#20th century girl quotes

[kdramaquote]

“How could I forget Woon-ho?”

— Na Bo Ra, 20th Century Girl

[asoftepiloguemylove]

"YOU WERE MY LIFE." // BORA AND WOONHO

PROJECT 7 Time After Time // 20세기 소녀 20th Century Girl (2022) dir. Bang Woo-ri // wave to earth bad // 20세기 소녀 20th Century Girl (2022) dir. Bang Woo-ri // Anaïs Nin Henry And June: From "A Journal of Love" - The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin (1931-1932) // 20세기 소녀 20th Century Girl (2022) dir. Bang Woo-ri // Foo Fighters Aurora // 20세기 소녀 20th Century Girl (2022) dir. Bang Woo-ri // Dulce Maria Loynaz Poema LVII (tr. James O'Connor) // 20세기 소녀 20th Century Girl (2022) dir. Bang Woo-ri // Silas Denver Melvin pitiful origin // 20세기 소녀 20th Century Girl (2022) dir. Bang Woo-ri // Robert Frost Nothing Gold Can Stay // 20세기 소녀 20th Century Girl (2022) dir. Bang Woo-ri // boygenius We're In Love // 20세기 소녀 20th Century Girl (2022) dir. Bang Woo-ri

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

"And, as she spoke, I had a sudden vision of broad spaces, virgin tracts of forest, untrodden lands... I seemed to see her for a moment as she was, a proud wild creature, as untamed by civilization as some shy bird of the hills."

Agatha Christie, The Mysterious Affair at Styles (1920)

[eggmeralda]

just woke up from the best film I've ever watched in my life only to realise it was a dream

[canadachronicles]

"Let us put awhile away All the cares of work-a-day, For a golden time forget, Task and worry, toil and fret, Let us take a day to dream In the meadow by the stream. We may lie in grasses cool Fringing a pellucid pool, We may learn the gay brook-runes Sung on amber afternoons, And the keen wind-rhyme that fills Mossy hollows of the hills. Where the wild-wood whisper stirs We may talk with lisping firs, We may gather honeyed blooms In the dappled forest glooms, We may eat of berries red O'er the emerald upland spread. We may linger as we will In the sunset valleys still, Till the gypsy shadows creep From the starlit land of sleep, And the mist of evening gray Girdles round our pilgrim way. We may bring to work again Courage from the tasselled glen, Bring a strength unfailing won From the paths of cloud and sun, And the wholesome zest that springs From all happy, growing things."

--A Day Off, Lucy Maud Montgomery.

Any day spent with my girl feels like a day off, even when I must leave her for a few hours to work. But travelling with her around North Island these past few days, proper days off, has been sheer bliss!

[risingshards]

I just finished 20th Century Boys for the first time and ohhh my god i'm so emotional

[tenth-sentence]

In 1986 my colleagues and I wrote up the case of a woman who had been a cigarette girl at Boston's Cocoanut Grove nightclub when it burned down in 1942.

"The Body Keeps the Score: Mind, brain and body in the transformation of trauma" - Bessel van der Kolk

[agasshiiayah]

[light20sblog]

“Or we can say we want to live forever in a palace of blue marble with fountains that flow with purple wine, and flowers growing through the open windows, and hangings of pale-green satin and ceilings of gold, and a repast of fruit and wine set in every room and music of cymbals and lyres, and handmaidens . . .”

Shirley Jackson, Hangsaman

[invenusworld]

rohini

rohini's presiding deity is brahma, who is said not to be concerned with morals, with 'right or wrong,' but rather simply with the act of bringing to fruition every impluse of the imagination. fantasy, desire and sexuality are deeply entwined with the symbolism and cosmic function of rohini — the red woman — the one easily aroused, and rohini is ultimately in the pursuit of pleasure, in all its various guises.

rohini seeks to uncover, unearth and experience all which causes the loins to stir, regardless of its perceived morality. It may seem that there are no limits to the sexual proclivities of Rohini, and in some instances there aren't — as in the extreme case of rohini sun native Marquis de Sade.

to quote The Hidden Octave,

"[The Marquis'] Rohini influence comes in strongly in his total disregard for laws and morality, a total abandon into all things sensually gratifying as this is not a nakshatra of discrimination, rules or any of the programming that holds man back from giving himself over to his lust. Fundamentally, Rohini is the pursuit of pleasure for its own sake.

Have a crush? Who cares if he’s a convict felon or your middle school teacher or married? Go after it."

Egon Schiele, Self-Portrait with Physalis, 1912

Egon Schiele is an artist whose mercury is in Rohini. Mercury represents the area of life that we have a practical, tangible understanding of. The placement of mercury also reflects our creations and manipulations of matter.

"Egon Leo Adolf Ludwig Schiele (12 June 1890 – 31 October 1918) was an Austrian Expressionist painter. His work is noted for its intensity and its raw sexuality, and for the many self-portraits the artist produced, including nude self-portraits. The twisted body shapes and the expressive line that characterize Schiele's paintings and drawings mark the artist as an early exponent of Expressionism. Gustav Klimt, a figurative painter of the early 20th century, was a mentor to Schiele."

