#Willie Pearse

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A plaque with a list of all the 1916 Easter Rising leaders that were executed by the British Government

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#OTD in 1968 – Death of Irish language educator, Margaret Mary Pearse, in Blackrock, Co Dublin.

Margaret Mary Pearse was a Fianna Fáil politician and teacher. She helped to found St Enda���s School with her brothers Patrick and Willie. Following the executions of her brothers in the aftermath of the Easter Rising, Margaret continued to run St Enda’s until 1933. She was first elected to Dáil Éireann as a Fianna Fáil Teachta Dála (TD) for the Dublin County constituency at the 1933 general…

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*takes a long drag of my cigarette* ...we should all read more James Connolly

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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … November 10

1855 – Quaker poet and critic, Rufus Griswold, denounces Walt Whitman as a "scurvy fellow...indulging the vilest imaginings"

In the November 10, 1855, issue of The Criterion, Griswold anonymously reviewed the first edition of Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass, declaring: "It is impossible to image how any man's fancy could have conceived such a mass of stupid filth". Griswold charged that Whitman was guilty of "the vilest imaginings and shamefullest license", a "degrading, beastly sensuality." Referring to Whitman's poetry, Griswold said he left "this gathering of muck to the laws which... must have the power to suppress such gross obscenity." He ended his review with a phrase in Latin referring to "that horrible sin, among Christians not to be named", the stock phrase long associated with Christian condemnations of sodomy.

Griswold was the first person in the 19th century to publicly point to and stress the theme of erotic desire and acts between men in Whitman's poetry.

1879 – Patrick Pearse (also known as Pádraic or Pádraig Pearse (d.1916) was an Irish teacher, barrister, poet, writer, nationalist and political activist who was one of the leaders of the Easter Rising in 1916. Following his execution along with fifteen other leaders, Pearse came to be seen by many as the embodiment of the rebellion.

When the Easter Rising began on Easter Monday, 24 April 1916, it was Pearse who read the Proclamation of the Irish Republic from the steps of the General Post Office, the headquarters of the rising. After six days of fighting, heavy civilian casualties and great destruction of property, Pearse issued the order to surrender.

Pearse and fourteen other leaders, including his brother Willie, were court-martialled and executed by firing squad. Thomas Clarke, Thomas MacDonagh and Pearse himself were the first of the rebels to be executed, on the morning of 3 May 1916. Pearse was 36 years old at the time of his death. Roger Casement, who had tried unsuccessfully to recruit an insurgent force among Irish-born prisoners of war from the Irish Brigade in Germany, was hanged in London the following August.

The suggestion that the unmarried Pearse, a hero of Irish nationalism, may have been homosexual, has drawn fierce opposition from some Irish people. However, his biographer Ruth Dudley Edwards is clear that although celibate, he was undoubtedly physically attracted to young men men and boys.

1879 – The poet and influential critic Vachel Lindsay was born on this date (d.1931). His exuberant recitation of some of his work led some critics to compare it to jazz poetry despite his persistent protests. Because of his use of American Midwest themes he also became known as the "Prairie Troubador."

Lindsay's fame as a poet grew in the 1910s. Because Harriet Monroe showcased him with two other Illinois poets — Carl Sandburg and Edgar Lee Masters — his name became linked to theirs. The success of either of the other two, in turn, seemed to help the third.

Edgar Lee Masters published a biography of Lindsay in 1935 (four years after its subject's death) entitled 'Vachel Lindsay: A Poet in America'. In 1915, Lindsay gave a poetry reading to President Woodrow Wilson and the entire Cabinet. Lindsay was well known throughout the nation, and especially in Illinois, because of his travels which were sometimes recorded in the front page of every newspaper.

He is probably best known for this poetic apostrophe to the Salvation Army in "General William Booth Enters Heaven," although it is questionable whether he ever made it past the pearly Gates himself, since he not only liked boys too much , but also ended his days a suicide.

