#david marr

[tenth-sentence]

The landward shore is lined with swamps and forests.

"Killing for Country: A Family History" - David Marr

#book quote #killing for country #david marr #nonfiction #k'gari #fraser island #shoreline #swamps #forests #qld #queensland #australia

[whats-in-a-sentence]

His solution to the Aboriginal question was to introduce to Queensland a version of the reserves for native peoples of the United States and Canada.

To keep our aboriginals away from contact with the whites, out that section with which they unfortunately mingle, is the most beneficial act of friendship within our power to bestow. It is also the only possible method of saving any part of the race from extinction.

"Killing for Country: A Family History" - David Marr

#book quotes #killing for country #david marr #nonfiction #indigenous australians #aboriginal australian #solution #problem solving #archibald meston #qld #queensland #australia #reserves #native american #native canadian #united states #canada #segregation #protection #friendship

[oh-dear-so-queer]

The press gushed:

On the evening of Thursday last, the Lady of Richard Jones, Esq., gave a most splendid Ball and Supper to a very large party of Friends; amidst the gay throng were to be seen the first rank and fashion, and as for beauty the constellation was so imposing as to acquire the appellation of the Australian galaxy.

"Killing for Country: A Family History" - David Marr

#book quote #killing for country #david marr #nonfiction #the sydney gazette #richard jones #the press #gushing #ball #supper #friends #gay #throng #beauty #constellation #imposing #australian history

[be-themessenger]

it's 5pm and im standin in the middle of the room. tears are streaming down my face. the beauty is uncanny

[ross mackenzie / thesmithsmuseum ]

#they are so beautiful im going to scream cry n also throw up #johnny's lil cheeks. kiss. may bite. #johnny marr #the smiths #morrissey #breaking my silence bc i thot yall should see n cry too #i hope to see this pic in the hall of marrissey next 2 the guitar belt one n the michelangelos david one n the flowerbed one

[hwoooooooooooooo]

#oasis #liam gallagher #noel gallagher #paul weller #the jam #alex james #blur #david bowie #ringo starr #the beatles #johnny marr #the smiths #guckkasten #joji

[jules-and-company]

bon allez, je vous donne en mille mes moments préférés de l’hommage 2024

#effectivement le costume de jean chevalier vaut des points (t’façon cet homme - très mimi au demeurant - a une gueule de muppet #noam morgensztern a toujours les meilleures citations ptdrrr #marina hands petite pitchoune ♥️ #julien frison bichette tu vas me faire chialer ptn #ok bien ouej montenez #didier sandre ♥️ #clément hervieu-léger est à ça 👌🏻 de chialer et honnêtement moi aussi #VARUPEEEENNNE PAS LE DROIT DE SORTIR UNE PHRASE COMME ÇA JE CHIALE MOI #gilles david ♥️ #christian hecq et sa phrase signature mais toujours renouvelée #serge bagdassarian et tout le monde se marre parce que c’est sa phrase signature #CORBERY 🥲 on chiale ensemble #merci laurent stocker ça fait rire un peu ça fait du bien #génovèse……….pas le droit de sortir ça ptn je sanglote #et la petite dernière pour boucler la chose ♥️ #comédie française

[juliatulia]

I didn't pay attention to the Housman bit on Autobiography, so I would love to hear your thoughts on that :)

Sorry for the late reply but here it is.

The * followed by parenthesis are my thoughts, the rest is directly from Morrisseys Autobiography.

