss the mould where nettles spring, As the dead man's face was kissed.” "A kiss for the chilling kiss you gave Before you used the knife; A kiss for the burning kiss you gave Beseeching him back to life.” "Go, bare your body at Weeping Cross; And pray each passer-by To cast a stone for love o' your soul, Whether you live or die." "I'll weep and pray for a night and a day, The woman said, the woman said, But weeping brings no ease to me Since my lap held that cold head.” "I sealed my daughter's shame with a knife When I kept my daughter's tryst, And it is but just that I should die Who kissed as Judas kissed."
III. Wedding Eve
"Gown and veil and bride-bed linen, Sewn by your fingers, mother o' me: A bridal veil to hide my sin in, Sign of my whited virginity.” "You killed the man who loved me well, Grave-chilled mother, mother o' me: You said our baby found life in Hell; 'Still-born, still-born' you said in glee.” "I know its grave by the orchard wall-- Why do you weep there, mother o' me? The sods, where the grass grew coarse and tall Are trodden bare: folk wonder why.” "Was I drowned in pain so utterly (Lift your eyelids, mother o' me) That I never heard its only cry When it breathed twice upon your knee?” "What did you with your bony hands (Give me my baby, mother o' me) That rigidly crush my wasted hands? They're not a child's neck; let them be.” "And all to make me the Earl's wife: (He knows not the dower, old mother o' me); But I forget the feel of life -- Your tomb or his, 'tis one, pardy.
A Sister of Sorrow by Gordon Bottomley
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mrdirtybear · 6 years
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The young Gordon Bottomley as portrayed by both William Rothenstein (1872-1945) and Paul Nash (1889-1946). Gordon Bottomley (1874-1948) was a Yorkshire poet and playwright, read what Keighley library has to say about him here..
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You know what I'm gonna do? I'm... I'm gonna pack fish and live with my drunk dad till I'm old. That's it. That's all I've got going. And by then, you rich cunts will be living on Mars 'cause the planet will be so fucked anyway. But even then, not even then are you gonna get it. No, youse'll be in your gold-plated oxygen tanks still convincing yourself you did nothing wrong and everything's perfectly fair. Meanwhile, we'll be on Earth, as mutants living in bunkers, explaining to our manky fucking three-eyed kids what you tweedy business CEO fucking greedy bastards did to us!
Get Duked! (2019) dir. Ninian Doff
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freshmoviequotes · 3 years
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Boyz in the Wood (2019)
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Get Duked! (2019)
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cilicodr-art · 3 years
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Boyz in the wood / Get duked!
Ninian Doff -- 2019 | UK | 6
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moviemosaics · 4 years
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Get Duked!
directed by Ninian Doff, 2019
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movieassholes · 4 years
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Sorry DJ, I forgot. You’re the leader of some unseen gangster rap crew.
DJ Beatroot - Get Duked! (2019)
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spookytuesdaypod · 3 years
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our latest episode is all about get duked!, an amazon original that started streaming just last year. if you’re a fan of shows like the inbetweeners or misfits, this movie is right up your alley. not only does it keep the laughs coming, it also delivers on some seriously sick raps courtesy of the one and only dj beatroot — and the banter is truly unmatched.
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mrfahrenheit92 · 4 years
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marmozetsfordays · 6 years
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Live pictures of the week:
Marmozets at Newcastle Riverside, February 2018
Photo credit : Gordon Armstrong ©️
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abs0luteb4stard · 3 years
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