Showing posts with label WWI. Show all posts
Showing posts with label WWI. Show all posts
Thursday, May 29, 2025
Sunday, June 30, 2024
Monday, September 5, 2022
be a man, you pussy
Labels:
lusitania,
manipulation,
navy,
propoganda,
recruitment,
subtext,
USA,
WWI
Tuesday, July 19, 2022
Saturday, June 4, 2022
inspired related movements in music, literature and architecture
Labels:
art,
cubism,
fauvism,
France,
georges braque,
pablo picasso,
perspective,
Spain,
WWI
Friday, April 22, 2022
Tuesday, April 19, 2022
Thursday, December 23, 2021
Wednesday, September 4, 2019
Tuesday, January 30, 2018
square root of 2
"Nine-tenths of tactics are certain, and taught in books: but the irrational tenth is like the kingfisher flashing across the pool, and that is the test of generals."
- T. E. Lawrence
Labels:
arab,
complex,
empire,
irrational,
Lawrence of Arabia,
mba,
ottoman empire,
t.e. lawrence,
tactics,
war,
WWI
Saturday, August 27, 2016
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
on pain
[Lawrence has just extinguished a match between his thumb and forefinger. William Potter surreptitiously attempts the same.]
William Potter: Ooh! It damn well 'urts!
T.E. Lawrence: Certainly it hurts.
Officer: What's the trick then?
T.E. Lawrence: The trick, William Potter, is not minding that it hurts.
Labels:
arabs,
cairo,
david lean,
pain,
peter o'toole,
t.e. lawrence,
turks,
WWI
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Friday, April 20, 2012
Friday, July 2, 2010
Thursday, November 19, 2009
passionate intensity

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;Excerpt from The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats [1865-1939] written in the aftermath of the First World War in 1919.
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
grim and gay

In fifty years, when peace outshines
Remembrance of the battle lines,
Adventurous lads will sigh and cast
Proud looks upon the plundered past.
On summer morn or winter's night,
Their hearts will kindle for the fight,
Reading a snatch of soldier-song,
Savage and jaunty, fierce and strong;
And through the angry marching rhymes
Of blind regret and haggard mirth,
They'll envy us the dazzling times
When sacrifice absolved our earth.
Some ancient man with silver locks
Will lift his weary face to say:
'War was a fiend who stopped our clocks
Although we met him grim and gay.'
And then he'll speak of Haig's last drive,
Marvelling that any came alive
Out of the shambles that men built
And smashed, to cleanse the world of guilt.
But the boys, with grin and sidelong glance,
Will think, 'Poor grandad's day is done.'
And dream of lads who fought in France
And lived in time to share the fun.
- Siegfried Sassoon [1886-1967] was treated at the Cassel Hospital for Functional Nervous Disorder or shell-shock.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
the greatest error of modern history?

Prince Archduke Francis Ferdinand [1863-1914], heir to the Austro-Hungarian Empire, was assassinated in Sarajevo. The Archduke had been on a visit to Bosnia. The assassin was a Serbian nationalist whose co-conspirators were in Belgrade. The Serbians wanted to detach Bosnia from the Austro-Hungarian Empire.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
WWI

Sergeant Katczinsky
Whenever there's a big war coming on, you should rope-off a big field.Infantry Soldier
And sell tickets.
Sergeant Katczinsky
Yeah. And on the big day, you take all the Kings, and their Cabinets, and their Generals, put them in the center dressed in their underpants and let them fight it out with clubs. The best country wins.
From the 1930 screenplay of Erich Maria Remarque's [1898-1970] 1928 novel All Quiet on the Western Front.
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