Excerpt from Autobiography:

and, wrongly, unnecessarily, this child weeps, full of the foolish

embarrassment that his father has clearly marked out. New air is discovered

in the words of A. E. Housman (1859–1936), scholar-poet, vulnerable and

complex. On the day of his twelfth birthday his mother dropped dead,

sealing a private future of suffering for Housman, who was said to be a

complete mystery even to those who knew him. *(Whom are we talking about??) With no interest in

applause or public recognition, Housman published three volumes of

poetry, each one of great successful caress, each a world in itself, forcing

Housman into the highest literary ranks. A stern custodian of art and life, he

shunned the world and he lived a solitary existence of monastic pain,

unconnected to others. *(Again, whom?) The unresolved heart worked against him in life, but

it connected him to the world of poetry, where he allowed (in)complete

strangers under his skin. *(One know others by how one knows oneself) In younger years he had suffered from the

unrequited love of Moses Jackson, the pain of which was so severe that it

doomed Housman for the rest of time. *(Swap the names and it could be Steven Patrick talking about himself) All of his work would be governed

by this loss, as if life could only ever offer one chance of happiness (and

perhaps, for every shade and persuasion, it does?):

*(So, Morrissey introduces Housman as someone who has unhappiness thrust upon him (but he could also have been a moody melancholic from birth, who knows?). Life delt him bad cards, but used the unhappiness to create art that others found comforting. He clearly identifies with him. And the last part of the paragraph….. Words fail me. )

When the bells justle in the tower

The hollow night amid,

Then on my tongue the taste is sour

Of all I ever did

Housman suffered throughout his life, and therefore (and not surprisingly)

his life became an unyielding attempt not to cooperate. The black horizon

never shifted, and his emotional lot never mellowed.

*(Moses Jackson was very aware of Housmans feelings for him. If I remeber correctly when Moses married his wife, they didnt tell Alfred Edward until after the event (They also left the country). Jackson knew it would crush 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.

At his Wildean lowest, Oscar’s personal sadness had never slumped to such

leaden fatigue; Housman suffered and accepted, death always close in his

mind’s eye – but not regrettably so.

I did not lose my heart in summer’s even,

When roses to the moonrise burst apart:

When plumes were under heel and lead was flying,

In blood and smoke and flame I lost my heart.

I lost it to a soldier and a foeman,

A chap that did not kill me, but he tried;

That took the sabre straight and took it striking

And laughed and kissed his hand to me and died.

The published poetry makes the personal torture just barely acceptable. The

pain done to Housman allowed him to rise above the mediocre and to find

the words that most of us need help in order to say. The price paid by

Housman was a life alone; the righteous rhymer enduring each year unloved

and unable to love:

Shake hands, we shall never be friends, all’s over:

I only vex you the more I try.

All’s wrong that ever I’ve done and said,

And nought to help it in this dull head:

Shake hands, here’s luck, goodbye.

But if you come to a road where danger

Or guilt or shame’s to share,

Be good to the lad that loves you true

And the soul that was born to die for you

And whistle and I’ll be there.

*(The poem is so true to the Morrissey folio. A strong friendship/connection/relationship is no longer what it once was and distance is imminent between the object and the subject. But should anything happen, "danger or guilt or shame to share" you know I will be there for you. )

It’s easy for me to imagine Housman sitting in a favorite chair by a barely

flickering gas fire, the brain grinding long and hard, wanting to explain

things in his own way, monumental loneliness on top of him, but with no

one to tell. The written word is an attempt at completeness when there is no

one impatiently awaiting you in a dimly lit bedroom – awaiting your tales

of the day, as the healing hands of someone who knew turn to you and touch

you, and you lose yourself so completely in another that you are

momentarily delivered from yourself. Whispering across the pillow comes a

kind voice that might tell you how to get out of certain difficulties, from

someone who might mercifully detach you from your complications. When

there is no matching of lives, and we live on a strict diet of the self, the

most intimate bond can be with the words that we write:

*(Here author and subject almost merge into one. Drawing the line where subject and author meets is almost impossible. I become you and you become me. When there is no one to whom one can bestow all ones affection on, the page becomes the active listener. )

Oh often have I washed and dressed

And what’s to show for all my pain?

Let me lie abed and rest:

Ten thousand times I’ve done my best

And all’s to do again.