In his 40s, Lindsay lost his heart to the dazzlingly good-looking Australian composer and pianist, Percy Grainger, as had the Norwegian composer Edvard Grieg before him.

Lindsay killed himself (horribly, swallowing Lysol) in 1931, the year before Hart Crane leapt into the sea. His only biography was published during the Eisenhower years, a decade before homosexuality was officially invented. If it took biographers almost a century to acknowledge Whitman's Gayness, Lindsay should be due for a really serious biography around 2021.

Lindsay is credited with having "discovered" the poet Langston Hughes while staying at the Wardman Park Hotel in Washington, DC. Lindsay was dining in the hotel restaurant and the young Hughes was his busboy. When Hughes came to take his food away he left a number of his poems at Lindsay's table. Lindsay, upon reading them, was moved to declare the next day in his daily column to having "discovered a great Negro American poet." It launched Hughes' career.

1913 – James Broughton (d.1999) was an American poet, and poetic filmmaker. He was part of the San Francisco Renaissance. He was an early bard of the Radical Faeries as well as a charter member of The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence serving her community as Sister Sermonetta.

Born to wealthy parents, he lost his father early to the 1918 influenza epidemic and spent the rest of his life getting over his high-strung, overbearing mother.

Before he was three, "Sunny Jim" experienced a transformational visit from his muse, Hermy, which he describes in his autobiography, Coming Unbuttoned (1993):

I remember waking in the dark and hearing my parents arguing in the next room. But a more persistent sound, a kind of whirring whistle, spun a light across the ceiling. I stood up in my crib and looked into the backyard. Over a neighbor's palm tree a pulsing headlamp came whistling directly toward me. When it had whirled right up to my window, out of its radiance stepped a naked boy. He was at least three years older than I but he looked all ages at once. He had no wings, but I knew he was angel-sent: his laughing beauty illuminated the night and his melodious voice enraptured my ears ... He insisted I would always be a poet even if I tried not to be ... Despite what I might hear to the contrary the world was not a miserable prison, it was a playground for a nonstop tournament between stupidity and imagination. If I followed the game sharply enough, I could be a useful spokesman for Big Joy.

Broughton was kicked out of military school for having an affair with a classmate, dropped out of Stanford before graduating, and spent time in Europe during the 1950s, where he received an award in Cannes from Jean Cocteau for the "poetic fantasy" of his film The Pleasure Garden, made in England with partner Kermit Sheets.

"Cinema saved me from suicide when I was 32 by revealing to me a wondrous reality: the love between fellow artists," Broughton wrote. This theme carried him through his 85 years. "It was as important to live poetically as to write poems."

Despite many love affairs during the San Francisco Beat Scene, Broughton put off marriage until age 49, when, steeped in his explorations of Jungian psychology, he married Susanna Hart in a three-day ceremony on the Pacific coast documented by his friend, the experimental filmmaker Stan Brakhage. Susanna's theatrical background and personality made for a great playmate; they had two children. And they built a great community among the creative spirits of San Francisco.

In 1967s "summer of love," Broughton made a film, The Bed, a celebration of the dance of life which broke taboos against frontal nudity and won prizes at many film festivals. It rekindled Broughton's filmmaking and led to more tributes to the human body (The Golden Positions), the eternal child (This Is It), the eternal return (The Water Circle), the eternal moment (High Kukus), and the eternal feminine (Dreamwood). "These eternalities praised the beauty of humans, the surprises of soul, and the necessity of merriment," Broughton wrote.

In the Coming Unbuttoned, Broughton remarks on his love affairs with both men and women. Among his male lovers was gay activist Harry Hay.

Hermy appeared again to the older Broughton in the person of a twenty-five-year-old Canadian film student named Joel Singer. Broughton's meeting with Singer was a life-changing, life-determining moment that animated his consciousness with a power that lasted until his death. In Joel Singer he found a creative as well as emotional partner.

