Her free pliant figure was the very perfection of female grace and beauty. Her complexion was a rich and mantling olive, and when watching the glow upon her cheeks I could almost swear that beneath the transparent medium there lurked the blushes of a faint vermilion.
The face of this girl was a rounded oval, and each feature as perfectly formed as the heart or imagination of man could desire.
Her full lips, when parted with a smile, disclosed teeth of dazzling whiteness and when her rosy mouth opened with a burst of merriment, they looked like the milk-white seeds of the ‘arta,’ a fruit of the valley, which, when cleft in twain, shows them reposing in rows on each side, imbedded in the red and juicy pulp. Her hair of the deepest brown, parted irregularly in the middle, flowed in natural ringlets over her shoulders, and whenever she chanced to stoop, fell over and hid from view her lovely bosom. Gazing into the depths of her strange blue eyes, when she was in a contemplative mood, they seemed most placid yet unfathomable; but when illuminated by some lively emotion, they beamed upon the beholder like stars. The hands of Fayaway were as soft and delicate as those of any countess
The detail is there but not the gestalt, not the perfectly formed beings from cocoons, not the delicate exotic from the conservatories of some Regent-street. "The very perfection of female grace and beauty" is suspiciously lazy, like he didn't know what to write.
Putting them side by side I could more easily read this one as dispassionate aesthetic appreciation than the first. (But for all I know there are other female descriptions with more fire in them.)
Her free pliant figure was the very perfection of female grace and beauty. Her complexion was a rich and mantling olive, and when watching the glow upon her cheeks I could almost swear that beneath the transparent medium there lurked the blushes of a faint vermilion.
The face of this girl was a rounded oval, and each feature as perfectly formed as the heart or imagination of man could desire.
Her full lips, when parted with a smile, disclosed teeth of dazzling whiteness and when her rosy mouth opened with a burst of merriment, they looked like the milk-white seeds of the ‘arta,’ a fruit of the valley, which, when cleft in twain, shows them reposing in rows on each side, imbedded in the red and juicy pulp. Her hair of the deepest brown, parted irregularly in the middle, flowed in natural ringlets over her shoulders, and whenever she chanced to stoop, fell over and hid from view her lovely bosom. Gazing into the depths of her strange blue eyes, when she was in a contemplative mood, they seemed most placid yet unfathomable; but when illuminated by some lively emotion, they beamed upon the beholder like stars. The hands of Fayaway were as soft and delicate as those of any countess
i'v read plenty of melville. i have read typee (which anon's passage is from), omoo, mardi, redburn, billy budd, white jacket, bartleby, and moby-dick. if there's anyome whose sexuality i doubt it's mishima, because his description of the "vampire lady" in life for sale is FAR to sexy for a gay man.
Its a well known fact that all truly great works of art contain homoerotic undertones. Moby Dick, Dorian Grey, the Illiad, Top Gun, etc. The psychosexual love of one's own sex is the ultimate creates the most sublime understanding of beauty as it has no connection to the biological drive. That is not to say that a male expression of female beauty cannot be wonderful, but it is less impactful because of its normalcy. Of course this phenomena does not exist if the homoerotic undertones are brought to the forefront of a work, this lessens the effect by normalizing homosexual relations, putting them on an equal footing with the hetero norm turns this forbidden love to a boring status quo. Ergo we must drive the homosexuals back into the closet so they may return to creating great art.
To be fair to any artist of the past whose sexuality is in question, imagine living in a world where gayness for all intents and purposes doesn’t exist. That’s the world these people may as well have lived in
Gayness still doesn't exist. It's fictional. Only an idea in the new religion Leviathan is forging. Homoerotism common in fiction has no resemblance to it. It may be close to saphic love of women but not to the homosexualry that is a parody of its idealogical basis. homosexualry has more common with pederasty turned into a self sustainable society of sexual perverts that find an acquired deviation to be a great substitute for identity and satisfaction of urges. Homoerotism is, in fact, not sexual, only tied to erotic leanings because of how close the human nature is to the desire of reproduction. Homoerotism does not present two lovers of flesh, but two admirers of soul which have intellectual passion so intense it borders on animalistic passion. So is perhaps sapphic love a form of intellectual passion, be it not driven by appreciation but by love of familiarity and loyalty otherwise only found in women between sisters. Consider a homosexual, his desire is only to satisfy an urge equal to the urge of a normal man to have sex with a woman. Often a homosexual will have no relationship, but when he has it's just practical to appear normal as a fictional gay man or to reinforce his ideology. They hardly even have anything to love in them, besides their perversion they are completely mediocre. For a sensitive man of great character finding himself in the homoerotic situation his passion does not need validation or a law to be enforced, it's pure and incomprehensible for the mass that needs to listen to authority, free of this world, free even of the erotic passion it creates because the satisfied higher passion requires no more substitute.
as a non-native reader of the english language i thought that after reading and liking blood meridian i was ready for moby dick. holy shit do all the commas and semicolons confuse me. the sentences are so long i don't know what is going on
the straightest gay book i've ever read
I'm pretty sure he was writting this ironically
ironic sodomy is still sodomy
no straight man can write prose like that
melville is gay
That's why old-time gay artists are so interesting. Their depictions of men are usually more layered.
