Richard Aldington Has Nothing Left to Say; Siegfried Sassoon Stands with the...
I’m pretty sure that my least favorite soldier-poet is Richard Aldington, and I’d love to ignore him… but, you know, duty calls. And, it must be said, the bizarre double-poet marriage (H.D. is much the...
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[This is the second post for today, a century back–if you have not yet read the first, you may wish to scroll down…] 7:30 A.M., July 1st 1916 was the climactic moment of Britain’s war. This dramatic...
View ArticleThe Royal Welch Honor Lord Kitchener; Edward Thomas is Bound for the...
A lovely little bit of doggerel, today, courtesy of an anonymous poetaster of the 2/Royal Welch: This “panegyric” was found written on the door of a billet: Boney was a great man, a soldier good and...
View ArticleRichard Aldington Must Make Quick Work of Flaubert; T.P. Cameron Wilson on...
Anyone who has ever been a graduate student–or has known graduate students or academics; or has a nodding acquaintance with the concept of the agonized, semi-professional writer–will recognize the...
View ArticleInsincere Cake for Edward Thomas and a Napoleonic Lark for Rudyard Kipling
An amusing entry in the scattered and voluminous correspondence of Edward Thomas. There’s little money at home–who then shall he turn to for a care package? Well, Eleanor Farjeon, of course, who sends...
View ArticleWilfred Owen on The Only Way Left Open to Him; The Royal Welch Take an Eye...
I haven’t made much use lately of Dr. Dunn’s history of the 2/Royal Welch, mostly because Frank Richards‘s memoirs are in a long stretch of difficult-to-date anecdotes and our other prominent Royal...
View ArticleFrancis Ledwidge Rests Unquiet; Vera Prepares to Go Down, and Fields a...
Francis Ledwidge will dream a troubled dream tonight. This is hardly surprising: things have not been going well for the young Irishman. His assumption that the difficult decision to fight for Britain...
View ArticleEdward Thomas May as Well Write Poetry, Rupert Brooke May as Well Not, Two...
2 viii 14, Steep My dear Eleanor We are all busy getting ready—Mervyn and I to leave tomorrow for Basingstoke and Kingsclere–and talking rubbish about War. The other thing for the moment is Helens...
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