With Singer, Broughton traveled and made more films - Hermes Bird (1979), a slow-motion look at an erection shot with the camera developed to photograph atomic bomb explosions, The Gardener of Eden (1981), filmed when they lived in Sri Lanka, Devotions (1983), which takes delight in friendly things men can do together from the odd to the rapturous, and Scattered Remains (1988), a cheerfully death-obsessed tribute to Broughton's poetry and filmmaking.

He died in May, 1999 with champagne on his lips, in the house in Port Townsend, Washington where he and Joel lived for 10 years. Before he died, he said, "My creeping decrepitude has crept me all the way to the crypt." His gravestone in a Port Townsend cemetery reads, "Adventure - not predicament."

God and Fuck belong together Both are sacred and profane God (the Divine) a dirty word used for damning Fuck (the sublime) a dirty term of depredation God and Fuck are so much alike they might be synonymous glories I'd even go so far as to say God is the Fuck of all Fucks And boy He has a Body like you've never seen - From Special Deliveries by James Broughton

Richard Burton (R) with Elizabeth Taylor

1925 – Richard Burton, CBE (born Richard Walter Jenkins Jr.;d.1984) was a Welsh actor. Noted for his mellifluous baritone voice, Burton established himself as a formidable Shakespearean actor in the 1950s, and he gave a memorable performance of Hamlet in 1964. He was called "the natural successor to Olivier" by critic and dramaturge Kenneth Tynan. An alcoholic, Burton's failure to live up to those expectations disappointed critics and colleagues and fuelled his legend as a great thespian wastrel.

Burton was nominated for an Academy Award seven times, but never won an Oscar. He was a recipient of BAFTAs, Golden Globes, and Tony Awards for Best Actor. In the mid-1960s, Burton ascended into the ranks of the top box office stars. By the late 1960s, Burton was one of the highest-paid actors in the world, receiving fees of $1 million or more plus a share of the gross receipts. Burton remains closely associated in the public consciousness with his second wife, actress Elizabeth Taylor. The couple's turbulent relationship was rarely out of the news.

Burton was married five times, twice consecutively to Taylor. From 1949 until 1963, he was married to Sybil Williams. His marriages to Taylor lasted from 15 March 1964 to 26 June 1974 and from 10 October 1975 to 29 July 1976. Their first wedding was at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in Montreal. Of their marriage, Taylor proclaimed, "I'm so happy you can't believe it. This marriage will last forever." Their second wedding took place sixteen months after their divorce, in Chobe National Park in Botswana. Taylor and Eddie Fisher adopted a daughter from Germany, Maria Burton (born 1 August 1961), who was re-adopted by Burton after he and Taylor married. Burton also re-adopted Taylor and producer Mike Todd's daughter, Elizabeth Frances "Liza" Todd (born 6 August 1957), who had been first adopted by Fisher.

Burton acknowledged homosexual experiences as a young actor on the London stage in the 1950s. In a February 1975 interview with his friend, David Lewin, he said he "tried" homosexuality. He also suggested that perhaps all actors were latent homosexuals, and "we cover it up with drink". In 2000 Ellis Amburn's biography of Elizabeth Taylor suggested that Burton had an affair with Laurence Olivier and tried to seduce Eddie Fisher, although this was strongly denied by Burton's younger brother Graham Jenkins.

1955 – Roland Emmerich is a German film director, screenwriter, and producer. His films, most of which are Hollywood productions filmed in English, have grossed more than $3 billion worldwide, more than those of any other European director. His films have grossed just over $1 billion in the United States, making him the country's 14th-highest grossing director of all time.

He began his work in the film industry by directing the film The Noah's Ark Principle as part of his university thesis and also co-founded Centropolis Entertainment in 1985 with his sister. He is a collector of art and an active campaigner for the lesbian and gay community, himself being openly gay. He is also a campaigner for an awareness of global warming and equal rights.

in 1990, Emmerich was hired to replace director Andrew Davis for the action movie Universal Soldier. The film was released in 1992, and has since been followed by two direct-to-video sequels, a theatrical sequel, and another sequel released in 2010.

