Yeats

[version]

znore.

 

[catalog]

I've not read the letters to his wife but I remember when they came out there was some hoo hah

 

[version]

The Poo Letters.

 

[luka]

I've not read the letters to his wife but I remember when they came out there was some hoo hah

I might own them. I'll have a look

 

[Corpsey]

I don't think those letters should have even been published tbh

Obviously they're weird and extreme but if we saw the sexts of most respected figures they'd be horrendous in one way or another.

 

[Corpsey]

It's just ammo for the rabble tbh

 

[version]

“My love for you allows me to pray to the spirit of eternal beauty and tenderness mirrored in your eyes or to fling you down under me on that soft belly of yours and f*ck you up behind, like a hog riding a sow, glorying in the open shame of your upturned dress and white girlish drawers and in the confusion of your flushed cheeks and tangled hair.”

—December 2, 1909

 

[Corpsey]

The rabble aka youse

 

[version]

“At such moments I feel mad to do it in some filthy way, to feel your hot lecherous lips sucking away at me, to f*ck between your two rosy-tipped bubbies, to come on your face and squirt it over your hot cheeks and eyes, to stick it up between the cheeks of your rump and bugger you.”

—December 6, 1909

 

[version]

“F*ck me if you can squatting in the closet, with your clothes up, grunting like a young sow doing her dung, and a big fat dirty snaking thing coming slowly out of your backside.”

—December 16, 1909

 

[Corpsey]

It is quite astonishing to think that even Victorians were probably getting tit fucks and money shots.

 

[version]

“Sometime too I shall surprise you asleep, lift up your skirts and open your hot drawers gently, then lie down gently by you and begin to lick lazily round your bush. You will begin to stir uneasily then I will lick the lips of my darling’s c*nt. You will begin to groan and grunt and sigh and fart with lust in your sleep. Then I will lick up faster and faster like a ravenous dog until your c*nt is a mass of slime and your body wriggling wildly.”

—December 8, 1909

 

[version]

"Darling, do not be offended at what I wrote.”

—December 2, 1909

 

[Corpsey]

I blame craner for this with his silly little Yeats anecdote

 

[luka]

I blame craner for this with his silly little Yeats anecdote

He lowered the tone, as usual.

 

[version]

He's desperately modifying his post to hide the evidence.

 

[catalog]

“F*ck me if you can squatting in the closet, with your clothes up, grunting like a young sow doing her dung, and a big fat dirty snaking thing coming slowly out of your backside.”

—December 16, 1909

This one is the one where you stop laughing

 

[version]

This one is the one where you stop laughing

And get really into it?

 

[catalog]

Did she ever write back to him?

 

[version]

Not sure.