#Philip Cummings

[arte-e-homoerotismo]

Federico Garcia Lorca e Philip Cummings, 1929 em Vermont.

Um dos episódios mais importantes da vida de Cummings foram os dez dias que passou com seu amigo e amante, o poeta espanhol Federico García Lorca, em agosto de 1929.

Os dois se conheceram em Madrid em 1928 e passaram outro breve período juntos quando Lorca estava a caminho de Nova York em junho de 1929. Na conclusão da sessão de verão da Universidade de Columbia de 1929, Lorca foi de trem para Burlington, Vermont, e de lá para a casa de campo alugada de verão da família Cummings em Eden Mills, Vermont.

Durante essa visita, Cummings traduziu o livro Canciones (Songs) de Lorca para o inglês, com conselhos de Lorca sobre pontos-chave. Esta é a única tradução da obra de Lorca para qualquer idioma em que ele tenha participado.

Federico Garcia Lorca and Philip Cummings, 1929 in Vermont.

One of the most important episodes in Cummings’s life was the ten days he spent with his friend and lover, Spanish poet  Federico García Lorca, in August 1929. 

The two met in Madrid in 1928 and spent another brief time together when Lorca was en route to New York in June 1929. At the conclusion of the Columbia University summer session of 1929, Lorca went by train to Burlington, Vermont, and from there to the Cummings family’s summer rental cottage in Eden Mills, Vermont 

During that visit, Cummings translated Lorca’s book Canciones (Songs) into English, with Lorca’s advice on key points. This is the only translation of Lorca’s work into any language in which he is known to have participated.

[lorenzospurio]

"Lorca americano: la silloge poetica partorita da un mix di depressione e dolore". Saggio di Lorenzo Spurio

La giornalista Nuria Azancot ha dedicato un recente articolo uscito su «El Español» all’esperienza in terra americana di Federico García Lorca (1898-1936) dal titolo (traduco dallo spagnolo) “La redenzione americana di Lorca: così scrisse Poeta a Nueva York”[1], tra la depressione e il dolore[2]”. La Azancot con una prosa veloce ma non priva di elementi di pregio passa in rassegna la vicenda del…

[aftertheradar]

So I'm new to tumblr and i don't expect many people to see this, but i've had so many thoughts about it that i want to try to write down.

I'm almost finished listening to the audiobook of A Darkling Plain, and i have to say that this series really surprised me. I tried reading Mortal Engines right after the movie came about but it didn't seem that interesting to me. But having listened to all of them (sans the last 3 chapters of DP) I think this might be one of my favorite book series.

Anyway something that really stuck out to me that I wanted to talk about is how similar in a lot of ways it is to one of my other favorite book series, the Leviathan Trilogy by Scott Westerfeld. In a good way. I've started listening to the audiobook for those ones again too and it's also really good. Both series are ya adventure books about a pair of orphans from opposite sides of a fantastical ideological war meeting and going on an adventure in a setting based on early 20th century europe but biopunk and steam/diesel punk.

Someone else who's read and liked them both has probably already pointed this out, but in case anyone who has read either sees this and is looking for something along the same lines, read them both they are amazing. The audiobooks are also amazing.

[funstealer]

Philip K photographed by Alasdair Mclellan & styled by Alister Mackie for anOther man magazine, Fall/Winter 2012.

[jonquilisms]

five poems for may

black cherries // w.s. merwin

a blessing // james wright

i need a poem // kyla jamieson

[since feeling is first] // e.e. cummings

the trees // philip larkin

[stuff-diary]

Boiling Point

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Boiling Point (2021, UK)

Director: Philip Barantini

Writers: Philip Barantini & James Cummings

Mini-review:

This certainly lives up to its title: the tension slowly builds and builds until all hell breaks loose during the final act. I'm a huge fan of long/single takes, and this movie makes the most of that format. It's amazing how every single second matters in some way or another, regardless of how unimportant or casual it may seem. And of course, pulling off a 90-minute long take means both cast and crew are firing on all cylinders. I can't even begin to imagine how many hours of rehearsals and work went into making Boiling Point, but I hope they know it was absolutely worth it.

