Robert and Maureen
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ritalovett
Maureen is like the most stunningly beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. 😍
Robert’s alright looking too, I guess.
I just love them a lot.
Jul. 27th, 2025 12:21 amritalovettForgiveness.
Jul. 27th, 2025 12:12 amritalovett
Ozzy’s passing.
Jul. 25th, 2025 07:13 pmritalovettI’ve been listening to Ozzy-era Sabbath and his solo work for the past couple of days, and it’s just banger after banger.
I’m glad he lived a good life. And I’m glad he got to do one last show, and was surrounded by his family that loved him.
Rest in peace, Prince of Darkness. May your memory forever be a blessing.
In a world more beautiful than this it would have mattered more.
Jul. 24th, 2025 10:27 pmjadelennoxThis essay was alluded to and quoted from in several of the essays I read about Edna St. Vincent Millay. I correctly suspected I could find the journal issue (The Outlook, vol. 147 no. 10, 1927) on the Internet Archive, and I'm very glad I looked for it. Here's a couple-few excerpts.
This is also in reference to Sacco and Vanzetti.
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If I could meet one person from history I've always said it would be Millay, but right now I'm so enamored of her prose I can't even think what I'd say to her. To be able to write like that...!
Did you think I was done with Millay? I was not done.
Jul. 24th, 2025 09:13 pmjadelennoxConscientious Objector
I shall die, but
that is all that I shall do for Death.
I hear him leading his horse out of the stall;
I hear the clatter on the barn-floor.
He is in haste; he has business in Cuba,
business in the Balkans, many calls to make this morning.
But I will not hold the bridle
while he clinches the girth.
And he may mount by himself:
I will not give him a leg up.
Though he flick my shoulders with his whip,
I will not tell him which way the fox ran.
With his hoof on my breast, I will not tell him where
the black boy hides in the swamp.
I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death;
I am not on his pay-roll.
I will not tell him the whereabout of my friends
nor of my enemies either.
Though he promise me much,
I will not map him the route to any man's door.
Am I a spy in the land of the living,
that I should deliver men to Death?
Brother, the password and the plans of our city
are safe with me; never through me
Shall you be overcome.
Time to head for the best tasting poem you have. It's Millay Time.
Jul. 24th, 2025 08:42 pmjadelennoxI posted "Justice Denied In Massachusetts" in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
poetry, and that led me into an absolute Millay spiral. (Also I ended up reading a few pieces like "On Edna St. Vincent Millay's 'Justice Denied in Massachusetts'", and I don't think I realized how many of the poems I already knew are Sacco and Vanzetti poems.)
I didn't feel like inflicting a whole bundle of Millay on everyone who reads poetry but I don't mind inflicting her on all of you. So here goes.
Two Sonnets In Memory
(Nicola Sacco—Bartolomeo Vanzetti)
Executed August 23, 1927
Ⅰ
As men have loved their lovers in times past
And sung their wit, their virtue and their grace,
So have we loved sweet Justice to the last,
That now lies here in an unseemly place.
The child will quit the cradle and grow wise
And stare on beauty till his senses drown;
Yet shall be seen no more by mortal eyes
Such beauty as here walked and here went down.
Like birds that hear the winter crying plain
Her courtiers leave to seek the clement south;
Many have praised her, we alone remain
To break a fist against the lying mouth
Of any man who says this was not so:
Though she be dead now, as indeed we know.
Ⅱ
Where can the heart be hidden in the ground
And be at peace, and be at peace forever,
Under the world, untroubled by the sound
Of mortal tears, that cease from pouring never?
Well for the heart, by stern compassion harried,
If death be deeper than the churchmen say,—
Gone from this world indeed what's graveward carried,
And laid to rest indeed what's laid away.
Anguish enough while yet the indignant breather
Have blood to spurt upon the oppressor's hand;
Who would eternal be, and hang in ether
A stuffless ghost above his struggling land,
Retching in vain to render up the groan
That is not there, being aching dust's alone?
Fannish 50 Challenge 2025: Post # 22: SquidgeWorld Fundraiser
Jul. 24th, 2025 12:15 amride_4eversquidgiepdx has been showing fandom the love for 31 years (he founded Squidge.Org in 1994 to provide both website hosting and mailing lists for fandom and in 2020 he created the SquidgeWorld Archive) and I'm here to say let's have fandom show some love back with a successful fundraiser. (And I'm putting my money where my mouth is: I donated $100.00 to this fundraiser.)Click here for detailed post about the fundraiser and about how to donate.
Click here for Fanlore page about Squidge.Org and SquidgeWorld.
Actually Renee O'Connor and Lucy Lawless would have been great casting
Jul. 22nd, 2025 12:33 amjadelennoxI have started rereading the Amelia Peabody mysteries. It makes me sad that they've definitely had at least a light visit from the suck fairy [note], because I've never realised before how much Amelia is in love with Evelyn in The Crocodile On The Sandbank.
She's obviously got it bad for Emerson as well, but my goodness her jealous desire to spend her life with her beautiful Evelyn is overwhelming.
Note: Amelia was never supposed to be a reliable narrator, and her Victorian Orientalism was always to be read as historical. It's just that in modern conventions we -- correctly -- no longer feel it's okay to portray the likable heroines of (wholly unrealistic) historical romances with historically accurate racism. [back]