Emmerich next helmed the 1994 science-fiction film Stargate. At the time, it set a record for the highest-grossing opening weekend for a film released in the month of October. It became more commercially successful than most film industry insiders had anticipated, and spawned a highly popular media franchise.

Emmerich then directed Independence Day, an alien invasion feature that became the first film to gross $100 million in less than a week and went on to become one of the most successful films of all time. His next film, the much-hyped Godzilla, did not meet its anticipated box office success and was largely panned by critics. Taking a short break from science-fiction, Emmerich next directed the American Revolutionary War film The Patriot.

After teaming up with new writing partner Harald Kloser, Emmerich returned once again to directing a visual effects-laden adventure with 2004's The Day After Tomorrow. Soon afterwards, he founded Reelmachine, another film production company based in Germany.

Emmerich's most recent efforts have been 10,000 BC, a film about the journeys of a prehistoric tribe, and 2012, an apocalyptic film inspired by the theory that the Mayans prophesied the world's ending in 2012.

In 2006, he pledged $150,000 to the Legacy Project, a campaign dedicated to Gay and Lesbian film preservation. Emmerich, who is openly Gay, made the donation on behalf of Outfest, making it the largest gift in the festival's history.

1986 – Andy Mientus is an American stage and television actor. He is known for his role as Kyle Bishop in the television series Smash.

Mientus has toured with the first national touring company of Spring Awakening as Hanschen and appeared in the 2012 Off-Broadway revival of Carrie: The Musical.

In 2013, Mientus was cast in season two of the musical drama television series Smash as series regular Kyle Bishop. Following the cancellation of Smash, Mientus and co-stars Jeremy Jordan and Krysta Rodriguez joined the cast of Hit List, the real-world staging of the fictional rock musical created for season two of Smash. The show ran for three performances on December 8—9 at 54 Below.

Mientus made his Broadway debut in the 2014 revival of Les Misérables as Marius.

In 2014, Mientus appeared in several episodes of the ABC Family series Chasing Life. That same year, he was cast in a recurring role on the CW series The Flash as the Pied Piper.

Mientus is openly bisexual. He is engaged to fellow Broadway actor Michael Arden. Mientus and Arden both planned to propose to each other on the same exact day while on a trip in England. Michael had planned a scavenger hunt for Andy to complete and eventually lead to a proposal. However, Andy was able to execute his proposal first. Andy's proposal was a video of a young boy talking about marriage which quickly cut to all of their friends saying why Michael should say yes. The couple set the wedding to take place Autumn of 2015.

1992 – The Louisiana Baptist Convention voted 581-199 to exclude congregations which condone homosexuality. A similar resolution was approved the same day by the North Carolina State Baptist convention.

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Patrick Pearse spent much of the last summer of his life (1915) in Rosmuck, Connemara with his brother Willie and a friend named Desmond Ryan.

It was a relaxed holiday although Pearse found the time to write one of Ireland's most famous speeches - 'Ireland unfree shall never be at peace,' spoken at the graveside of O'Donovan Rossa and considered by many as a key moment in the lead up to the Easter Rising.

Ryan recalled the summer fondly:

"The next day we proceeded to Rosmuck by train, or rather part of the way, for Rosmuck lies nine miles from a railway station, and we had a long drive by side-car through granite and peat from Maam Cross Station over winding, peak-screened roads.

It was a stirring view along those serpentine roads, ever winding and twisting to avoid the bog.

The horse trotted bravely while an O’Malley drove, and Pearse explained what famous people the O’Malleys were in Connemara.

All the while, bluish granite mountains soared and all around spread the peat-bogs starred by the tiny lakes, each with a local name and every name known to Pearse, who declared for the hundredth time he could find his way blindfold on any road in Connacht.