I ask myself if there is an irresponsible aspect in relaying thoughts of pain

as inspiration, and I wonder whether Housman actually infected the

sensitives further, and pulled them back into additional darkness. Surely it

is true that everything in the imagination seems worse than it actually is –

especially when one is alone and horizontal (in bed, as in the coffin).

Housman was always alone – thinking himself to death, with no matronly

wife to signal to the watching world that Alfred Edward was now quite

alright – for isn’t this at least partly the aim of scoring a partner: to trumpet

the mental all-clear to a world where how things seem is far more important

than how things are? Now snugly in eternity, Housman still occupies my

mind. His best moments were in Art, and not in the cut and thrust of human

relationships. Yet he said more about human relationships than those who

managed to feast on them. You see, you can’t have it both ways.

*(We have to wonder why Morrissey included this in the book at all. When most authors writes their autobiography, they chronologically write about what happened to them, who they saw, or write about details about their life in descriptive detail (which in my opinion is quite dull and very little engaging as a reader). But Morrissey deviates from this enormously. He includes pieces of what made him the way he is(!). Why would he include long pieces about Melanie Safka, Buffy Sainte-Marie or W. H. Auden? Not interesting in itself to read about someone some person read a long time ago, but all these pieces gives us hints of who Steven Patrick Morrissey is.

The interesting part about including A. E Housman is how much Morrissey writes about his life, not just the poetry. I think this is the key to understanding the excerpt above. He both admire and recognise how life and art blend together and how they affect each other.

About Housmans later life, Moses Jackson died before him. Jackson suffered from cancer I think and knew he was going to die. Housman later wrote in a letter to a friend where he said: "I could not leave him behind in a world where anything might happen to him". He was a wealthy man from his academic work and became a patron of Jacksons son. He paid for his education when he didn't have to, but probably felt an obligation.

Why do we have such a lengthy part in the book about an unhappy man who lived all his life inlove with a man he fell in love with in his youth???

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ You tell me 🤓🤓

)

#here it finally is #sorry about the delay #tumblr doesnt work on desktop for me. had to type this for hand 🙁 #thank you for whomever sent me the ask ive been meaning to write something about this for such a long time #fave moment in autobiography especially when you listen to the audiobook version #david morrissey understood the task ❤ #please let me know what you think #morrissey #johnny marr #autobiography

[pawooonie]

I messed around on Dall E mini

#danny elfman #oingo boingo #the mystic knights of the oingo boingo #new wave #the cure #david byrne #talking heads #johnny marr #the smiths

[the-hottest-band-tournament]

Round one

The Psychedelic Furs

Formation: 1977

Genres: post punk, new wave, alternative rock

Lineup: Richard butler - vocals

Tim butler - bass

John Ashton - guitar

Vince Ely - drums

Albums from the 80s:

The Psychedelic furs (1980)

talk talk talk (1981)

forever now (1982)

mirror moves (1984)

midnight to midnight (1987)

book of days (1989)

Propaganda: 

The The

Formed in: 1979

Genres: Post-punk, synthpop, alt rock

Lineup: Matt Johnson – vocals, guitar, keyboards

Johnny Marr – guitar, harmonica

James Eller – bass guitar

David Palmer – drums

Albums from the 80s:

Burning Blue Soul (1981)

Soul Mining (1983)

Infected (1986)

Mind Bomb (1989)

Propaganda: 

#round 1 #the psychedelic furs #the the #richard butler #tim butler #john ashton #vince ely #matt johnson #johnny marr #james eller #David palmer #The hottest 80s band tournament #The hottest 80s band tourney

[supersonicbitchinnit]

He kinda looks like a bat in an adorable way you know

#morrissey #johnny fuckin marr #marrissey #fun fact morrissey has beef with david attenborough #and my dad has beef with morrissey #and David Attenborough had beef with- i’m joking

[downthetubes]

The Early Work of John M. Burns, for Lion - "The Amazing Adventures of Mr. X"