[mostlybrunettes]

Eliza Cummings by Philip Gay for Mixt(e) Paris. Styled by Azza Yousif. Make-up by Georgi Sandev Hair by Alexandry Costa.

[cinesludge]

Movie #19 of 2024: Boiling Point

This gem of a film was shot in one take.

[infiniterichesinalittleroom]

I’m writing songs for my next Bad Seeds record, so I tend to read more poetry and poetic prose to sort of get me in the swing of things. Lucille Clifton, Stevie Smith, Simone Weil, E. E. Cummings, Auden, Larkin, all sorts of stuff, a book of fairy tales I read as a child, and before I sleep, Roger Deakin’s beautiful book, Waterlog, a swimmer’s journey through Britain. It lulls me to sleep and gives me floaty dreams.

NICK CAVE

[hollybell51]

big things coming guys

[spryfilm]

DVD review: “Fresh Fields” (1984 - 1986) 

“Fresh Fields” (1984 – 1986)  Television Twenty seven Episodes Created by: Peter Frazer-Jones Featuring: Julia McKenzie, Anton Rodgers, Ann Beach, Fanny Rowe, Ballard Berkeley, Debby Cumming, Daphne Oxenford, Philip Bird and John Arthur “Fresh Fields” is a British television sitcom that aired from 1984 to 1986, with four series and 26 episodes in total. The show follows the lives of a…

[codnasties]

p!link collection 👻🚬🧢🧼🪦🗡 (🌽 links)

includes: ghost, price, gaz, soap, graves & konig

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ghost 👻

cheater!ghost giving you a hand with your stubborn child - that doesn't seem to want to leave you just yet - by fucking you

ghost deserves to be spoiled and what better way than helping him with his mornig wood by waking him up with some head

poly relationship with ghost and soap is all fun and games until they get rowdy. good thing that a handjob keeps them tame

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price 🚬

stong and powerful price turning putty the second your hands are wrapped around his cock, specially if you are teasing him

sending a slutty pic to john and him wanting to send someting back to show you how horny you got him, just that he ends up cumming by mistake

price getting home from a boring dinner and all he want is your hands wrapped around his throbbing cock

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gaz 🧢

gaz is an amazing roommate. he takes care of you in many ways, including fucking you as a result of a cuddle session

going for a pregnancy checkup and doctor!gaz making sure that his patient is well taken care of by eating you out

finally making a move on neighbour!gaz ends with you riding his dick on your kitchen floor when he came to fix your sink

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soap 🧼

getting his bush waxed got soap a bit too excited. and so much so that he ended up cumming all over himself

poly relationship with soap and ghost is all fun and games until they get rowdy. good thing that a handjob keeps them tame

johnny is a horny mutt. he needs his walkies to keep the tension at bey, even if those end up with his cock out and one of your hands around it

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graves 🪦

acting like a brat? philip doesn't have time to put up with that. he just uses his belt as collar and leash to make sure that you follow his orders

graves is one honry fucker, so he won't hesitate to fuck you in a random closet at base without a single care about who hears

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konig 🗡

pervy roommate!konig is getting bold with his antics. masturbaing over your sleeping form ends with him giving you an unexpected facial

he's been misbehaving in public, so if konig wants public he's getting just that in the form of cumming all over himself in the train

worshiping konigs cock through his shorts, fondling his balls and palming his boner. maybe sucking him though the thin material until he cums

[alltrekvarnews]

Liam Neeson protagoniza su película número 100 en el primer Tráiler de 'Marlowe'

Liam Neeson protagoniza su película número 100 en el primer Tráiler de ‘Marlowe’

[jonquilisms]

five poems for november

it's sunday morning in early november // philip schultz

my november guest // robert frost

who are you,little i // e.e. cummings

any common desolation // ellen bass

on the shortest days // joyce sutphen

[trying-harder-then-u]

Philip wasn't used to all the stares he was getting from his workers; for god's sake, he was the CEO, and they should be paying respect to him, but instead all the builders to whom he paid the salary just stared in confusion and pity at the tall man in his suit guiding the investors around the construction site.

