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[me_ves_y_sufres]

It's one of my constant points of irritation that I really love art galleries, yet live in a city when the main gallery is chock a block with the one school of art I really despise: the Pre-Raphaelites.

I was getting my rant on over g-chat to a friend about why Dante Gabriel Rossetti was a dick and how the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood were barely

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[deathbyshinies]

This post makes me so incredibly happy, you have no idea :D

[me_ves_y_sufres]

It made me happy too.

[lollardy]

Does it make me a terrible person that the print totally made me lol? Also, you love and hate all the right things, well done. And good luck for tomorrow! I was only a Christmas temp in first year so don't have many insider tips, unfortunately.

[me_ves_y_sufres]

It made me lol too. I can't tell how sarcastic you're being with 'you love and hate all the right things'.

[lollardy]

Haha, sorry it was a bit ambiguous. No, embarrassingly sincere; I bloody loathe the Pre-Raphaelites. I watched An Education yesterday and slightly resented her for loving them to the point where it a bit spoilt the film.

[me_ves_y_sufres]

THANK YOU! It seems like everyone loves the Pre-Raphaelites, they bore me to death. Oh. Another woman in a river. Brilliant.

[unkoogabriel]

This fascination with exotic animals continued throughout Rossettis' life, finally culminating in the purchase of a llama and a Toucan which Rossetti would dress in a cowboy hat and persuade it to ride the llama round the dining table for his amusement.

I desperately want this to be true.

Why was all this wombat action not in that dreadful highly enjoyable BBC series with all the shagging? It would have redeemed it hugely!

I quite like the Pre-Raphaelites though, not knowing a great deal about art, I suspect that this is because they're probably the artistic equivalent of Classic FM. You do know what you're getting with them.

[me_ves_y_sufres]

You MUST READ the lecture from the National Library of Australia. It's got gems like

[unkoogabriel]

The man. Was. Mad. That lecture is amazing. I love all the stuff about the construction of the identity of the wombat it modern Australia culture, too, in opposition to that of the FRIVOLOUS KANGAROO.

Rossetti gleefully reported to William Bell Scott on 28 September 1869 that the wombat had effectively interrupted a long and dreary monologue from John Ruskin by patiently burrowing between the eminent critic’s jacket and waistcoat.

I would have paid money to have seen this. If only it had been a female wombat to boot. Ahahahaha, John Ruskin.

You also wonder what exactly was semi-professional about Swinburne's sado-masochism. The mind reels. All these shenanigans sound like a slightly less wholesome version of a novel I once read about Tennyson and Lewis Carroll and Julia Margaret Cameron all going to a house party in the Isle of Wight and pissing each other off.

[necaris]

Truth *is* stranger than fiction -- thank you for this, I had no idea!