The Twelve Bens came in sight and Pearse waved his hand here and there over the land, naming lake, mountain and district away to the Joyce Country under its purple mist.

He told us many stories he had learned from the people.

Away there on that gloomy mountain yonder a stranger had lived for years, coming suddenly in the night from nowhere, henceforth a hermit, perhaps doing a penance of solitude and silence for some deed of blood.

We passed a peculiar green building of corrugated iron, a Protestant Church, [Screebe?] and then Pearse remembered that many years before the Bible Societies had carried out a proselytising campaign, and even in 1915 a small remnant of the Irish-speaking Protestant colonies still survived.

Once on his rambles, Pearse had met one of the members, an old man up in a cottage among the hills who opened his Gaelic Bible, read it aloud and argued with Pearse for an hour until the old man’s daughter came in and told her father that he had no manners and that he did not know how to treat a learned man who knew enough Irish and enough Bible to make up his mind for himself, and the attempted conversion of Pearse went no further.

A lonely letter-box on a post at a crossroads led Pearse to tell of the extravagant family, long bankrupt and extinct, who had had the box erected as a monument to their exclusiveness, recklessness and pride.

A barracks rose beside the rattling wheels and Pearse knew that the sergeant within was a crusty and cantankerous fellow companioned by six splendid constables, enthusiastic Irish speakers who spent their time in shooting wild ducks, fishing and studying with zeal the poems of Eoghan Ruadh O’Sullivan.

The car stopped at the schoolmaster’s house and Patrick Connolly welcomed Pearse warmly. His wife came out too.

Inside like startled birds, the four daughters of the schoolmaster retreated from our gaze while their mother laughed and said they would grow out of all that, but when young people lived among lakes and bogs they became curlews and mountain birds, easily startled by wild young men from the cities and poets from Dublin, all this for Willie and me whose ties and locks must have startled her ducklings.

We proceeded to the cottage, a white, thatched, oblong building with green

door, porchway and two windows in front, approached by a peat-sodded path from the main road. Here was the spiritual home of Pearse, which in the last years he visited every summer to pay a last farewell.

Below lay a fifty-acre lake legend tenanted with a Water Horse.

Beyond the rare walls of the cottage, the Atlantic heaved and moaned with tales of lost ships or murmured a summons to ride on its bosom to the Aran Isles on a fair day.

On every side rose the purple hills and peat, agleam with unnumbered lakelets. Pearse sat at the kitchen table writing the closing tales in his book of short stories, 'The Mother.'

He turned aside to discuss the completed stories with Willie and me, and said he thought the best the grimmest one, a tale of a woman under a curse called the “Black Chafer.”

Then he sighed that he had never written a story about turf or shown up enough the

hard life of the people. He said this sadly with almost the air of a man who all at once comes upon an intolerable personal grievance.

Sometimes he went down and bathed in the lake while Willie guarded him from the banks with a long, strong rope as Pearse was no swimmer. This tickled the brothers so much that they gave up the attempt with loud merriment and mutual criticisms.

Returning, Pearse mused on his cottage and said that one of the builders had been an old man who took his task very slowly and seriously, making progress by inches, but consoling Pearse’s impatience with the sole remark:

“Won’t it be a fine house when it is finished. Indeed it will be a fine house when it is finished.”

Pearse was more outspoken than I had ever known him before.

Night by night he spoke to Willie and me about everything by turns.

Much about the future of the Irish language. Here in this self-contained community which he had once known as purely Irish-speaking, English was creeping in among the younger generation.

It amused him when we walked abroad in the day-time to speak to the men working

the land and smile at the English expressions speckling the Gaelic:

“Becripes, tá . . . bedamned but tá...' from those who knew no other words of English, but he said this was the beginning of the end unless some great change came.

And what the change would be sometimes broke through his thoughts...

Who could have guessed that behind his gentle words and look, an insurrection simmered, a certainty that his days were irrevocably numbered and in this place he would never see in another summer?"