His black suit, thin build, and clean-shaven appearance drew a harsh contrast to the men that watched. The bored faces of the investors showed that they were just as interested in this as he was, so it was a respite when he managed to excuse himself to go to the bathroom.

Stumbling along, dirt and dust caking his boots, he finally ran into the manager of the property, a bulky man with a short fuse. "Where is the bathroom?" he inquired, only greeted by a judging glance as he stared down. "It's employee only; the public bathroom is a block away." Philip was shocked by the never-ending argument, but he made a mental note to find some recourse for the attitude. He picked his way through the clogged city blocks, finally coming to the public bathrooms.

As he walked into the graffiti-covered stall, he felt his disgust build as he saw a strange liquid covering not just the floor but the bathrooms and walls as well. and judging from the smell, he could tell where this liquid came from. Knowing that he didn't have time to waste, he quickly rolled up toilet paper and wiped down the seat of the toilet. After a few seconds, he went to chuck it when he stepped into a large puddle of cum, glaring at the gunk stuck on his heel. Using the wall to support him as he tried to scrape it off, he only managed to get it on his clothes before finally feeling more drip from the roof on top of his bald head.

Now thoroughly disgusted, he went to leave but found he couldn't; he seemed to be...

rooted to the spot? Phillip's whole body began to shiver as his eyes moved rapidly in his sockets. The shivering began to localize on his legs as a cracking sound filled the air. Did the door seem to grow bigger and bigger, or was he getting smaller? He remembered from the view that his height had gone from 6 feet 3 to 5 feet 6. His mind kept screaming as his body tingled, his thin arms tingled, and he began to thicken along with his legs, a small gut growing out.

His pale skin soon would change too as his skin darkened and tanned, matching that of his many workers. changed rapidly now, his once clean, shaven body growing hair all over and his slightly below-average "tool" shrinking a few inches. Finally able to leave, he felt his head fuzz as if his thoughts were being yelled at him through glass, but he did begin to panic when he didn't return to his investors but rather to the man. "Where have you been?" Phillip thought he was yelling; he couldn't hear anything, though. Looking down, his clothes also changed to a plain tee and some shorts; he truly looked just like a worker now.

The next 5 hours, his body went on autopilot, working harder than his old body ever had, but when the work day finally ended, he kept walking to a house he had never seen, climbing stairs after stairs before finally coming to a door that reeked of cum and sweat. Opening in, he saw a young Latino man, no pants, and busy playing some kind of video game. He somehow knew that this was the man whose cum had covered the bathroom that had caused all this.

glancing over the man—his boyfriend? No, that can't be. He was married, and his thoughts were getting harder. Mmm, Phillipe could see the bulge in the other man's underwear, and the other man obviously could see Phillipe's eyes. "Why don't you come help Daddy out, baby?" excitedly he moved forward and began stripping his BF. "That's it, ik you liked the stuff you found in the bathroom you slut, come get some from the source" as he greedily sucked away his memories. Natural, his Spanish accent? attractive to the ladies, not like he needs it with his boyfriend around. His memories shifted fully, and Philip was gone. He was Philip, a Mexican immigrant working hard so his hot boyfriend could play games. His life was difficult with working and then doing all the chores, but at least he got some good dick. and not a person would miss who he was...

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P U B L I C S E X

꒰ PAIRING : phillip graves x reader x shadow company (hint).

꒰ SYNOPSIS : your commander has an eye on you and fucks you so hard that all your co workers hear!

꒰ TAGS : smut - office sex, spanking, public sex, degrading words, humiliation, hair pulling, overstimulation, unprotected sex, p in v.

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your mewls fill up the room as your commander's large hand wraps around your hair, pulling the strands back whilst his cock fills your hole to the brim. his cum filled balls hitting off of your clit, the small nub overstimulated, the man behind you grunts grew loud, almost covering the sounds of your small pathetic whines.

“fuck!” Phillip groaned with a high volume, “you like th-this?” you nod weakly at his words. “Say it” he warns, a slap delivered to your round ass. his hands grip onto the flesh after as you whimper out, “i-i like it!”

