#Cecil Day-Lewis

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Cecil Day-Lewis (1942) by Cecil Beaton. Anglo Irish poet and father of Daniel Day-Lewis.

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(via Killer Covers: And a Very Merry Christmas to All!)

The Corpse in the Snowman, by “Nicholas Blake,” aka Cecil Day-Lewis (Popular Library, 1945). Cover art by H. Lawrence Hoffman

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The Dreadful Hollow

My thoughts on The Dreadful Hollow by #NicholasBlake #CrimeFiction #BookReview

A review of The Dreadful Hollow by Nicholas Blake – 240311 Drawing its title from the opening line of Tennyson’s Maud: A Monodrama, the tenth book in Nicholas Blake’s Nigel Strangeways series, originally published in 1953, starts off as a relatively simple case of poison-pen letters, but takes a grimmer and more disturbing turn midway through the book. One of the characters, Stanford Blick,…

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"She was a spoilt child, and spoilt children are apt to grow up irresponsible, and irresponsible adults - by not facing the seriousness of their own actions - do create a dream atmosphere that affects outsiders too."

Nigel Strangeways

Malice in Wonderland, Nicholas Blake (pseud. Cecil Day-Lewis), 1940

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The river this November afternoon

Rests in an equipoise of sun and cloud:

A glooming light, a gleaming darkness shroud

Its passage. All seems tranquil, all in tune.

– Cecil Day-Lewis, The Complete Poems of C. Day Lewis

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A Room with a View (1985) Director: James Ivory

“A far off the towers of Florence and she wandered as though in a dream through the wavering golden sea of barley touched with crimson stains of poppies. All unobserved he came to her. Isn't it immortal? There came from his lips no wordy protestations such as formal lovers use, no eloquence was his, nor did he suffer from the lack of it. He simply unfolded her in his manly arms… What is it about Italy that makes lady novelists reach such summits of absurdity?”

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The Volunteer

Tell them in England, if they ask What brought us to these wars, To this plateau beneath the night’s Grave manifold of stars –

It was not fraud or foolishness, Glory, revenge, or pay: We came because our open eyes Could see no other way.

There was no other way to keep Man’s flickering truth alight: These stars will witness that our course Burned briefer, not less bright.

Beyond the wasted olive-groves, The furthest lift of land, There calls a country that was ours And here shall be regained.

Shine on us, memoried and real, Green-water-silken meads: Rivers of home, refresh our path Whom here your influence leads.

Here in a parched and stranger place We fight for England free, The good our fathers won for her, The land they hoped to see.

by Cecil Day Lewis

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For sacrifice, there are certain principles - Few, but essential.   I do not mean your ritual. This you have learnt - The garland, the salt, a correct use of the knife, And what to do with the blood: Though it is worth reminding you that no two Sacrifices ever turn out alike - Not where this god is concerned.   The celebrant's approach may be summed up In three words - patience, joy, Disinterestedness. Remember, you do not sacrifice For your own glory or peace of mind: You are there to assist the clients and please the god.   It goes without saying That only the best is good enough for the god. But the best - I must emphasize it - even your best Will by no means always be found acceptable. Do not be discouraged: Some lizard or passing cat may taste your sacrifice And bless the god: it will not be entirely wasted.   But the crucial point is this: You are called only to make the sacrifice: Whether or no he enters into it Is the god's affair; and whatever the handbooks say, You can neither command his presence nor explain it - All you can do is to make it possible. If the sacrifice catches fire of its own accord On the altar, well and good. But do not Flatter yourself that discipline and devotion Have wrought the miracle: they have only allowed it. So luck is all I can wish you, or need wish you. And every time you prepare to lay yourself On the altar and offer again what you have to offer, Remember, my son, Those words - patience, joy, disinterestedness.

