Are they not criminals, books that have wasted our time and sympathy; are they not the most insidious enemies of society, corrupters, defilers, the writers of false books, faked books, books that fill the air with decay and disease?

“Craftsmanship”, BBC radio broadcast from April 29th, 1937 - The only surviving recording of Virginia Woolf’s voice.

Words, English words, are full of echoes, of memories, of associations. They have been out and about, on people’s lips, in their houses, in the streets, in the fields, for so many centuries. And that is one of the chief difficulties in writing them today – that they are stored with other meanings, with other memories, and they have contracted so many famous marriages in the past.
— part of the transcript can be read here - published in ‘The Death of the Moth and Other Essays’ (1942)

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The only surviving recording of Virginia Woolf’s voice.

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“The word is not a single and separate entity — it’s part of other words… Words belong to each other.”
The only surviving recording of Virginia Woolf’s voice.
 Iris Blasi

Left: My niece, Julia Jackson [mother of Virginia Woolf], 1867 -by Julia Margaret Cameron  [from VAM]
Right: Virginia Woolf, July 1939 -by Gisèle Freund [from RMN]

In July 1939, introduced by Victoria Octampo, Gisèle Freund came to take a portrait of Virginia Woolf. Virginia was camera-shy and accepted only after a long hesitation: “She disliked everything which could expose her private life, but the role of the psychological element in my work and the novelty of the color process must have impress her.”
During this meeting, Virginia Woolf took a book and dedicated it to Gisèle Freund, saying: “We have a famous photographer in the family. […] It is my grand-mother (sic)”

Was it a slip of the tongue from Virginia or failing memory of Freund? Cameron was the great-aunt of Virginia Woolf, and the book is: ‘Victorian Photographs of Famous Men and Fair Women’ by Julia Margaret Cameron. Intr. by Virginia Woolf (Hogarth Press, 1926) - and here, two great portraits by two great artists.

Apparently, Virginia Woolf remained very anxious about the photos taken that day; because of the events (declaration of war and France invasion) and the necessity for Freund to leave France without delay, Woolf (who died in 1941) never saw the portraits.

Quotes (my transl.) from: Gisèle Freund. ‘Le monde et ma caméra’ (Denoël, 2006)

Postcard sent from Virginia Woolf to George Bernard Shaw, 1940
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Postcard sent from Virginia Woolf to George Bernard Shaw, 1940

Postcard sent from Virginia Woolf to George Bernard Shaw, 1940

entregulistanybostan:

fuckyeahmanuscripts

Postcard sent from Virginia Woolf to George Bernard Shaw, 1940

Virginia Woolf, 1938 -by Barbara Strachey
so30s:

“Am I a weed, carried this way, that way, on a tide that comes twice a day without a meaning?” ― Virginia Woolf, The Years (1937)
Late Woolf…Photo by Barbara Strachey, 1938 - bromide print (NPG, London)
there’s a little birthday celebration @i12bent, feel free to tune in;]

Virginia Woolf, 1938 -by Barbara Strachey

so30s:

“Am I a weed, carried this way, that way, on a tide that comes twice a day without a meaning?” ― Virginia Woolf, The Years (1937)

Late Woolf…
Photo by Barbara Strachey, 1938 - bromide print (NPG, London)

there’s a little birthday celebration @i12bent, feel free to tune in;]

Are they not criminals, books that have wasted our time and sympathy; are they not the most insidious enemies of society, corrupters, defilers, the writers of false books, faked books, books that fill the air with decay and disease?

“Craftsmanship”, BBC radio broadcast from April 29th, 1937 - The only surviving recording of Virginia Woolf’s voice.

Words, English words, are full of echoes, of memories, of associations. They have been out and about, on people’s lips, in their houses, in the streets, in the fields, for so many centuries. And that is one of the chief difficulties in writing them today – that they are stored with other meanings, with other memories, and they have contracted so many famous marriages in the past.
— part of the transcript can be read here - published in ‘The Death of the Moth and Other Essays’ (1942)

entregulistanybostan:

The only surviving recording of Virginia Woolf’s voice.

explore-blog

“The word is not a single and separate entity — it’s part of other words… Words belong to each other.”
The only surviving recording of Virginia Woolf’s voice.
 Iris Blasi

Left: My niece, Julia Jackson [mother of Virginia Woolf], 1867 -by Julia Margaret Cameron  [from VAM]
Right: Virginia Woolf, July 1939 -by Gisèle Freund [from RMN]

In July 1939, introduced by Victoria Octampo, Gisèle Freund came to take a portrait of Virginia Woolf. Virginia was camera-shy and accepted only after a long hesitation: “She disliked everything which could expose her private life, but the role of the psychological element in my work and the novelty of the color process must have impress her.”
During this meeting, Virginia Woolf took a book and dedicated it to Gisèle Freund, saying: “We have a famous photographer in the family. […] It is my grand-mother (sic)”

Was it a slip of the tongue from Virginia or failing memory of Freund? Cameron was the great-aunt of Virginia Woolf, and the book is: ‘Victorian Photographs of Famous Men and Fair Women’ by Julia Margaret Cameron. Intr. by Virginia Woolf (Hogarth Press, 1926) - and here, two great portraits by two great artists.

Apparently, Virginia Woolf remained very anxious about the photos taken that day; because of the events (declaration of war and France invasion) and the necessity for Freund to leave France without delay, Woolf (who died in 1941) never saw the portraits.

Quotes (my transl.) from: Gisèle Freund. ‘Le monde et ma caméra’ (Denoël, 2006)

Postcard sent from Virginia Woolf to George Bernard Shaw, 1940
entregulistanybostan:

fuckyeahmanuscripts

Postcard sent from Virginia Woolf to George Bernard Shaw, 1940

Postcard sent from Virginia Woolf to George Bernard Shaw, 1940

entregulistanybostan:

fuckyeahmanuscripts

Postcard sent from Virginia Woolf to George Bernard Shaw, 1940

Virginia Woolf, 1938 -by Barbara Strachey
so30s:

“Am I a weed, carried this way, that way, on a tide that comes twice a day without a meaning?” ― Virginia Woolf, The Years (1937)
Late Woolf…Photo by Barbara Strachey, 1938 - bromide print (NPG, London)
there’s a little birthday celebration @i12bent, feel free to tune in;]

Virginia Woolf, 1938 -by Barbara Strachey

so30s:

“Am I a weed, carried this way, that way, on a tide that comes twice a day without a meaning?” ― Virginia Woolf, The Years (1937)

Late Woolf…
Photo by Barbara Strachey, 1938 - bromide print (NPG, London)

there’s a little birthday celebration @i12bent, feel free to tune in;]

"Are they not criminals, books that have wasted our time and sympathy; are they not the most insidious enemies of society, corrupters, defilers, the writers of false books, faked books, books that fill the air with decay and disease?"

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