“That's it” he almost moans out, his head falls back as his thrusts grow impatient. you look up and see the door, just on the other side of this list filled room was your co workers, your friends, men and women who respected you. would they respect you after this? oh god, could they hear you?

your mind snaps back as the very tip of his wet cock pushes against your g-spot in an angry kiss. you whine loudly, your eyes fall to the back of your head while your teeth tightly hold onto your bottom lip, on the brink of letting out your loud moans.

you didn't expect this to happen - well you wanted it too happen and you wished for it but you never had expected to be bent over your commanders desk, his hand pulling your hair back, your back arched and your ass bright red due to the smacks phillip had gave you, your cunt was overwhelmed, this had been going on for around an hour. his pace didnt stop and he was so fucking strong, manhandling you into any position he wanted you to be in. luckily for you, he had come, unluckily for you, he wasn't done with you yet. your short pencil skirt lifted up to your waist and your tights and panties ripped to create an opening for your holes and cheeks.

you had walked into there to ask him about a mission, you being his assistant would need to fill out some paperwork, but he couldn't keep his eyes off the way the bottom of your ass peaked from the small skirt, the way your blouse tightened in all the right places and the way your lipgloss was applied so perfectly. Within 5 minutes, all of that was messed up and you were crying, clenching around his thick cock and trying to keep your noises down to prevent your coworkers hearing your pathetic moans.

“c-commander!” you whine when his dick pulls out to thrust back in, harshly hitting the gooey spot deep inside of you, your mewls roll past your lips, “p-please! someone ca- hah! -can walk in!" Phillip scoffs at that, stupid worry. “dont- fuuckkkk!! -king care” he groans out, pressure growing in his stomach while he feeds you his cock.

The sound of skin slapping against each other fills out the room, probably echoing outside his office but at that moment he didn't care. “shit!” groaning while your pussy tightening around him, cum creating a ring around his cock. pressure coils in your stomach as you whine out, trying to bring your head to the table but his strong hands keep a grip onto the strands. you quickly approach your orgasm, body jerks at the overstimuation as a white liquid splatters all over his twitching cock, “so good f’ me, good f-fucking slut!” philip moans out loudly, his eyes close to focus on the way your tight cunt wraps around his dick, not letting him pull out as he finishes, “fuckking- hngg- whore”

cum fills your hole, deep inside of you and you subconsciously loosen, letting his dick slide from you and hits your spanked ass. you breathe out with heavy breathes while he pants, you clench due to you missing his big dick deep inside of your guts. Phillip sees your hole clamping and he snickers evilly, “miss me already, sweet’art?” your commander mocks.

After he cleans you up, your ripped tights and panties not able to be fixed so you have to take them off! Phillip said it was the smart thing to do and he's your commander so you have to listen to him. You buttoned your blouse back up and tried to sort out your hair, fixing up your make up and swiping off the mascara that rolled down your blush filled cheeks. Phillip put his cock away and sat in his chair, watching you tidy yourself up with a smug smirk on his face, your ripped clothes in his hands. 

“You better hurry, you got t’ hand in the paperwork by 7” he warns which makes you scramble out of his office. As soon as you left you met eyes with a few shadows. The awkward air mixed with the groups of soldiers peering over to you led to being hinted that they heard the entire thing. Trying to ignore all the looks through the day, you also try to ignore the way breeze hits your wet, cum filled pussy and your sensitive clit. you do end up forgetting about it until you accidentally drop a pen. Subconsciously bending down to grab it and your skirt lifts up - flashing the liquid that spewed from your messy pussy. The white slop dripping down your thighs, the burning eyes on you filling your cheeks with a  bright blush, you hear a whistle and your eyes snap back towards the sound. 

There you saw philip graves, standing outside his office, lingering in the doorway, he winked at you, “was round one not enough?” the smug words gaining a few snickers from the shadows, “slut.” Phillip smirks. Looking you up and down before walking up to you, 

“Wanna give 'em a show, sugar?”