i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,poem,word
Tagged: ee cummings, i carry your heart with me, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
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- February 6, 2010 – 10:10 am
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined Half of the night with our old friend Who’d showed us in the end To a bed I reached in one drunk stride. Already I lay snug, And drowsy with the wine dozed on one side. I dozed, I slept. My sleep broke on a hug, […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,poem,word
Tagged: poetry, Thom Gunn, vintage, vintage gay photo
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- January 6, 2010 – 10:08 am
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
Living is no laughing matter: you must live with great seriousness like a squirrel, for example– I mean without looking for something beyond and above living, I mean living must be your whole occupation. Living is no laughing matter: you must take it seriously, so much so and to such a degree that, for example, […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,poem,word
Tagged: Nazim Hikmet, Turkish poets, vintage, vintage gay photo
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- January 4, 2010 – 3:29 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
A happy New Year! Grant that I May bring no tear to any eye When this New Year in time shall end Let it be said I’ve played the friend, Have lived and loved and labored here, And made of it a happy year. Back from Christmas break, Happy New Year to all from Woolf […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,poem
Tagged: 2010, men, New Year, tuxedo, vintage, vintage gay photo
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- January 4, 2010 – 3:14 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
Click to hear song: [Audio clip: view full post to listen] hide me in your hollows taste the salt that clings to me shipwrecked in your shadows scented by the sea hide me in the wisdom of your thighs ride me like a wave chart my secret places navigate my shores map the ocean’s traces […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,lesbian,music,photography
Tagged: gay, lesbian, love, sailors, vintage, vintage gay photo
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- December 21, 2009 – 5:44 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv’d with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for me that follow’d; And else, when I carous’d, or when my plans were accomplish’d, still I was not happy; But the day when I rose at dawn […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,poem,word
Tagged: bed, gay, love, vintage, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection, vintage photography, Walt Whitman, WHEN I heard at the close of the day
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- December 14, 2009 – 10:21 am
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
Is it possible to be tattooed by someone’s soul? Only with eyes closed can I trace outlines, a slight raise on my unmarked skin (even in creases: inner elbows, between fingers and toes). The designs always familiar but too abstract to identify. I mean, can one be widowed by the living? Carting the blank stone […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,poem,word
Tagged: Ganymede, Michael Montlack, vintage, vintage gay photo, vintage male, vintage male affection
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- December 12, 2009 – 1:55 am
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,poem,Uncategorized,word
Tagged: e.e. cummings, i like my body when it is with your, poem, Threshold, vintage, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
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- December 6, 2009 – 10:34 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
And another regrettable thing about death is the ceasing of your own brand of magic, which took a whole life to develop and market– the quips, the witticisms, the slant adjusted to a few, those loved ones nearest the lip of the stage, their soft faces blanched in the footlight glow, their laughter close to […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,poem,word
Tagged: Death, Herbert Tobias, John Updike, Le Flore, Paris, vintage gay photo, vintage photography
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- December 1, 2009 – 6:39 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
Character is so largely affected by associations that we cannot afford to be indifferent as to who and what our friends are. They write their names in our albums, but they do more, they help make us what we are. Be therefore careful in selecting them; and when wisely selected, never sacrifice them. Text: M. […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,word
Tagged: character, choices, friendship, sacrifice, vintage gay photo
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- December 1, 2009 – 6:34 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill