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The Wunderkammer of the Mild Colonial Boy, Esq., a Reactionary Tory Gentleman, who armed only with a Steampowered Babbage Engine and Pure Intentions, wanders the Time Streams and Aetheric Plane gathering an Eccentric Hodgepodge of Curiousities, Frivolities, Whimsicalities and Nonsense.

Q. Why is your Tumblelog called "My Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning"?

A. Because "My Grandmother's Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning" wouldn't fit in the available space.

"There died a myriad
And of the best, among them,
For an old bitch gone in the teeth,
For a botched civilization"

— Ezra Pound (via cityofluciddreams) from Hugh Selwyn Mauberley

(Source: lionsmaw)

flavorpill: In 1945, [Ezra] Pound was arrested by the US Armed Forces while living in Rome after he broadcast anti-American sentiments on Italian radio. The poet was taken to an army disciplinary training center in near Pisa and eventually returned to the US, where he avoided a trial and was committed to a federal mental hospital in DC instead. the top 10 literary outlaws, at Flavorwire. 

flavorpill:

In 1945, [Ezra] Pound was arrested by the US Armed Forces while living in Rome after he broadcast anti-American sentiments on Italian radio. The poet was taken to an army disciplinary training center in near Pisa and eventually returned to the US, where he avoided a trial and was committed to a federal mental hospital in DC instead.

the top 10 literary outlaws, at Flavorwire. 

"Properly, we should read for power. Man reading should be man intensely alive. The book should be a ball of light in one’s hand."

— Ezra Pound (via libraryland)
lolauthors: Ford Maddox Ford, James Joyce, Ezra Pound, and some other guy! Seriously, there’s no info on who that guy on the right is. But I’m sure he had impeccable taste!

lolauthors:

Ford Maddox Ford, James Joyce, Ezra Pound, and some other guy!

Seriously, there’s no info on who that guy on the right is. But I’m sure he had impeccable taste!

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kvetchlandia: E.O. Hoppé     Ezra Pound     1918 “…it hath brought palsey to bed, lyeth between the young bride and her bridegroom                           CONTRA NATURAM They have brought whores for Eleusis Corpses are set to banquet at behest of usura.”   Ezra Pound, Canto XLV    1937 Every once in a while, it seems like a good idea to post a little something by Ezra Pound, who is in the quite bizarre position of being one of the great exemplars of modernist poetry, yet who rejected everything in the world that was modern and was a quasi-fascist and an anti-semite.  Sometimes, things make even less sense that they usually do.  The world is quite the irrational place.

kvetchlandia:

E.O. Hoppé     Ezra Pound     1918

“…it hath brought palsey to bed, lyeth

between the young bride and her bridegroom

                          CONTRA NATURAM

They have brought whores for Eleusis

Corpses are set to banquet

at behest of usura.”   Ezra Pound, Canto XLV    1937

Every once in a while, it seems like a good idea to post a little something by Ezra Pound, who is in the quite bizarre position of being one of the great exemplars of modernist poetry, yet who rejected everything in the world that was modern and was a quasi-fascist and an anti-semite.  Sometimes, things make even less sense that they usually do.  The world is quite the irrational place.

(via rendan)

fakingfashion:  Proenza Schouler FALL 2011 RTW

fakingfashion:

 Proenza Schouler FALL 2011 RTW

(Source: fakingfashion, via ravensedge)

lezgethistorical: Poet Renée Vivien Roses Rising (via Sappho.com) My brunette with the golden eyes, your ivory body, your amber Has left bright reflections in the room    Above the garden. The clear midnight sky, under my closed lids, Still shines….I am drunk from so many roses    Redder than wine. Leaving their garden, the roses have followed me…. I drink their brief breath, I breathe their life.    All of them are here. It’s a miracle….The stars have risen, Hastily, across the wide windows    Where the melted gold pours. Now, among the roses and the stars, You, here in my room, loosening your robe,    And your nakedness glistens Your unspeakable gaze rests on my eyes…. Without stars and without flowers, I dream the impossible    In the cold night.

lezgethistorical:

Poet Renée Vivien

Roses Rising (via Sappho.com)

My brunette with the golden eyes, your ivory body, your amber
Has left bright reflections in the room
   Above the garden.

The clear midnight sky, under my closed lids,
Still shines….I am drunk from so many roses
   Redder than wine.

Leaving their garden, the roses have followed me….
I drink their brief breath, I breathe their life.
   All of them are here.

It’s a miracle….The stars have risen,
Hastily, across the wide windows
   Where the melted gold pours.

Now, among the roses and the stars,
You, here in my room, loosening your robe,
   And your nakedness glistens

Your unspeakable gaze rests on my eyes….
Without stars and without flowers, I dream the impossible
   In the cold night.

electronicalrattlebag: Bad Girl of a Bygone Era “Not much is known about this photo. It looks like the carte-de-visite of a Broadway actress named Nora. That’s all we may ever know about her, though it’s fun to imagine her as a feisty character who smoked cigars, cheated at poker, held séances, and habitually carried a riding crop.”

electronicalrattlebag:

Bad Girl of a Bygone Era

“Not much is known about this photo. It looks like the carte-de-visite of a Broadway actress named Nora. That’s all we may ever know about her, though it’s fun to imagine her as a feisty character who smoked cigars, cheated at poker, held séances, and habitually carried a riding crop.”

(via burningfp)

questionableadvice: ~ Kansas Woman’s Journal, Topeka Kansas, October 1922“Our Waffles Will Please You.”

questionableadvice:

~ Kansas Woman’s Journal, Topeka Kansas, October 1922

“Our Waffles Will Please You.”

questionableadvice: ~ American Library Association, 1914 -1918 via Documenting the American South(click to enlarge)

questionableadvice:

~ American Library Association, 1914 -1918
via Documenting the American South
(click to enlarge)