#W.N.P

[laku-incarnate]

W.N.P. Barbellion (7 September 1889 – 22 October 1919), English diarist. Illustration by John Nash.

#W.N.P. Barbellion #Bruce Frederick Cummings #The Journal of a Disappointed Man #English diarist #John Nash #A Last Diary #naturalist #multiple sclerosis

[depressed-leo]

Większość z nas w domu: ojciec, matka

Ale w tych tematach zawsze chowała nas pornografia

#Spotify

[aidaxz]

"Chłopcy widzą co chcą, potem chłopcy chcą to, co widzą

Chcą mieć prywatną boginię seksu, która jednocześnie jest dziewicą

Chcą mieć w łożu Marię Magdalenę, co jest jednocześnie zakonnicą

Krótko mówiąc, żeby dziewczę podobało jednocześnie się salonom i ulicom

Ta kobieta zawsze musi chcieć trójkąt, chociaż nie jest biseksualistką

Ty wiadomo zawsze mówisz: "homo - fujka", ale w sumie, że lesbijki git są

Zgadywanie jakie tanie masz fantazje w bani dla niej ma tu być jedyną misją"

#taco hemingway #W.N.P #song #muzyka #rapmusic #rap #cytat

[xdark-placex]

Chłopcy widzą co chcą, potem chłopcy chcą to, co widzą. Chcą mieć prywatną boginię seksu, która jednocześnie jest dziewicą.

#tacohemingway #jarmark #W.N.P

[literarymedicine]

— W.N.P. Barbellion diary entry 9th May 1911.

#w.n.p. barbellion #diaries #lit

[lostography]

These summer days are eating into my being.

Wilhelm Nero Pilate Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man

#Wilhelm nero pilate barbellion #W.N.P. Barbellion #lostography #summertime sadness

[entheognosis]

I take a jealous pride in my Simian ancestry. I like to think that I was once a magnificent hairy fellow living in the trees and that my frame has come down through geological time via sea jelly and worms and Amphioxus, Fish, Dinosaurs and Apes. Who would exchange these for the pallid couple in the Garden of Eden?   

 — W.N.P. Barbellion

#w.n.p. barbellion

[alwaysalreadyangry]

My old headmaster once prophesied for me "a brilliant career." That was when I was in the Third Form. Now I have more than a suspicion that I am one of those who, as he once pointed out, grow sometimes out of a brilliant boyhood into very commonplace men. This continuous ill health is having a very obvious effect on my work and activities. With what courage I possess I have to face the fact that to-day I am unable to think or express myself as well as when I was a boy in my teens—witness this Journal!

I intend to go on however. I have decided that my death shall be disputed all the way.

Oh! it is so humiliating to die! I writhe to think of being overcome by so unfair an enemy before I have demonstrated myself to maiden aunts who mistrust me, to colleagues who scorn me, and even to brothers and sisters who believe in me.

As an Egotist I hate death because I should cease to be I.

Most folk, when sick unto death, gain a little consolation over the notoriety gained by the fact of their decease. Criminals enjoy the pomp and circumstance of their execution. Voltaire said of Rousseau that he wouldn't mind being hanged if they'd stick his name on the gibbet. But my own death would be so mean and insignificant. Guy de Maupassant died in a grand manner—a man of intellect and splendid physique who became insane. Tusitala's death in the South Seas reads like a romance. Heine, after a life of sorrow, died with a sparkling witticism on his lips; Vespasian with a jest.

But I cannot for the life of me rake up any excitement over my own immediate decease—an unobtrusive passing away of a rancorous, disappointed, morbid, and self-assertive entomologist in a West Kensington Boarding House—what a mean little tragedy! It is hard not to be somebody even in death.

(...)

Whatever misfortune befalls me I do hope I shall be able to meet it unflinchingly. I do not fear ill-health in itself, but I do fear its possible effect on my mind and character.... Already I am slowly altering, as the Lord liveth. Already for example my sympathy with myself is maudlin.