Schiele's mentor, Gustav Klimt, has his venus in Rohini.

Gustav Klimt, Daphne, 1903

I will now share an excerpt of an article by Dominic Witek regarding the polarizing and deeply controversial artworks of Egon Schiele

"Created in the era of Freud, Schiele’s work can be seen as a metaphor for the psychoanalyst method of the talking cure where drawing is synonymous with speaking, revealing and releasing hopes and fears lodged in the unconscious."

Here, the author likens the work of Schiele to that of Rohini moon native Sigmund Freud.

"The broad spectrum of emotion depicted is expressed by Schiele’s various presentation of women. The different articulations of their bodies seems to convey a host of the artist’s attitudes, ranging from fear and distanced superiority, to admiration and desire for women. Indeed the artist’s relationships with women reflected these hopes and fears. He married Edith Harms, a respectable woman with whom he established a marriage based solely on friendship, continued an intimate relationship with Wally Neuzil despite attempting to end it before his marriage, and had an unusual relationship with his sister Gertrude.

[...] characterisations of the artist’s sister invite questioning on the nature of their relationship, which at least hints at the incestuous."

Brahma was condemned for incestuosly desiring his own daughter (creation) Rohini, which prompted her to adopt the form of a deer in Mrigashira to escape from her father.

"Egon was arrested in 1912 for suspected sexual harassment of underage girls. Despite this traumatic event (which he lamented extensively in his writings), he continued to depict very young women until his death.

His aesthetic mirrors Freudian attitudes in which sex is intimately related to death, the connection between the pleasure principle and the death drive, Eros and Thanatos. Freud articulated this tension in relation to women, defining the ‘castration complex’ as experiencing the fear of being castrated, while caught by an irrepressible sexual desire. Woman with Black Stockings, 1913, articulates this tension as a reclining woman lifts her skirt to reveal her sex"

It seems as though the threads of the unbridled pursuit of pleasure weave together the works, philosophies & artworks of rohini natives through the ages

To quote Jason Farago, "True morality, for Sade, entailed following your darkest and most destructive passions to their farthest possible ends, even at the expense of other human life.

To kill a man in passion was one thing, but to rationalise killing by law was barbarous.

“We rail against the passions,” [Sade] wrote, “but never think that it is from their flame that philosophy lights its torch.”

[metamorphesque]

who is Vahan Teryan?

Vahan Teryan (1885-1920) was a prominent Armenian poet, lyricist and public activist. He’s an exceptional figure in the history of 20th-century Armenian poetry. He revolutionized artistic thinking, bringing a new worldview, a new pictorial system, a new literary language and an entirely new art of harmonious versification. He introduced boundless subtlety and musicality to poetry and gave literature a completely new life. Teryan was also a great patriot and, as a political figure, did everything for the welfare of Armenia, often even risking his own safety.

As a poet, he was simply a magician. Quoting the renowned Armenian writer Stepan Zoryan, "Vahan Teryan was one of those fortunate authors who wake up one morning famous, and not by chance, but thanks to their great talent. A Teryan period, a Teryan era had simply begun. The air was filled with Teryan; everywhere, young people talked about his poems, and the heartfelt gift friends and lovers gave each other was 'The Twilight Dreams.' [Teryan’s first published poetry collection] Vahan Teryan was entirely different; he descended into the public eye as a master. After that book, they didn’t call him a 'beginner' or condescendingly a 'young writer,' but simply a poet, because he truly was a poet 'by the will of God.'"

It's hard to find an Armenian girl or woman who hasn't been in love with Teryan at least once in her life.

To me, he’s all the forces of nature combined in one. However, I am totally biased for he is (dare I say it?) my favorite Armenian poet.

If you're interested in reading his poetry, here are my attempts at translating some of it.

[adventuresofalgy]

Algy flew around the frosted garden, which despite the bright winter sunlight lay mainly in the shade, for the early January sun still travelled so low in the sky that the rocky hills which surrounded Algy's home prevented it from reaching much of the lower levels, and every tree and bush cast a deep black shadow many times as long as its height.

This also meant that if the winter sunshine did hold any heat at all, it failed to warm the ground, or the plants and creatures which dwelled upon it, and so the penetrating chill of the frost made Algy's tail feathers tingle every time that he stopped to rest.

But as he fluttered here and there, trying to keep warm, Algy suddenly noticed a bright green spark among the pale, frosted grasses, and notwithstanding the icy stinging in his nether parts, he paused for a while in wonder, for a tiny, fresh green spruce sapling was pushing its way up into the light as though it were a balmy day in spring and not the depths of the wild west Highland winter.

Of course it was growing in the wrong place, for once it grew to adulthood it would tower over everything in the vicinity, so Algy knew that when the weather improved his assistants would have to move it to a more suitable location. But for the moment he simply marvelled at its resilience and courage, and he lingered for a few moments longer to quote some lines of a poem he had remembered to the brave little tree, and provide it with some words of fluffy encouragement:

Our last connection with the mythic. My mother remembers the day as a girl she jumped across a little spruce that now overtops the sandstone house where still she lives; her face delights at the thought of her years translated into wood so tall, into so mighty a peer of the birds and the wind. Too, the old farmer still stout of step treads through the orchard he has outlasted but for some hollow-trunked much-lopped apples and Bartlett pears. The dogwood planted to mark my birth flowers each April, a soundless explosion. We tell its story time after time: the drizzling day, the fragile sapling that had to be staked.

