Reblogged agirlnamedbone
Bob Dylan “Love Minus Zero / No Limit” Newport Folk Festival, July 24, 1965.
girlnamedbone
She knows there’s no success like failure & failure is no success at all.
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1. The Green Knight (2021) dir. David Lowery 2 + 6 + 10. Margaret Atwood, “Eating Fire” 3. Kyle Thompson (@kylejthompson), self-portrait (2012) 4. Tony Kushner, Angels in America 5. Hannibal 1.05 - “Coquilles” (2013) dir. Guillermo Navarro 7. Christian Schloe, Portrait of a Heart (2013) 8. Anton Chekhov trans. Hugh Aplin, Uncle Vanya 9. Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019) dir. Céline Sciamma
Reblogged madnessofmen
may your soul be overgrown with moss. may your veins fill with rainwater and your lungs swell with flowers.
marmalade-cabin
is this a curse or blessing?? either way lay it on me boys
gimme the peat, boys, and free my soul
i wanna get lost in a mossy knoll
and dri f t a w a y . . .
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I am aware that we are living in this overwhelming trend of everything being casual - faith and practice alike - and while I understand it and appreciate it in some contexts, I deeply mourn it in all the others.
witchcraft is all memes and jokes and pretty moodboards, gods are all buddies and punch lines in a joke - rituals are just quirky, and prayer has to sound funny, and blase, and casual, off-hand. and that is fine. it is okay. everyone has their own way of approaching their path, and gods know that our old pagan faiths have never been solemn worship and stuck-up silent celebrations.
but I encourage everyone to abandon this need to be casual at least in one aspect of their path - laugh, be merry, joke, of course, speak to your gods as to your friends, but for once in a blue moon do not be casual about it. forget to be cool and blase and unaffected for a moment. let the worship swallow you, let the celebration drown you in gold and hymn, let the prayer make the earth tremble with its power. don’t just be yourself in this moment, snap out of your ordinary thought - be the highest priestess, be the beast, be the oracle. be both the altar, and the offering, and the knife that cuts it. allow yourself to be both elevated and wild, mortal and forever in that moment. abandon the shame and fear of being too deep into it. don’t be just cozy and comfortable with the warmth of your worship, burn with it - and burn madly, and reach the skies with your flames.
Reblogged clarabeau
“For us, eating and being eaten belong to the terrible secret of love. We love only the person we can eat. The person we hate we ‘can’t swallow.’ That one makes us vomit. Even our friends are inedible. If we were asked to dig into our friend’s flesh we would be disgusted. The person we love we dream only of eating. That is, we slide down that razor’s edge of ambivalence. The story of torment itself is a very beautiful one. Because loving is wanting and being able to eat up and yet to stop at the boundary. And there, at the tiniest beat between springing and stopping, in rushes fear. The spring is already in mid-air. The heart stops. The heart takes off again. Everything in love is oriented toward this absorption. At the same time real love is a don’t-touch, yet still an almost-touching. Tact itself: a phantom touching. Eat me up, my love, or else I’m going to eat you up. Fear of eating, fear of the edible, fear on the part of the one of them who feels loved, desired, who wants to be loved, desired, who desires to be desired, who knows that there is no greater proof of love than the other’s appetite, who is dying to be eaten up yet scared to death by the idea of being eaten up, who says or doesn’t say, but who signifies: I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow. And yet manage it so as to keep me alive. But I often turn about or compromise, because I know that you won’t eat me up, in the end, and I urge you: bite me. Sign my death with your teeth.”
— Hélène Cixous, from “Love of the Wolf,” Stigmata: Escaping Texts
Reblogged awritersrejections
Can I just… talk for a moment… about how much I love how, if you know them well, words don’t have synonyms?
English, for example, is a fantastic disaster. It has so many words for things that are basically the same, and I find there’s few joys in writing like finding the right word for a sentence. Hunting down that peculiar word with particular meaning that fits in seamlessly in a structure, so the story flows on by without any bumps or leaks.
Like how a shout is typically about volume, while a yell carries an angry edge and a holler carries a mocking one. A scream has shrillness, a roar has ferocity, and a screech has outrage.
This is not to say that a yell cannot be happy or a holler cannot be complimentary, or that they cannot share these traits, but they are different words with different connotations. I love choosing the right one for a sentence, not only for its meanings but for how it sounds when read aloud. (Do I want sounds that slide together, peaceful and seamless, or something that jolts the reader with its contrast? Snap!)
I love how many words for human habitats there are. I love how cottage sounds quaint and cabin sounds rustic. I love steadiness of house, the elegance of residence, the stateliness of manor, and tired stubbornness of shack. I love how a dwelling is different to a den.
And I love how none of them can really touch the possessive warmness of all the connotations of home.
Words are great.
bead-bead
I did not expect to cry by the end of this, but I did. Which proves the point, no?
“The difference between the right word and the almost right word is like the difference between a lightning bug and the lightning.” - Mark Twain (and one of my favorites, since I happen to agree with everything the OP said!)
^that is an incredible quote I’m upset I’ve never heard it before
When I’m editing a story, I read it aloud. Not only does reading it out loud bring my attention to little grammar mistakes or skipped words, but the wrong word stands out like a sore thumb.