Whenever the blow shall fall, some sort of a reaction must be given. Heine flamed into song. Beethoven wrote the 5th Symphony. So what shall I do when my time comes? I don't think I have any lyrics or symphonies to write, so I shall just have to grin and bear it—like a dumb animal.... As long as I have spirit and buoyancy I don't care what happens—for I know that or so long I cannot be accounted a failure. The only real failure is one in which the victim is left spiritless, dazed, dejected with blackness all around, and within, a knife slowly and unrelentingly cutting the strings of his heart.

My head whirls with conflicting emotions, struggling, desperate ideas, and a flood of impressions of all sorts of things that are never sufficiently sifted and arranged to be caught down on paper. I am brought into this world, hustled along it and then hustled out of it, with no time for anything. I want to be on a great hill and square up affairs.

W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man

#wnp barbellion #the journal of a disappointed man #lit #death #he is what. twenty three here? #aaaggghhhhh

[appleinfused]

Aesthetic moodboard for @sirenoirs

“ Youth is an intoxication without wine. [...] ” 

               ― W.N.P. Barbellion

#moodboard #aesthetic #aesthetic moodboard

[corkcitylibraries]

It Seems Like Nothing Changes

Paul Cussen

March 1919

The ‘German Plot’ internees are released.

Terence MacSwiney is released on humanitarian grounds to support Muriel through a severe attack of influenza. 

Ireland’s first diplomatic mission is set up at the Grand Hotel in Paris where Sean T Ó Ceallaigh and George Gavan Duffy try to get recognition for the Irish Republic before the Paris peace conference. Their mission is expensive and frustrating as the cost of living and working in Paris mounts and the press turn a deaf ear to the Irish. Ó Ceallaigh, exasperated, writes to Cathal Brugha looking for:

a few thousand pounds—don’t be too greatly shocked by the light way I speak of it for the purpose of smoothing a passage to the presence of great men here and of securing the ear of the press. You can get nothing whatsoever done otherwise.

Admiral Sims returns to the United States on board the Mauretania and Rear-Admiral H.S. Knapp succeeds him in command of Naval Forces in Europe.

The ‘Battle of Bow Street’ breaks out when around two thousand foreign soldiers and sailors clash with local police in London. Thirty servicemen are arrested and seven American soldiers and sailors are handed over to Military Police and Shore Patrol as well as four Canadian servicemen later charged with incitement to riot. Six other injured servicemen are kept under guard in hospital before a later appearance in court.

The Journal of a Disappointed Man by Bruce Frederick Cummings, writing as W.N.P. Barbellion, is published.  It is a personal account of multiple sclerosis, unique philosophy and personal resignation, described by its author as "a study in the nude".  It is published by Chatto & Windus though it was originally optioned by Collins who eventually rejected the book because they feared its "lack of morals" would damage their reputation. The preface to the first edition is written by H.G. Wells.

The Thrill Book, a pulp magazine tending towards speculative fiction, is published by Street & Smith with a plan to publish twice a month.

In the Division II final Knockavilla lose 0-0 to Millstreet 0-2. Kinsale win Division III of the county hurling championship, beating Doneraile by 4-1 to 2-1.

1 March          

The Cork Examiner reports on the findings at a conference held at the Institute of Hygiene in London the previous day at which nose and throat specialist Sir St. Clair Thomson said that “influenza was undoubtedly “Splashed!” upon us by coughing and sneezing – even by laughing”.  In the Irish Times report on the conference, Thomson advised that “a person who coughed without putting up his hand or sneezed without using a handkerchief should be prosecuted for indecency”. All speakers at the conference “emphasised the importance of good food and fresh air”.

The beginning of the Samil Movement when 33 racial representatives meeting at Taehwagwan, Seoul announce that Korea will no longer be under Japanese rule.

2 March      

Sergeant Leslie Glynn dies at North Fever Hospital (B.1892, USA)

First congress of Communist International opens at the Kremlin.

4 March      

Gunner Tom Barry arrives home from Egypt

4-5 March   

The Kinmel Park mutiny takes place in Wales. 15,000 Canadian troops are stationed there awaiting repatriation after the Great War.

