Showing posts with label H.Granville Fell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label H.Granville Fell. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Poems by Shelley

. . . weak - in - the - knees . . .

H. Granville Fell — Poems by Shelley — ca 1900

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Nocturne

The Belle Époque, French for Beautiful Era—the turning of the 19th century to the 20th—was a graceful time, graphically. So many examples abound from this time.

If I could go back anywhere in time, it would be from that era up to the early 30s, assuming I could avoid the war. . . and the depression . . . and the influenza . . . well, okay, I'd be real careful, armed with a detailed history book and lots of local currency. I would want to visit with Einstein and then peruse all the book stalls and newsstands, and then, and then . . . I dunno, shoot Hitler or something.

H. Granville Fell — Nocturne — 1897

When and where would you go? What would you do?