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  2. My Virginia Woolf tattoo, finally.

    the quote is taken from “The Waves” and is:

    “Makes my blood purr”.

    You like it?

     
     

  3. Virginia Woolf tattoo (part 2)

    Tomorrow is the day I’m getting my Virginia Woolf tat done. And I am excited as hell.

    25 Jan, there we go!

     
     
  4. 23rd-block: William Carman, Test Ride. 

    23rd-block:

    William Carman, Test Ride. 

     
     

  5. aformofinsanity:

    Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame.

    -Mrs. Dalloway

     
     
  6. C’mon. This is BEAUTY. This is the power of life she describes in her books. Little Virginia Woolf. J’adore. She was amazing, wasn’t she?

    C’mon. This is BEAUTY. This is the power of life she describes in her books.

    Little Virginia Woolf. J’adore.

    She was amazing, wasn’t she?

     
     
  7. "She is at once distant and human, she remains silent as long as she does not want to speak, but then she expresses herself magnificently well."
    — Vita SackVille West (on Virginia Woolf)

    (Source: sycamoresong)

     
     

  8. Tattoo

    I have a big problem, mates. I’ve gone to my tattoo artist today and he has told me the ring tattoo have quite bad results usually, so I have to think another place. I’ve thought that a tat on my collarbone would be cool, but I do not want my parents to notice it.

    Any ideas?

    My tat is a Virginia Woolf’s quote from “The Waves”.

     
     
  9. acandleandawick: But what about Eliot? Will he become ‘Tom’? What happens with friendships undertaken at the age of 40? Do they flourish & live long? I suppose a good mind endures, & one is drawn to it & sticks to it, owing to having a good mind myself. Not that Tom admires my writing, damn him. -Virginia Woolf, diary entry 13th March 1921. I only mention the matter in order to make the point that Virginia Woolf was the centre, not merely of an esoteric group, but of the literary life of London. Her position was due to a concurrence of qualities and circumstances which never happened before, and which I do not think will ever happen again. It maintained the dignified and admirable tradition of Victorian upper middle-class culture - a situation in which the artist was neither the servant of the exalted patron, the parasite of the plutocrat, nor the entertainer of the mob - a situation in which the producer and the consumer of art were on an equal footing, and that neither the highest not the lowest. With the death of Virginia Woolf, a whole pattern of culture is broken: she may be, from one point of view, only the symbol of it; but she would not be the symbol if she had not been, more than anyone in her time, the maintainer of it. Her work will remain; something of her personality will be recorded, but how can her position in the life of her own time be understood by those to whom her time will be so remote that they will not even know how far they fail to understand it? As for us - l’on sait ce que l’on perd. On ne sait jamais ce que l’on rattrapera. -T.S. Eliot, V.W obituary, 1941.

    acandleandawick:

    But what about Eliot? Will he become ‘Tom’? What happens with friendships undertaken at the age of 40? Do they flourish & live long? I suppose a good mind endures, & one is drawn to it & sticks to it, owing to having a good mind myself. Not that Tom admires my writing, damn him.

    -Virginia Woolf, diary entry 13th March 1921.

    I only mention the matter in order to make the point that Virginia Woolf was the centre, not merely of an esoteric group, but of the literary life of London. Her position was due to a concurrence of qualities and circumstances which never happened before, and which I do not think will ever happen again. It maintained the dignified and admirable tradition of Victorian upper middle-class culture - a situation in which the artist was neither the servant of the exalted patron, the parasite of the plutocrat, nor the entertainer of the mob - a situation in which the producer and the consumer of art were on an equal footing, and that neither the highest not the lowest. With the death of Virginia Woolf, a whole pattern of culture is broken: she may be, from one point of view, only the symbol of it; but she would not be the symbol if she had not been, more than anyone in her time, the maintainer of it. Her work will remain; something of her personality will be recorded, but how can her position in the life of her own time be understood by those to whom her time will be so remote that they will not even know how far they fail to understand it? As for us - l’on sait ce que l’on perd. On ne sait jamais ce que l’on rattrapera.

    -T.S. Eliot, V.W obituary, 1941.

     
     
  10. "But if one day you do not come after breakfast, if one day I see you in some looking-glass perhaps looking after another, if the telephone buzzes and buzzes in your empty room, I shall then, after unspeakable anguish, I shall then—for there is no end to the folly of the human heart— seek another, find another, you. Meanwhile, let us abolish the ticking of time’s clock with one blow. Come closer."
    —  Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via beccadarling)