Final Instructions by Cecil Day Lewis

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The Beast Must Die (Viñoly Barreto, Argentina, 1952)

THE BEAST MUST DIE (1952) is another fabulous rescue mission from Flicker Alley and The Film Noir Foundation. An adaptation of a detective novel by Cecil Day Lewis – Daniel’s father – under the pseudonym of Nicholas Blake, the fourth novel in the Strangeways series. The beast is a rich industrialist who beats his wife, abuses his stepchild, and is openly having an affair with his business…

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*I left out my three least favourites because there's 15 on the anthology, but those three were: Climbing my Grandfather (Andrew Waterhouses), Love's Philosophy (Percy Shelley) and Before You Were Mine (Carol Ann Duffy)

Power and Conflict version of this poll

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this poem (walking away by cecil day lewis) has literally stuck with me for years now and it's about a parent and their child but this part is also about aziraphale and crowley

photoset by alex!!

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I have had worse partings, but none that so Gnaws at my mind still. Perhaps it is roughly Saying what God alone could perfectly show - How selfhood begins with a walking away, And love is proved in the letting go.

Cecil Day-Lewis, Walking Away

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Minute For Murder

My thoughts on Minute for Murder by #NicholasBlake #CrimeFiction #BookReview

A review of Minute for Murder by Nicholas Blake – 240108 The problem with putting an author on a pedestal, as I have done with Nicholas Blake, the pen name of Cecil Day-Lewis, is that when you come across a book that falls slightly below their expected standard, you feel more disappointed than you would have done if you had read a fair to middling book from an author you have no particular…

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Old Bill Cipher was hopping around

Tumblr City like a big playground

When suddenly Megamind burst from the shade

And hit Bill Cipher with a Mindgrenade

Bill Cipher got pissed and began to attack

But didn't expect to be blocked by Black Hat

Who proceeded to open up a can of Hat-Fu

When Lewis Pepper came out of the blue

And he started beating up Blackquille Hat’neal

Then they both got flattened by the Mindmobile

But before it could make it back to the Mindcave

Jack Skellington popped out of his grave

And took an AK-47 out from under his hat

And blew Megamind away with a rat-a-tat-tat

But he ran out of bullets and he ran away

Because Herobrine came to save the day

This is the ultimate showdown of sexyman destiny

Objects and twinks and explosions as far as the eye can see

And only one will survive, I wonder who it will be

This is the ultimate showdown of sexyman destiny

Bill Cipher took a bite out of Herobrine

Like The Warden took a bite out of crime

And then Black Hat came back covered in a tire track

But Slenderman jumped out and landed on his back

And Megamind was injured, and trying to get steady

When Jack Skellington came back with a machete

But suddenly something caught his leg and he slowed

Nagito Komaeda took him out with his hope

Then he saw Bill Cipher sneaking up from behind

And he reached for his gun which he just couldn't find

'Cause Megamind stole it and he shot and he missed

And Slenderman deflected it with his fist

Then he jumped in the air and did a somersault

While Jack Skellington tried to pole vault

Onto Herobrine, but they collided in the air

Then they both got hit by a Reigen stare

This is the ultimate showdown of sexyman destiny

Objects and twinks and explosions as far as the eye can see

And only one will survive, I wonder who it will be

This is the ultimate showdown

Angels sang out with immaculate amour

Down from the heavens descended Cecil Palmer

Who delivered a kick that was powered by the weather

Into the crotch of Nagito Komaeda

Who fell over on the ground, writhing in pain

As Megamind changed back into Normal Brain (?)

But Cecil saw through his clever disguise

And he crushed Megamind’s head in between his thighs

Then Professor Venomous and maid-dress Raymond

And the Once-Ler and Turbo and Ingo and Spamton

And Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice and Wheatley

And trickster god Loki and self-aware Benr(e)y

Alastor, Dr. Habit, Junkrat, Guzma, Almond Cookie

The whole cast of Goncharov (1973)

Bruno Madrigal and Purple Guy

Tony the Clock, DOC OCK, and King Dice

All came out of nowhere lightning fast

And they kicked Cecil Palmer in his radio ass

It was the bloodiest battle that the world ever saw

With tumblrinas looking on in total awe

The fight raged on for like two weeks

Many lives were claimed, but eventually

The champion stood, the rest saw their better

Sans Undertale in a bloodstained sweater

This is the ultimate showdown of sexyman destiny

Objects and twinks and explosions as far as the eye can see

And only one will survive, I wonder who it will be

This is the ultimate showdown

(The sexiest showdown)

This is the ultimate showdown

(The sexiest showdown)

This is the ultimate showdown

Of sexyman destiny