Pictured above are Patrick Pearse and his brother Willie, neither of whom would live to see the summer of 1916.

Taken from Desmond Ryan's 1934 auto-biography 'Remembering Sion.'

All of this was taken whole cloth from The History of Connemara Facebook group.

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captain pearse's list of pirates intending to take the king's pardon

seed also available on the @444namesplus blog

Abenius Abryce Adarrtson Adavor Addones Alerson Alliam Allie Alryce Alrympson Anden Andler Andley Annown Anthy Ardson Ardsonn Arker Arlton Armyte Arner Arnes Arreynold Arrimso Arrosivey Arrout Arrowell Arrters Artiter Artown Baley Barchanne Barchard Bards Barke Barlet Barmarrey Barners Barre Barryerr Bassender Beard Beardson Beliell Berson Birds Bireve Bradalds Bramesse Bramson Braniell Brater Bratton Broggris Browlin Bryelew Brykemper Brympson Burgarry Burge Burgers Calry Cards Cardson Carne Carneviss Carnock Carre Carright Carrims Carrows Carryant Carson Carter Chamils Chams Chamsom Charbers Charchas Chardso Chardson Charr Charrose Chart Charth Chasse Chawkine Chaws Chelly Chelt Chenjah Chenne Cherthy Chill Chilson Chold Chones Chrims Chrissel Clainer Clainson Claird Clamut Clant Clappet Clashom Class Cling Coatton Cober Cobes Cocks Cockson Codam Codavorlt Coddy Corbellew Corby Creird Creirevis Crelly Crims Culler Cullippet Daleigh Daley Dalle Dampeo Damsony Danbur Dandson Darmard Dartin Davell Davidger Davidges Davillin Davorby Dawlann Derishard Derry Dershames Domic Donnes Dunse Dwarker Dwarrowel Dwoodavis Eachart Eacornele Eadleigh Eadley Edite Editer Edmuell Edmuelly Edmunt Edmurnes Edwartop Edwathy Edwoodete Edwoods Edwoouth Edwor Emlyer Farlton Farrymp Fenjam Fennes Feveigh Feveles Fever Forne Fradd Frand Fryan Gadomas Gands Ganiuset Gardson Garlton Garton Georger Glines Glings Golme Gooder Goods Goodsone Gougerth Gradd Graham Gramer Grams Grand Gravilet Grawkso Graws Grickson Grighton Hames Hamplew Hamurrt Handle Handry Harbelete Harne Harneve Hawkines Hawking Hawld Hawsmick Haylois Haylorger Hears Hipton Holander Hough Howel Hudey Hunkipp Hunseph Huntin Jacon Jacor Jaharle Jamer Jamper Jamutlois Johns Johnse Joseles Josen Josip Kains Kaird Kemly Kermards Kerrew Kerryerrt Kersey Kerson Kerton Kings Kipkine Kipking Kippeacon Lairds Lancey Lannell Madleir Magnel Magnellie Mahames Mahor Males Mardson Marker Marley Marlton Marmagnes Marmass Marnes Marson Marth Martop Martson Massey Mccam Mccard Mccarrill Merrton Michames Micholan Minne Mitchan Mithy Mogeor Moodd Moought Moouth Morber Mordson Morgeek Morne Morth Mouby Moudey Mouds Mounkip Muell Murne Nabearker Nabeley Naber Nabes Nabram Nabrater Natton Nevell Nichark Nijace Nison Nockrams Nockson Nolet Nolme Norby Otheek Othomogeo Othone Parkemly Parmyte Parrowell Parrton Parry Paull Pauls Peadd Pelbry Pennet Peorts Perse Peterse Petes Phele Philly Phishwor Pinnole Pinsephip Polan Polass Raholl Ramerson Ravidger Ravils Rawsmiter Reigh Revill Rewsming Richouby Riffith Risham Robes Rogeellin Rogeon Rogess Roggrat Roggratt Roggrave Rolapp Ropet Rosive Rougers Rouston Routh Routon Routth Rowland Rowlipton Rowlius Rowns Rthough Salliame Samitess Samshold Saveigold Saver Savill Savis Shamp Shart Shone Siaminis Siampber Sinne Siverson Smichouby Smits Somith Sperr Stanbur Standre Still Sting Stone Stophen Stoudson Stown Stridgeo Strigh Strin Stroberr Strow Sutow Swoorge Swoorgeo Tacey Tackram Tacon Thard Thopheell Thorth Tilles Tillies Toper Tridger Trims Trown Turgaddy Turgarler Turricks Valew Vanigh Vanight Warcharre Warlennow Warmyter Warry Welews Wheek Whiball Whibarrew Whibart Whibasson Whilennet Whill Whilliam Whipp Willer Willew Willey Willie Williuse Willy Willye Willyer Wilsgram Wilsgran Woouttony Wornevis Wrichaws Wrichen Wrick

