But just possibly with you on a high hill, first watching lest any
person for miles around approach unawares,
Or possibly with you sailing at sea, or on the beach of the sea or
some quiet island,
Here to put your lips upon mine I permit you,
With the comrade’s long-dwelling kiss or the new husband’s kiss,
For I am [...]
Categories: gay, imagined histories, photography, poem
Tagged: kiss, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection, Walt Whitman, Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand
- Published:
- February 16, 2010 – 12:26 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
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 has always meant
and whatever a sun will [...]
Categories: gay, imagined histories, photography, poem, word
Tagged: ee cummings, i carry your heart with me, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
- Published:
- 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,
Suddenly, from behind,
In which the full lengths [...]
Categories: gay, imagined histories, photography, poem, word
Tagged: poetry, Thom Gunn, vintage, vintage gay photo
- Published:
- 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, your hands tied behind your back,
your back to [...]
Categories: gay, imagined histories, photography, poem, word
Tagged: Nazim Hikmet, Turkish poets, vintage, vintage gay photo
- Published:
- 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 and Wilde.
Text: Edgar A. Guest
Image: Photographer, [...]
Categories: gay, imagined histories, photography, poem
Tagged: 2010, men, New Year, tuxedo, vintage, vintage gay photo
- Published:
- January 4, 2010 – 3:14 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 from the [...]
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
- Published:
- 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
from days into dreams
toward an open grave
in my front and back yards,
basement, bathtub.
Ever [...]
Categories: gay, imagined histories, photography, poem, word
Tagged: Ganymede, Michael Montlack, vintage, vintage gay photo, vintage male, vintage male affection
- Published:
- 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 will
again and again and again
kiss, i [...]
Categories: Uncategorized, gay, imagined histories, photography, poem, word
Tagged: e.e. cummings, i like my body when it is with your, poem, Threshold, vintage, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
- Published:
- 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 tears,
their tears confused with their diamond [...]
Categories: gay, imagined histories, photography, poem, word
Tagged: Death, Herbert Tobias, John Updike, Le Flore, Paris, vintage gay photo, vintage photography
- Published:
- December 1, 2009 – 6:39 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
All houses wherein men have lived and died
Are haunted houses. Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,
With feet that make no sound upon the floors.
We meet them at the door-way, on the stair,
Along the passages they come and go,
Impalpable impressions on the air,
A sense of something moving to and fro.
There are more [...]
Categories: gay, imagined histories, photography, poem, word
Tagged: gay halloween, ghosts, Halloween, spirits, vintage, vintage gay photo
- Published:
- October 31, 2009 – 3:55 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