                  The mutineers were our own men, stuck in the mud of North Wales, waiting impatiently to get back to Canada – four months after the end of the war. The 15,000 Canadian troops that concentrated at Kinmel didn't know about the strikes that held up the fuelling ships and which had caused food shortages. The men were on half rations, there was no coal for the stove in the cold grey huts, and they hadn't been paid for over a month. Forty-two had slept in a hut meant for thirty, so they each took turns sleeping on the floor, with one blanket each.                                            - Noel Barbour Gallant Protestors, 1975

6 March      

Pierce McCan, member of the First Dáil representing Tipperary East dies in Gloucester Jail having been arrested under the ‘German Plot’ and held for ten months without charge or trial (b. 1882, Ballyanne Desmesne, Wexford)

7 March      

Acting CSM Arthur Vincent dies at the Central Military Hospital (b. 1887, Northumberland)

10 March    

Matthew Hogan, a fifteen year old from Tipperary, is kidnapped by police and moved to an unknown destination.

11 March       

Sergeant Michael O’Riordan dies of influenza (b. 1888, Douglas)

12 March    

Private William Smith dies of an accidental gunshot wound to the head at Ballyvonaire Military Camp (b. 1892, Sunderland)

13 March       

Stoker 1st class William Whitmill dies of TB (b. 1892, London)

Private Laurence O’Sullivan dies of influenza at Cork Central Military Hospital (b. 1887)

16 March      

 Robert Barton, Sinn Féin TD for West Wicklow, escapes from his cell in Mountjoy Gaol, leaving behind a note:

                       I am about to make an escape from your hospitality. If I escape, well and good, if not I am prepared to suffer the consequences... I hope that we may shortly turn your prison to a useful national purpose.

17 March      

 Nat King Cole is born in Montgomery, Alabama (d. 1965)

Dutch steel workers strike for an eight hour day and minimum wages.

Commander Petr A. Solodukhin's brigade overwhelm the French and White Russian troops garrisoned at Bolshie Ozerki.

18 March       

The analytic philosopher Gertrude Elizabeth Margaret Anscombe is born in Limerick (d. 2001)

Seán Moylan is arrested for a seditious speech in Cullen.

19 March        

Alfred Person (46) is shot dead at his home 146 Richmond Road, Dublin. The father of a British Army staff sergeant he is thought to have been shot while attempting to prevent raiders from taking guns from his collection.

20 March    

IRA volunteers raid Collinstown airfield outside Dublin. They capture 75 rifles and approximately 5,000 rounds of ammunition.

22 March    

The Cork Branch of the Irish Women’s Association (founded by the Countess Bandon in December 1915) closes its depot, 37 Grand Parade, at its final meeting.

23 March    

The 6th Battalion of the Yorkshire Regiment and troops from the American 339th Infantry Regiment attack Bolshie Ozerki losing 75 men.

Mussolini founds the Fascist Party (Partito Nazionale Fascista) in Milan.

People march in Brisbane in the second demonstration against the War Precautions Act (legislation based on the British Defence of the Realm Act). Contrary to assurances made to the police red flags of various sizes are unfurled by the marchers and their numbers swell to over 1,000.

24 March    

Lawrence Ferlinghetti, poet and co-founder of City Lights Booksellers & Publishers, is born in Yonkers, New York.

A crowd of up to 8,000 march in Brisbane protesting against the Red Flag marchers. Fighting lasts for two hours and 100 men receive bayonet wounds while between 14 and 19 police officers are injured. Sadly 3 police horses are shot, one of which later dies, while 19 of the injured protestors (ex-servicemen) are evacuated by ambulance.

28 March    

Two paintings by E.E. Cummings appear in a show of the New York Society of Independent Artists.

29 March    

Piaras Beaslaí, Pat Fleming and eighteen other republican prisoners escape over the wall of Mountjoy using a rope ladder.

Resident Magistrate, John Milling is shot dead in Westport, County Mayo reportedly because he sent volunteers to prison for unlawful assembly and drilling. The retired RIC District Inspector is 46.

30 March    

Two RIC constables, Constable Hayes and Constable Creed, while patrolling at the Cork and Muskerry Terminus on the Western Road, bid good morning to a man walking along the middle of the road. When the man does not reply, they proceed to stop and question him. The man produces a revolver and Constable Hayes is shot through the hip (an injury from which he makes a full recovery). The man escapes in the direction of Hanover Street.

