The great appear great because we are on our knees: Let us rise.
—Attributed to Camille Desmoulins in Histoire de France (1848)
I’m not doing this again. I’m not Lydia Lunch.
Amongst the night creatures
I had never been that far north, but he took me there. Spanish Harlem.
A girl with a fully tatooed neck strode in the burrito place. If anyone was in a gang ;? Her energy was dark. I had a fantasy of fucking with her,…
The first bona fide chapter of TheFierceBeast and I’s Penny Dreadful fic, Something at Work in the Soul is up over at AO3.
It’s Dorian, it’s Vanessa, it’s Victor, all working stuff out for your reading pleasure.
Just a quick note to inform all Romantics and Victorianists about the absolutely splendid new resource launched recently by the British Library, making over 1,000 manuscripts and publications available online. Blake, Austen, the Brontës, Tennyson, Shelley, Keats, Carroll, Dickens, Wilde, and so on and so beautifully on. Carrollians look this way for The Nursery Alice, under Ground and vol. 4 of Carroll’s diaries. x