[Algy is thinking of the first two stanzas of the poem Planting Trees by the 20th century American writer John Updike.]

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

"Her tall, slender form, outlined against the bright light; the vivid sense of slumbering fire that seemed to find expression only in those wonderful tawny eyes of hers, remarkable eyes, different from any woman's that I have ever known; the intense power of stillness she possessed, which nevertheless conveyed the impression of a wild untamed spirit in an exquisitely civilised body -- all these things are burnt into my memory. I shall never forget them."

Agatha Christie, The Mysterious Affair at Styles (1920)

[canadachronicles]

"Kisses kept are wasted;

Love is to be tasted.

There are some you love, I know;

Be not loathe to tell them so.

Lips go dry and eyes grow wet

Waiting to be warmly met.

Keep them not in waiting yet;

Kisses kept are wasted."

-- Kisses, Edmund Vance Cooke

Very much my thoughts, and I reminded it, often ;), to my girl as we strolled up and down Lovers' Walk throughout Auckland Domain! And she loved it!!

Lovers' Walk, Auckland Domain, Auckland, New Zealand (Tuesday 12th March, 2023)

[peggynet]

to celebrate our best girl's birthday, PEGGYNET is happy to announce its first PEGGY CARTER APPRECIATION WEEK! from April 3-9th, we will be hosting an event for all types of creators (ficwriters, fanartists, gifmakers, etc.) and their creations centered around Peggy Carter from Marvel!

to participate, all you need to do is to reblog this post and share your work with the tag #peggyweek2024! the event will have both visual and writing prompts, but feel free to mix and match as your heart desires! here are the prompts:

✦ day one (april 3th) favorite appearance/scene or 20th century ✦ day two (april 4th) favorite quote or modern day ✦ day three (april 5th) favorite friendship or multiverse ✦ day four (april 6th) favorite romance or headcanons ✦ day five (april 7th) lyrics/quotes or WIPs ✦ day six (april 8th) tropes or AU ✦ day seven (april 9th) birthday extravaganza | free choice

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don't forget to do as Peggy says! 💋

[ideas-on-paper]

On Carlo and Romeo's relationship & homosexuality in Victorian schools

In my quest to find out more about Carlo and Romeo's lives at Monad Charity House, I have once again resorted to my tried and tested method of historical research, this time with a primary focus on Victorian boarding schools.

Along the way, I stumbled upon Lord Alfred Douglas, aka "Bosie" Douglas, the lover of Oscar Wilde. As people familiar with them may know, their gay romance caused quite a stir in 1895 due to the (in)famous trials of Wilde for “gross indecency”, the tragic result of which was that the latter was convicted to two years of hard labor that ruined his health.

Both already had their fair share of gay affairs beforehand though - Bosie specifically was very popular among his peers during his time at Oxford University, being excellent at sports, artistically gifted and incredibly handsome, so it's not too surprising he hooked up with some of his fellow students. What absolutely had me rolling on the floor was this statement, however (quoted from this page):

"[...] we argue that the English public schools in the last part of the nineteenth century tolerated, if they did not actually encourage the development of strong homoerotic friendships between students."

Apparently, homosexuality in boarding schools was so common people made off-hand jokes about it. In the novel Rites of Passage by William Golding, the protagonist finds a fellow traveler engaged in oral sex with a sailor, thinking of it as "that silly schoolboy prank". Admittedly, Golding wrote his novel in the 20th century, so we don’t know for sure if the 19th-century attitudes portrayed in it are accurate, but this might imply that sexual interaction between schoolboys was fairly common.

In the first edition of Tom Brown's School Days by Thomas Hughes, published in 1857, there was even a passage of the protagonist insulting two boys who were clearly in a sexual relationship with senior boys, with the author commenting that "everyone who studied at Rugby would understand why this passage was necessary". (Hughes himself was Christian and condemned homosexual relationships; the concerning passage was cut out in later versions).

This does not mean, however, that all the boys attending boarding schools were gay - rather, because boarding schools were restricted by gender, they had their first sexual experiences in this male-only environment. Many of them would try the exact same thing out with a girl later and find they enjoyed it much more. However, there were also those who never felt any desire to try it out with a girl - and given how close Carlo and Romeo were, I would honestly be more surprised if there wasn’t anything romantic going on between them.

I mean, it’s not like the entire LoP community isn’t already shipping Carlo and Romeo, but in case there was ever any doubt about it, take it from me: I’m positive these boys were gay.

And in case anyone feels like pointing out that “well, actually, the setting of Lies of P is based on France”: Homosexuality was already decriminalized in France as early as 1791 by the National Constituent Assembly, making France the first Western European country to do so - or rather, the penal code drafted with the intention to only punish "real crimes" made no mention of homosexual acts in private. Still, it was a major step for gay rights.