31 March    

The Red Army launch attacks against the Allied and White Russian forces in the Battle of Bolshie Ozerki. Both sides suffer heavily from exposure despite sunny days. Nighttime temperatures fall to -20°C.

#History to Blame #Irish History #World History #Cork City Libraries

[great-quotes]

Pray God the curtain falls at the right moment lest the play drag on ... W.N.P. Barbellion [1167x877] MORE COOL QUOTES!

#greatquotes #quote #motivational #life

[grandpadinosaur]

"At The Foot Of The Cliffs I Met An Old Man"

“At The Foot Of The Cliffs I Met An Old Man”

1913:“At the foot of the cliffs,” W.N.P. Barbellion wrote in his journal on 27 June, “[I] met an old man gathering sticks. As he ambled along dropping sticks into a long sack he called out casually, ‘Do you believe in Jesus Christ?’ in the tone of voice in which one would say, ‘I think we shall have some rain before night.’ ‘Aye, aye,’ came the answer without hesitation from a boy lying on his…

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#1913 #Carbonic Acid #Great Britain #Jesus Christ #Percy Shelley #The Journal of a Disappointed Man #W.N.P. Barbellion

[lostography]

No, I am not a martyr or a saint. Just an ordinary devil who’s having a rough time.

W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man

#WNP Barbellion

[eatfood-nottoomuch-mostlyplants]

Pray God the curtain falls at the right moment lest the play drag on ... W.N.P. Barbellion [1167x877]

#Pray God the curtain falls at the right moment lest the play drag on ... W.N.P. Barbellion [1167x877

[lucysimms]

This picture is from a dance function at Lucy Simms School. I believe it is a prom (among the final ones, at that), but I cannot confirm. I will arrange another meeting with the Shenandoah Black Heritage Center this week to gather more information so I can make this and other pictures available to the public.

As the semester enters its final stretch, I am made to begin contemplating my experience with the Lucy Simms Project, although this is by no means my final update to this blog. In the last week I’ve been continuing the search for metadata for hundreds of pictures on the project’s site, and have yet to come across any information particularly exciting or engaging. I am considering creating a series of ‘dossiers’ -- or mini-biographies -- on key people involved in the story of Lucy Simms School. These may include still living people who are involved with the project, as well as key individuals who have long since passed, but had a significant impact on the development of the black community in Harrisonburg. Hopefully, this would aid future interns in more quickly getting a hang of the important people in the project and the history of Newtown more generally, as there a few common individuals that the extant historiography of Newtown makes repeated mentions of. There is, for example, one W.N.P. Harris, who was a principal for some time and was widely beloved. It would be good to deliver this product and help with future work in this way. Currently I am at 114 hours.      

[alwaysalreadyangry]

May 2.

To C—— Hill. Too much taken with the beauty of the Woods to be able to do any nesting. Here are some of the things I saw: the bark on several of the trees in the mazzard orchards rubbed into a beautifully smooth, polished surface by the Red Devon Cows when scratching where it itched; I put my hand on the smooth almost cherry-red patch of bark and felt delighted and grateful that cows had fleas: the young shoots of the whortle-berry plants on the hill were red tipped with the gold of an almost horizontal sun. I caught a little lizard which slipped across my path.... Afar off down in the valley I had come through, in a convenient break in a holly bush, I could just see a Cow sitting on her matronly haunches in a field. She flicked her ears and two starlings settled on her back. A Rabbit swept out of a sweet-brier bush, and a Magpie flew out of the hedge on my right.

In another direction I could see a field full of luscious, tall, green grass. Every stalk was so full of sap that had I cut one I am sure it would have bled great green drops. In the field some lambs were sleeping; one woke up and looked at me with the back of its head to the low sun, which shone through its two small ears and gave them a transparent pink appearance.

No sooner am I rebaptized in the sun than I have to be turning home again. No sooner do "the sudden lilies push between the loosening fibres of the heart" than I am whisked back into the old groove—the daily round. If only I had more time!—more time in which to think, to love, to observe, to frame my disposition, to direct as far as in me lies the development and unfolding of my character, if only I could direct all my energies to the great and difficult profession of life, of being man instead of trifling with one profession that bores me and dabbling in another.

W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man (entry from 1909)

#wnp barbellion #the journal of a disappointed man #lit