Hemin' flirted with Fitzgerald. He was macho indeed but european too
Read more Melville
Her free pliant figure was the very perfection of female grace and beauty. Her complexion was a rich and mantling olive, and when watching the glow upon her cheeks I could almost swear that beneath the transparent medium there lurked the blushes of a faint vermilion.
The face of this girl was a rounded oval, and each feature as perfectly formed as the heart or imagination of man could desire.
Her full lips, when parted with a smile, disclosed teeth of dazzling whiteness and when her rosy mouth opened with a burst of merriment, they looked like the milk-white seeds of the ‘arta,’ a fruit of the valley, which, when cleft in twain, shows them reposing in rows on each side, imbedded in the red and juicy pulp. Her hair of the deepest brown, parted irregularly in the middle, flowed in natural ringlets over her shoulders, and whenever she chanced to stoop, fell over and hid from view her lovely bosom. Gazing into the depths of her strange blue eyes, when she was in a contemplative mood, they seemed most placid yet unfathomable; but when illuminated by some lively emotion, they beamed upon the beholder like stars. The hands of Fayaway were as soft and delicate as those of any countess
The detail is there but not the gestalt, not the perfectly formed beings from cocoons, not the delicate exotic from the conservatories of some Regent-street. "The very perfection of female grace and beauty" is suspiciously lazy, like he didn't know what to write.
Putting them side by side I could more easily read this one as dispassionate aesthetic appreciation than the first. (But for all I know there are other female descriptions with more fire in them.)
i'v read plenty of melville. i have read typee (which anon's passage is from), omoo, mardi, redburn, billy budd, white jacket, bartleby, and moby-dick. if there's anyome whose sexuality i doubt it's mishima, because his description of the "vampire lady" in life for sale is FAR to sexy for a gay man.
When reading about men in his book makes your gooch tingle doesn't mean he's gay, it means you gay
Its a well known fact that all truly great works of art contain homoerotic undertones. Moby Dick, Dorian Grey, the Illiad, Top Gun, etc. The psychosexual love of one's own sex is the ultimate creates the most sublime understanding of beauty as it has no connection to the biological drive. That is not to say that a male expression of female beauty cannot be wonderful, but it is less impactful because of its normalcy. Of course this phenomena does not exist if the homoerotic undertones are brought to the forefront of a work, this lessens the effect by normalizing homosexual relations, putting them on an equal footing with the hetero norm turns this forbidden love to a boring status quo. Ergo we must drive the homosexuals back into the closet so they may return to creating great art.
How did the alphabet people go from producing Shakespeare, Whitman, Melville to what they are now
I think that there’s a natural difference between effeminate gays and normal ones—the ones who try to be hypermasculine also seem weird.
Autists also did basically everything important, and now they’re disproportionately susceptible to transgenderism.
To be fair to any artist of the past whose sexuality is in question, imagine living in a world where gayness for all intents and purposes doesn’t exist. That’s the world these people may as well have lived in
it is not.
Gayness still doesn't exist. It's fictional. Only an idea in the new religion Leviathan is forging. Homoerotism common in fiction has no resemblance to it. It may be close to saphic love of women but not to the homosexualry that is a parody of its idealogical basis. homosexualry has more common with pederasty turned into a self sustainable society of sexual perverts that find an acquired deviation to be a great substitute for identity and satisfaction of urges. Homoerotism is, in fact, not sexual, only tied to erotic leanings because of how close the human nature is to the desire of reproduction. Homoerotism does not present two lovers of flesh, but two admirers of soul which have intellectual passion so intense it borders on animalistic passion. So is perhaps sapphic love a form of intellectual passion, be it not driven by appreciation but by love of familiarity and loyalty otherwise only found in women between sisters. Consider a homosexual, his desire is only to satisfy an urge equal to the urge of a normal man to have sex with a woman. Often a homosexual will have no relationship, but when he has it's just practical to appear normal as a fictional gay man or to reinforce his ideology. They hardly even have anything to love in them, besides their perversion they are completely mediocre. For a sensitive man of great character finding himself in the homoerotic situation his passion does not need validation or a law to be enforced, it's pure and incomprehensible for the mass that needs to listen to authority, free of this world, free even of the erotic passion it creates because the satisfied higher passion requires no more substitute.
not reading that.
HE FRICKS THE MAORI IN THE FIRST 20 CHAPTERS. HE IS A HIGH YELLER BLACK.
I always wondered if Melville hit on Hawthorne who then got weirded out. Their friendship was broken for some unexplained reason.
And just so happens to be one of the greatest novels ever.
It's the dullest story in fiction
I don't say this often, but you legitimately were filtered. You just don't get it
as a non-native reader of the english language i thought that after reading and liking blood meridian i was ready for moby dick. holy shit do all the commas and semicolons confuse me. the sentences are so long i don't know what is going on