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oceancentury · 5 months
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“A man’s life is brief; a book's life may be prolonged century after century.” - Irish novelist, George Moore (1852 - 1933). Painted by Edouard Manet, 1879.
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soracities · 1 year
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Dear vision, dear and divine, how shall I tell anew the one thing which seems to me worth telling, that all I am capable of conceiving of immortality I see in thee. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.
George Moore, in a letter to Lady Emerald Cunard (May 1908), Letters to Lady Cunard: 1895-1933
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Dion Fortune - The Sea Priestess - Samuel Weiser - 1972 (jacket design by George Moore)
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themindelectric4 · 7 months
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"It's time for us to go to the strawberry fields, Billy"
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beljar · 2 years
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Green in Modernism
Yellow in Post-Impressionism // Black in Van Gogh's Paintings // Violet in Sisley's Paintings // Blue in Sisley's Landscapes // Edvard Munch's Paintings
View from the studio window of the artist in Paris (1900) by Paula Modersohn Becker // George Moore in the Artist's Garden (1879) by Edouard Manet // Haystack in the evening light (1902) by Paula Modersohn Becker // Dance at the Moulin de la Galette (1890) by Ramon Casas // Promenade (1880) by Edouard Manet // Birch Trunk in front of Landscape (1903) by Paula Modersohn Becker
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khruschevshoe · 9 months
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Y'all I am SCREAMING I cannot BELIEVE that this is how the George chapter ends in the outsider-POV fic that Kenna Jenkins released for Burn the House Down on her ao3 account??? I am SOBBING???
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@henrythepug @flower-crowned-lady @neutral-wizard
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bruce-morrow · 10 months
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The Philosopher and Me, 2023
GIF: Bruce Morrow
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The music is by Mike Scott of The Waterboys. The words are by William Butler Yeats (and George Moore).
A song from the play Cathleen ni Houlihan (1902), sung by the Poor Old Woman: 
"They shall be remembered for ever
They shall be alive for ever,
They shall be speaking for ever,
The people shall hear them for ever."
From "The Blood Bond," a song from the play (1901), by Yeats and Moore, lines sung by Diarmuid:
"Let the sea bear witness,
Let the wind bear witness,
Let the earth bear witness,
Let the fire bear witness,
Let the dew bear witness,
Let the stars bear witness!"
[Texts from William Butler Yeats, The Poems, ed. Richard J. Finneran (New York: Macmillan, 1983), 537, 538.]
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henrythepug · 1 year
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Another Burn the House Down update!
The first death was way more painful than it should have been. It literally says it’s gonna happen on the back. I just have such a soft spot for himbo’s and George was just way to sweet 😭
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oceancentury · 5 months
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The Irish and land in literature.
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happyandbubbly · 2 years
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A winner is just a loser who tried one more time. - George M. Moore Jr.
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debrink · 1 year
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Excelsior & Eureka Cycles
Bayliss Thomas & Co., Coventry
~ George Moore (British, 1853-1933), 1900’s
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themindelectric4 · 7 months
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Inspired by Paul is dead (2018) short film
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stranger15 · 11 months
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"Julia Cahill's Curse" by George Moore (1903)
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khruschevshoe · 9 months
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George Moore
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Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
-Eleanor Rigby, The Beatles
George Moore has never been the life of the party. Has never wanted to be, either. He is a man who delights most in a book and a quiet moment with those he loves, the number of which is cursed to be few and far between for as long as he lives, from early childhood at the orphanages to three decades later. He is a man who is not just acquaintances with loneliness, but best friends with being alone.
Janine Mayweather, in the other hand? She is not a wallflower. She is as far from it as can be. She shines from across the room. Her smile makes you feel like the sun is shining on you.
But most of all, she’s smart. Witty. Funny as can be. She doesn’t have the tact yet that she will develop later in life, and that turns off a lot of the guys her age, but to George, it’s like a sun falling on his tight, closed-off petals. He is a flower that turns towards her directness and intelligence.
George knows what he means to her. He knows that she considers him an ally in her fight against the world. He knows that she knows what she can get from him and he from her, and that she sees that as a bargain worth making.
Some might be offended by that definition of love.
But George Moore grew up poor. Alone. He valued his solitude, but he values his girlfriend and her defense of his interests and her warm hugs more. He values the way that she completes him, the way she pulls him into shared friendships with townies and farmers alike, the way she makes herself at home in any crowd.
When George is standing by Janine Mayweather’s side, he isn’t alone. He is welcomed. Valued. And that means something to him.
-Kenna Jenkins, no one else was in the room where it happened
(In honor of me reading his chapter on ao3/the song associated.)
@henrythepug @flower-crowned-lady @neutral-wizard
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lezkissgifs · 3 months
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Mary & George S01E02 (2024)
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