Jan 22 2009
Little mirrors
It is a wonderful thing to meditate on spring, and love, and pleasure. Today I ran across a listing for a Ralph Chubb woodcut collection, and saw some of his woodcuts. They’re all about teenage boys fucking underneath British docks. He writes poetry to accompany them too. Why wasn’t this stuff destroyed? It’s pornographic. Not that I want it destroyed - I just expect it to be. How does this stuff get resurrected? How did The Well of Loneliness finally get circulated in the 70s? How did Suite Francaise finally get published after the manuscript lay in a suitcase for fifty years? Revivals. Spring is also about revival.