What may be examples of some of the earliest illustration work by comic artist and illustrator John M. Burns, who died last month, for the weekly adventure comic, Lion, in the late 1950s, have been brought to the attention of downthetubes

What may be examples of some of the earliest illustration work by comic artist and illustrator John M. Burns, who died last month, for the weekly adventure comic, Lion, in the late 1950s, have been brought to the attention of downthetubes. John M. Burns in his studio. Photo via Paul Duncan John was one of the last surviving British artists who began working in the 1950s through Link Studios,…

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#Adventure Comics #Barrie Mitchell #Bill Mainwaring #David Slinn #Doris White #downthetubes News #Edwin Dale #John M Burns #Link Studios #Lion #Ray Marr #The Adventures of Mr. X #Tony Harding

[tenth-sentence]

They slept that night on the beach.

"Killing for Country: A Family History" - David Marr

#book quote #killing for country #david marr #nonfiction #wentworth d'arcy uhr #camping #sweers island #bentinck island #beach

[whats-in-a-sentence]

The financial crisis of the mid-1860s cut down the northern squatters one by one.

"Killing for Country: A Family History" - David Marr

#book quotes #killing for country #david marr #nonfiction #financial crisis #economic downturn #60s #1860s #19th century #squatters #cut down #one by one

[le-journal-catalan]

Un Perpignanais se déshabille au profit d'un refuge pour animaux de Rivesaltes

Un Perpignanais se déshabille au profit d’un refuge pour animaux de Rivesaltes

Un projet à la fois insolite et caritatif : la publication du calendrier Jess Vill Naked 2023, dont une partie des bénéfices sera reversée à “Un Gîte une gamelle”, refuge pour animaux abandonnés de Rivesaltes. Jess Vill, qui vit à Perpignan, fête ses 10 ans de carrière de modèle photo en lançant une campagne de financement participatif sur Ulule pour porter ce projet qui lui tient très à cœur,…

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#Alain Bearinz #Alexis Salgues #calendrier #David Vance #Dylan Rosser #Étienne Clotis #homme #Jess Vill Naked #Le Journal Catalan #Lionel André #modèle photo #Nu #nue #Pyrénées-Orientales #Rick Day #Salvador Pozo #Scott Marrs #Thomas Synnamon #ULULE #Un Gîte une gamelle #Wong Sim

[lgbtqreads]

March 2023 Deal Announcements

Adult Fiction Author of STARS COLLIDE Rachel Lacey‘s COVER STORY, a sapphic bodyguard romance featuring an A-list actress in need of extra protection who hires a female bodyguard to pose as her girlfriend in order to keep the real story under wraps, again to Lauren Plude at Montlake, by Sarah Younger at Nancy Yost Literary Agency (world). Laura R. Samotin‘s THE SINS ON THEIR BONES, pitched as…

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#A Vile Season #A.M. Strickland #Cactus Country #Camille Kellogg #Cover Story #David Ferraro #E.F. Schraeder #Infodemic #Isaac Fellman #Joelle Retener #John Birdsall #Lady Dragon #Laura R. Samotin #Lee Wind #Lyla Lee #Marieke Nijkamp #Marley&039;s Pride #Melissa Marr #Montlake #Page Street #Rachel Diebel #Rachel Lacey #Remedial Magic #Sarah Younger #Splinter & Ash #Tamara Grasty #The Next Chapter #The Phoenix Keeper #The Price of a Small Hot Fire #The Sins on Their Bones

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Zero Fucks Given (Rien à foutre) (2021) Emmanuel Marre and Julie Lecoustre

July 30th 2023

#zero fucks given #Rien à foutre #2021 #emmanuel marre #Julie Lecoustre #adèle exarchopoulos #Alexandre Perrier #Mara Taquin #Arthur Egloff #Tamara Al Saadi #David Martinez Pinon #carpe diem