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Captain Pearse's list of pirates intending to take the King's Pardon (sorted)

Abraham Adam Adams Addy Adonijah Alexander Allen Andrew Andrews Anthony Archibald Arrowsmith Arterile Arthur Ashworth Auger Austin B Barker Barnes Barton Bass Beach Bead Benjamin Berry Birdsale Bishop Bradley Bridges Brown Bryan Bryce Burgess Calvorley Campbell Carman Carroll Carye Champeon Chandler Charles Charlton Charnock Cheek Chissom Chow Christopher Clapp Clarke Clies Clois Coates Cockram Codd Connelly Connor Cornelius Creigh Crew Cullomore Dalrymple Daniel Darby Davey David Davis Daws Dennis Derickson Divelly Dominic Dryker Dunkin Dwoouby Ealling Earle Edmundson Edward Edwards Emly Farrow Fasset Fennet Feversham Forbes Francis Fryers Gador Garrison Garrt Gee Geo George German Glinn Goodson Goudet Grahame Gratrick Griffith Harris Hasselton Hawkins Hawks Hays Henry Hill Holmes Hornigold Houghton Hudson Hunt Hunter Jackson Jacob Jacobs James John Johnson Jones Joseph Josiah Kaine Kemp Kerr Kipperson Lamb Legatt Leigh Leslie Lewis Lyell Magness Mahon Mallet Mann Mark Marmaduke Marshall Martin Matthew Mccarthy Merredith Michelbro Michl Miller Mitchele Moggridge Moodey Morgan Morvat Mounsey Murry Mutlow Nabel Nathaniel Nearne Nevill Nicholas Nichols Noland Nowland Othenius Owell Parker Parmyter Paulsgrave Pearse Pelt Perrin Peter Peters Peterson Phillip Pinfold Poley R Raddon Rawlings Reveire Reynolds Richard Richards Richardson Robert Roberts Roger Rogers Roper Ross Rounsivell Rouse Rowld Rt Samuel Savory Scrimshaw Shear Shipton Sinclair Sipkins Smith South Spencer Stacey Stanbury Stillwell Stoneham Stout Sutton Swoord Taylor Terrell Thomas Thompson Titso Townsend Tristram Trouton Turner Valentine Van Vane Ward Waters Wells Wheeler White Whitehead William Williams Williamson Willis Wilson Wishort Woodall Wright

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OK I appreciate this about the aftermath of 1916 but you also have the fact that the WAR OF INDEPENDENCE was happening in 1919 in Ireland. Like, you're right that she would have been despised, it's just like how in Maths you can prove things shorter with such-and-such a theorem to hand. Ireland was at war with England in 1919, therefore English people were persona non grata.

[As a small addition, the turning point in the public image of the rebels didn't come when they surrendered (theres pictures of them being harassed by the public on their way to jail), it came when they were executed. Connolly was strapped to a chair, Mallin never wanted to die, Willie Pearse was just Patrick's brother.]