If you read your work aloud and you come across a sentence that doesn’t feel right or isn’t exciting, stop. The sentence is wrong. There is a better word out there and it’s your job to find it.
Your story has to be good enough for you. Not anyone else or any perceived audience, just you. If even a sentence, just one sentence, doesn’t excite you , it needs editing because you deserve the best story you can tell.
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With as little ceremony as a parent who cleans something from a child’s face, the man licked his finger and daubed a sort of symbol on each of Childermass’s eye-lids, on his lips and over his heart. Then he gave Childermass’s left hand a knock, so that the pistol fell to the ground. He drew another symbol on Childermass’s palm. He turned and seemed about to depart, but glancing back and apparently as an afterthought, he made a final gesture over the cut in Childermass’s face.
for @rainydaywoman7 for the @jsamnfanart exchange. My giftee had a lot of great prompts, but this one is what I went with because it’s such a great scene. Hope you like it!
Love, Love, Love! My favorite scene from the books. Excellent work. Thank so so much!
This is my piece for @jsamnfanart ’s Christmas exchange. My match was @mahinamalihini and the prompt was “Mr. Segundus and Childermass in the library”
Mr Segundus can see magic surrounding Childermass in the form of flowers. #fanart exchange #Childermass # Mr Segundus # Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell
Reblogged wellntruly
brahmstoker-deactivated20181201
You know, I’ve often wondered why it is we have children in the first place. And the conclusion I’ve come to is… At some point in our lives we realize things are screwed up beyond repair. So we decide to start again. Wipe the slate clean. Start fresh. And then we have children. Little carbon copies we can turn to and say, “You will do what I could not. You will succeed where I have failed.” Because we want someone to get it right this time. But not me… Personally speaking I can’t wait to watch life tear you apart.
Stoker (2013), dir. Park Chan Wook
Reblogged wellntruly
‘Beginning and end’ is a pairing that represents the whole scope of history and time. ‘Alpha and Omega’ stretches from the first letter of the alphabet to the last, representing the whole alphabet in one swoop by referring to its extremities.
‘From head to toe’, ‘from top to bottom’, and ‘from cradle to grave’ all denote a spectrum through the use of pairs considered to be extremities of that spectrum. Take for example Genesis 1.1: God creates the ‘heaven and earth’, i.e. everything. Or even the phrase ‘there was evening and there was morning’, signifying the passing of a whole day.
Now return to Genesis 1.27: ‘male and female [God] created them’. Male and female. I think you can all see what I’m probably getting at here. The ‘and’ is not a binary ‘and’. Male and female can disclose a spectrum of varied gender identities in the same way that ‘Alpha and Omega’ discloses the whole alphabet, or how ‘from head to toe’ means the length of the whole body.
Queer Theologian Alan Hooker on Binaries (via bialogue-group)
Beautiful
Reblogged bonearenaofmyskull
That moment when Sorbet predicts the final scene of the Wrath of the Lamb.
Parallels [1x07] [3x13]
Oh my Lord of the Rings! I never realized but he's asking Will right there to be his murder- husband- ripper -buddy. Wiiiiilllllll! Run away!
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Hannibal Rewatch: 2x01
Season 2, Episode 1: “Kaiseki”
**Warning: rewatch blogging, written with knowledge of the full series
[snip 4 dashes]
Huh, it seems a lot of the really problematic turning points for my Hannibal Feelings occur when he’s baring his teeth and physically fighting someone. ……..it occurs to me only now in this moment that Will does not see Hannibal in a set piece battle like this until the very end, at which point ha ha ha the same thing happens to hiiimmm
!!! Damn, good call, it hadn’t occurred to me that Will had never seen Hanners in full-on charismatic predatory megafauna mode until the Dolarhyde fight. And that mode is a revelation! Like, one minute you’re stuck in a car with this obnoxious life-ruining lovesick nerd in a prison onesie, and then suddenly you’re in the middle of an episode of Wild Kingdom, beholding NATURE, Red In Tooth And Claw, and it’s so primally thrilling and yes (whispers) it’s beautiful.
In my heart I maintain this would be a helpful way for Will to rationalize any post-S3 relationship with Hannibal: the lion does what the lion does; it is a beautiful predator that beautifully bloodily kills things, and applying standards of human morality to it is pointless. To love the lion you have to love it for being a lion. It’s inhumane to cage it and you don’t want to kill it–even though doing so would preserve some other lives–because lbr it’s magnificent. That doesn’t mean, though, that in running away with the lion one necessarily has to become a lion oneself (despite what Hannibal may imagine and have to say about it, Biblically speaking); it’s equally possible for Will to become a…I don’t know that “lion tamer” is the word that I’d use–the hubris!–but maybe “lion whisperer.” And now we’re full circle back to your earlier post re: Will taking responsiblity for Hannibal.
Also dying now over elaborate and congruent lion metaphor from @awritersrejections in the Bedelia post which appeared on my dash as I was typing this, WHOOPS
February 1, 2016: Hannibal Lecter has graduated from Murder Cat to Murder LION, people still have various crises about what it would be like to snuggle him
Don't forget, in the ideal Biblical ending the lion lies down with the lamb. And we all know who the lamb is.