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Good afternoon! I mentioned in the comments of last post that my mother had once made me a cake based on The Dug Out and several of you expressed interest in seeing pictures. As it turns out, I told a lie - the cake was actually based on Slumber Song (which is my other favourite Sassoon poem, hah) but I figure y'all might still want to see :)

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So! Have any of you guys done anything particularly nerdy/had anything particularly nerdy done for you in regards to Sassoon (or any other war poets for that matter)? I'd love to hear about anything!

Hello everyone :D Just thought i'd introduce myself and declare with much enthusiasm how brilliant this community is. I am a history graduate who has loved the war poets most passionately since studying them at length for A Level. Owen is my all time favourite, closely followed by Sassoon, Charles Sorley and Isaac Rosenberg. I thought I'd share with you a little joy that occurred two weeks ago-I came across not only 'memoirs of a fox-hunting man' but also 'memoirs of an infantry officer' at a local second hand book store. I also picked up John Stuart Robert's biography of Sassoon, seeing as I already have the one by Max Egremont. The edition of 'memoirs of a fox-hunting man' was published in 1944 and 'memoirs of an infantry officer' in 1932. I have a thing about collecting old editions, (i have a collection of Rupert Brooke's early and later works from 1920!) so you can imagine how thrilled I was to be able to own them. And the best thing was that my love for dear old Sass didn't evern phase my other half (who tried to buy them for me when I wasn't looking!)
If only i could get my hands on some very old Owen......I think if that happens I may pass out from pure happiness.
Char* xx

I though this would be a good place to post this little insight in Wilfred Owen's (more than) hero worship of Siegfried. Wilfred Owen writes to Siegfried Sassoon on 4 November, 1917;

Smile the penny! This fact [a ten-pound note, he got from Sassoon] has not intensified my feelings for you by the least - the least grame. Know that since mid-September, when you still regarded me as a tiresome little knocker on your door, I held you as Keats + Christ + Elijah + my Colonel + my father-confessor + Amenophis IV in profile. What's that mathematically? In effect it is this; that I love you, dispassionately, so much, so very much, dear Fellow, that the blasting little smile you wear on reading this can't hurt me in the least. If you consider what above Names have severally done for me, you will know what you are doing. And you have fixed my Life - however short. You did not light me: I was always a mad comet; but you have fixed me. I spun around you a satellite for a month, but I shall swing out soon, a dark star in the orbit where you will blaze. It is some consolation to know that Jupiter himself sometimes swims out of Ken.