It always annoyed me how Tom was supposed to be a journalist back in Dublin (irks my soul that they went to Dublin to be honest) But where did that even go it just flew off, like he must have had some values that would suit that line of work. Yet they just gave it to Edith, I just never understood it??

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“What greater thing has ever happened to me than the coming of that good comrade? Willie and I have been true brothers. Willie’s companionship has been the one solace of my sorrowful life. As a boy, he has been my only playmate, as a man he has been my only intimate friend.” - Pádraig Pearse on his brother William (Willie) Pearse. Artist, Sculptor, Nationalist, Republican, Staff Captain of the Irish Volunteers, Brother and One of the 16 executed rebels of the 1916 Easter Rising

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Signatures of some of the Irish Revolutionaries of 1916. 

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A coloured photo of William Pearse (Pádraig Pearses Brother)

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#OTD in 1908 – Poet, educator and eventual Easter Rising leader, Pádraig Pearse, opens St. Enda’s school for boys (Scoil Eanna).

“I dwell on the importance of the personal element in education. I would have every child not merely a unit in a school attendance, but in some intimate personal way the pupil of a teacher, or to use more expressive words, the disciple of a master … the main objective in education is to help the child to be his own true and best self. What the teacher should bring to his pupil is not a set of…

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Easter Rising as Vines

I have made many mistakes in my life and this is one of them 

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Willie: Magic -

Margaret: You? Magic? Charles, it says TALENT show 

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Pearse: Pussy?

Elizabeth O’Farrell: Yes :)

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Michael Collins: Add two shots of whiskey vodka (proceeds to pour half the bottle)

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Nora Connolly: Dad look, it’s the good kush!

James: This is the dollar store, how good can it be.

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Thomas MacDonagh: (Mixes several drinks, takes a sip) Fuck you.

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Pearse: Would you rather fight a bunch of kindergartners

MacDonagh: I wanna fight a kindergartner

Pearse: See that’s not even the whole question 

MacDonagh: Those kids are gettin’ SLAPPED 

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Roger Casements family: WAKE UP SLEEPYHEAD 

Casement: Ah! (incoherent) 

Random Indian dude: The fuck, man. 

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Thomas MacDonagh and Joseph Plunkett, to Pearse: Let’s tell each other a secret about ourselves, I’ll go first, I hate you.

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Pearse: Play it and you get 100 million dollars, but 100 million people will die

MacDonagh: (Plays it)

Pearse: KEVIN THOMAS NO

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Patrick Pearse's late father James and brother Willie executed 1916.

Patrick Pearse’s late father James and brother Willie executed 1916.

James Pearse father of Willie and Patrick Pearse James Pearse father of Willie and Patrick Pearse Willie Pearse brother of Patrick both executed 1916 Willie Pearse brother of Patrick both executed 1916   With many thanks to: Irish History discussion and debate group.

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my favourite patrick pearse photos

the og patrick pearse photo. look at him. so dignified. such a wonderful pose. he really liked that side profile angle. but look at that hat+coat combo. what a legend.

this barrister's photo is hilarious to me. it looks like he's saying, "when i got my law degree i didn't sign up for this photography shit"

this is probably the best known photo of pearse. he really loved that side profile, like wow. he also seems uncomfortable, which i relate to. love that dude though. what a sweetie

willie and patrick pearse, bros hanging out, bros talking about revolutiony stuff probably

i hereby bless you with Little Pearse, for some reason holding a gun in a photoshoot. foreshadowing at its finest.

at rossa's funeral, a snapshot taken from the crowd as he delivered his oration. this oration, btw, fun fact, was the oration that inspired mick collins to take part in the rising.

and then finally, this is the best photo of pearse to ever exist because it's an action shot of him reading the proclamation, a moment in history that was just barely captured and it's amazing look at it wow i'm so glad someone took this picture

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