#strachey

[scrivisempreamezzanotte]

Guess who bought Olivia by Dorothy Bussy cause she's actually a STRACHEY and Is BISEXUAL and had an affair with lady ottoline and dedicated Olivia to the memory of Virginia Woolf and the book was also first published by the Hogarth Press. So yes I spent some real adult money on a first edition to add to my Bloomsbury collection

[flowerytale]

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Lytton Strachey (September 1925)

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Prompt: Famous Last Words

Choose one of these famous last words, and either create a new story/poem or continue writing the story...

Does nobody understand? —James Joyce (1941)

Go on, get out! Last words are for fools who haven’t said enough. —Karl Marx (1883)

I am about to, or I am going to, die. Either expression is used. —Dominique Bouhours, grammarian (1702)

I’ve had eighteen straight whiskies, I think that’s the record … After 39 years, this is all I’ve done. —Dylan Thomas (1953)

If this is dying, I don’t think much of it. —Lytton Strachey (1932)

It has all been very interesting. —Mary Wortley Montagu (1762)

It would really be more than the English could stand if another century began and I were still alive. I am dying as I have lived – beyond my means. —Oscar Wilde (1900)

Make the world better. —Lucy Stone, suffragist (1893)

Now I’ll have eine kleine pause. —Kathleen Ferrier (1953)

On the whole, I’d rather be in Philadelphia. —W. C. Fields (1946)

From "Famous Last Words" by Green, J. (1979)

More: Writing Prompts ⚜ The First Lines ⚜ The Last Lines (pt. 1) (pt. 2)

[bazzys]

The Charleston House

Home of the Bloomsbury Group

[mrdirtybear]

Eminent homosexual Lytton Strachey (1880-1932), as photographed at his ease by Dora Carrington (1893-1932). Strachey was the least accomplished of his literary family until he wrote 'Eminent Victorians' and changed to rules for writing biographies. Please left click here for more about that rule changing book a century on, in The Guardian. What not to say about about Lytton Strachey; 'It takes one degenerate to expose, or cover up, degeneracy in another.'.

[k-wame]

JAMES NORTON & ED BIRCH 2015 • Life in Squares • S1·EP2 • dir. Simon Kaijser 

[oldmanpuppyplay]

So I recently found out that Richard Stevenson, the author of the Donald Strachey mysteries, passed away in 2022 and I feel these books and their movie adaptations are WOEFULLY under appreciated pieces of gay media history. The first book, Death Trick, was released in 1981 and he continued writing Strachey books all the way up to 2019 so there's plenty to sink your teeth into on top of all his other work. Needless to say I recommend them for a fun but grounded look at gay culture in a neo noir setting. And you know, fuck it, download the 4 movie adaptations from HereTV from my google drive. The first movie is Third Man Out. Go Forth And Enjoy Gay Detectives!

[chaotic-history]

Fellas is it gay to hold a perler bead figure of your favorite historical figure like a stuffed animal while trying to go sleep after mentally going on an emo rant about how his poetry is the only thing that gets you

[mdemn]

so that was what love led to. to wound and be wounded.

brute: poems - emily skaja, belovéd - yves olade, lie from peripety (2008) - jen mazza, we are hard - margaret atwood, tumblr user @heavensghost, olivia (1949) - dorothy bussy (née strachey).

[thensson]

love as a wound

Olivia, Dorothy Strachey || The Roots Around my Ribcage, Seyda Noire || Saint Catherine Drinks the Blood of Christ, Francesco Vanni || The Last Motel Before a Decade's Long Purgatory, Silas Denver Melvin || Roberto Ferri || The Stream of Life, Clarice Lispector || Underbelly, Nicole Homer || The Incredulity of Saint Thomas, Guercino || The Encounter, Louise Gluck || The Waves, Virginia Woolf

[yourdailyqueer]

Esther Murphy Strachey (deceased)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

DOB: 22 October 1897 

RIP: 23 November 1962

Ethnicity: White - American

Occupation: Academic, historian, socialite

[corallapis]

Three photographs by Cecil Beaton, 1927. Middle photo, L-R: Rex Whistler, Cecil Beaton, Georgia Sitwell, William Walton, Stephen Tennant, Zita Jungman, and Teresa ‘Baby’ Jungman.

The most memorable of all is a group portrait taken at Wilsford in the summer of 1927. Here, got up in the style of a Watteau fête champêtre, sit seven of the most dandified exquisites ever placed before a camera. [...] It is an extraordinary portrait — stylized, sophisticated, ultramodern, and yet, in its dandy posturing, hugely frivolous and self-centered, an image that, in the end, conveys nothing except it's own artificiality. By chance, Lytton Strachey arrived at Wilsford while the pictures were being taken. “Strange creatures,” he is supposed to have remarked, “with just a few feathers were brains should be.”

— D. J. Taylor, Bright Young People

Cecil and the Bright Young Things had come of age in the aftermath of the First World War, a stain they took great pains to expunge from their immediate landscape. Did they feel survivors' guilt? [...] They felt perhaps that their contributions to a Brave New World should be an excess of superficiality and inward-looking self-absorption, a world of illusion, with which to dispel an inexplicable past. The heroes were gone, and the survivors could do nothing but fail to measure up. So on they went.

— Robin Muir, Cecil Beaton's Bright Young Things

[krazycattgurl]

Donald and Timmy ❤️

[wenellyb]

Some of you have never seen the Donald Strachey mystery series and it shows.

[aboutbirds]

I care for neither fugues nor feathers. What interests me most is the people Who have always interested me most, To see them without their passions And to understand them. Perhaps, without their passions, they will be Men of memories explaining what they meant. One man opposing a society If properly misunderstood becomes a myth. I fear the understanding. Death ought to spare their passions. Memory without passion would be better lost. But memory and passion, and with these The understanding of heaven, would be bliss, If anything would be bliss. How strange a thing it was to understand And how strange it ought to be again, this time Without the distortions of the theater, Without the revolutions' ruin, In the presence of the barefoot ghosts! Perception as an act of intelligence And perception as an act of grace Are two quite different things, in particular When applied to the mythical. As for myself, I feel a doubt: I am uncertain whether the perception Applied on earth to those that were myths In every various sense, ought not to be preferred To an untried perception applied In heaven. But I have no choice. In this apologetic air, one well Might muff the mighty spirit of Lenin. That sort of thing was always rather stiff. Let's hope for Mademoiselle de Lepinasse, Instead, or Horace Walpole or Mrs. Thrale. He is nothing, I know, to me nor I to him. I had looked forward to understanding. Yet An understanding may be troublesome. I'd rather not. No doubt there's a quarter here, Dixhuitième and Georgian and serene.

Wallace Stevens, "Lytton Strachey, Also, Enters into Heaven," from Collected Poetry and Prose

[mrdirtybear]

'Study for Portrait of Lytton Strachey' as drawn in 1913 by Australian born British artist Henry Lamb (1883-1960). This image is one of many that was only recently revealed in November 2016 to be one of the 47 lots that were part of the collection of definitively modern modern art collector, David Bowie.