A picture taken on my way to a studio visit. I knew the picture would look better in black and white, but there is no Black and White setting on my device, only related options, which led me to choose Noir because it offered the highest contrast. I was hoping the photo would capture some of that Lee Friedlander energy, but all I got was a whisper of Laurence Oliver introducing another episode of The World at War (1973).
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Monday, November 11, 2019
Three Poets
In the summer of 1916 Graves (above, bottom) receives a serious lung wound (it was originally reported that he was killed). His friend Siegfried Sassoon (above, top) is wounded in the lung as well. Both are returned to England.
Here is Graves on Page 188 of Goodbye to All That (1929):
"England looked strange to us returned soldiers. We could not understand the war-madness that ran wild everywhere, looking for a pseudo-military outlet. The civilians talked a foreign language; and it was a newspaper language. I found serious conversation with my parents all but impossible."
The 1929 publication of Goodbye to All That was the end of Graves and Sassoons' friendship. Sassoon felt the book was factually inaccurate; he was bothered also by Graves's 1918 marriage to Nancy Nicholson, and his 1926 affair with the American poet Laura Riding.
Here is a 1925 poem by Laura Riding (Gottschalk):
The Lovers
They come glowing to the gates of the city,
Armed with tenderness,
Resolute to parade
Beneath the windows of the cold women,
With their gifts warm on their shoulders.
The women sit frigidly smiling in their frames,
And their eyes are the eyes of Medusa.
Who but lovers,
Who but unslaked lovers may be starved so?
There is one bird left in the city of the cold women,
Forager of doorsteps,
Cosset of cold women.
It is sweet carrion they scatter to him.
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