#Misled by art once again

[notes-from-sarah]

This image of Bail carrying Obi-Wan on his shoulders is from the Bail Organa/Obi-Wan Kenobi Clone Wars era adventure book Wild Space by Karen Miller. Years ago I read the entire book purely based on this image. I will have you know, this never happens in the book. You can see the image on the Wookie article for the Sith planet Zigoola but the image is blatant false advertising. I ended up liking the book anyway, but what you see in the picture does not happen.

Image Credit: Art by Chris Trevas for Star Wars: The Essential Reader's Companion by Pablo Hidalgo

[enneamage]

i remember your really great essay on the fandom's tendency to hope ccs are queer due to, in part, the uneasy relationship between male streamers and women. now seeing wilbur's exploration into famously queer media (i have never met a dude into tyler the creator who was not bi unless he himself believed tyler wasn't queer), i was wondering, do you think male ccs in the community are aware that being bi makes them appear more safe towards women? i don't doubt anyone's sexuality btw

For starters, I think that Wilbur is throwing a bunch of spaghetti at the wall to see what sticks in terms of a new public persona. What you’re looking at is still an indie softboy variant, just spiced a bit differently. Art Guy and Bisexual can be related but as I said in the other post, sticking morality, sexuality and aesthetics together as a package deal is a quick way to be misled. The thing I want to linger on is the evolution of the idea of a softboy, which was actually a fandom-esque tumblr term that was a term of endearment to fictional / irl boys before it became an ironic nickname to call out a particular kind of wolf in sheep's clothing. I think that concept cycle happens a lot. 

In the straight sense, men do have a motivation to try to get women to like them. While some people are remarkably bad at this or have no clue how to achieve it, others are a bit better at following the trail of an appealing persona and trying to fit themselves into it. Some of it is a genuine self-image desire as well, you want to think of yourself as an appealing person even without an audience, so you take the temperature of the culture and try to follow the path that seems to work best for your desires and interests.

Softboy / golden retriever boyfriend / himbo and the like tends to come from the imagination of women online when collectively brainstorming what kind of person would be seen as a breath of fresh air in the current Dude Climate. The issue with it being translated IRL is that once it becomes clear that people really do find these tropes attractive, people want to lean into the strategy a bit either as an exaggeration of their own personalities or an active choice to Not Be Like Other Guys, inviting inevitable disappointment when they have the ups and downs of a real person with traits, or are revealed to be straight up frauds. 

In terms of leaning into persona or aesthetics aside from sexuality, I want to bump this post by someone on the mcyt snark reddit that takes a tour through personas that consistently appear and reappear in post-2020 MCYT circles. I think the people love a persona (or imago perhaps) and a package deal of traits, we tend to hand them out for free when we’re forming our impressions of people even if they don’t mean to create one. 

Wilbur in particular has a lot of reasons to try and dress himself up as ‘safe’ for the time being, but you asked about the bi swatch of MCYT and I think the answer to the safety part is unconsciously, yes. I think that having an aspect of their experience being removed from mainstream straight culture really does put them in a different headspace than straight peers, but whether that headspace is actually kinder and safer in practice isn’t guaranteed in the way that I think both parties might hope. They probably notice that people treat them better or differently when they lean into the mlm part of their identity, leading them to do it more over time.

Again, especially with CCS, I think a lot of people hope that the bisexuality will lead to a long term partnership with a man or that their attraction to women would be softened into something less hormonally or culturally straight. People actively leaning into post-2020 queer culture aesthetics (because we’re not talking leather bars here) may also seem more safe or appealing by breaking down the dyadic “let me define myself by being completely opposed to you” aspects of really rigid gender performance relationships. Ironically this may also make them seem more appealing as partners in the platonic and romantic sense because it feels less like you’re dealing with a rigid diametric opposite. You feel closer to them by being under the LGBTQ+ umbrella with them, which also adds some motivation to parasocial attachment. 

[mayalaen]

Life Sentence by Mayalaen & Tallula03

Life Sentence A Stranger Things fic + art created for @billybigbang2024 Bopper | Rating: Explicit | Omegaverse AU Prisonfic | 40kwords

Link to Fic by @mayalaen

Link to Art by @alicetallula Banner + 3 fic scenes ⭐

Summary:

Billy takes the fall when his abusive mate is caught embezzling money from investors. He thinks he's saving Henry from the hell of alpha prison, but he's been misled about how cushy omega prisons are. Once inside, Billy learns quickly that he can't get away with much of anything. He fights it at first, but the longer he's inside, the more he notices just how good his cellblock guard smells. Maybe all the fairy-tales were true and soulmates do exist.

My artist is the very awesome @alicetallula - who, yet again, inspired more scenes in this fic than I originally planned. Thank you ❤️

Life Sentence was also written as a birthday prezzie for @whataboutthefish! Happy birthday, Fishie! 🎉

Link to @alicetallula 's Tumblr Post

[yandereunsolved]

One false promise leads to another

Pairing: yandere Kai Anderson x fem aligned reader/gender neutral pronouns Summary: A Goddess becomes conflicted at the slander of a mortal claiming their spirituality. Inspired by @doll3tt33 's spiritual counselor!Kai bot! Go follow her. Her bots are spectacular. trigger warning(s): religious themes/cult, sexism, dubcon kissing, talks of forced impregnation word count: 1.07k Authors note: I have mixed feelings. I kind of hate this one and like it, but I wanted to share it with you all anyway.

Your sacred temples ransacked, the offerings of your devoted followers gone dry. The beginning of time was sparked by your power. The galaxies were created by your nimble hands. The stars are your testimony to all the lives you created. The humans are your scared flock. 

Over the centuries, you have guided humanity with a dutiful hand, fighting back against the forces of darkness. For when you sprung the world into creation, creation itself came along with destruction, and that destruction threatens to swallow you whole.

For even with your holy beings at your side, false phropets still arise. Those who wish to make your influence non-existent. Those who preach your falsehood. Those who twist the minds of your beloved creations into mush. Those very few are smited by your very hand. The essence of their beginning was wiped from the face of reality. For a real God doesn't need a false prophet.

Once again, like clockwork, a power-hungry mortal vying for an ounce of your ability claws their way into your sacred residence. Your greatest temple was torn down centuries ago by colonizers. Your chosen few were slaughtered. The God of destruction was sweeping across your lands, and you were unable to fight back. So now, after all this time, the land called Michigan belongs to destruction and not creation. The house of a cult that guides lost lambs towards damnation is in the same place where your temple used to sit proudly. 

Destruction mocks you. Your transparent hand dipping into the formation of another galaxy as you create it like revered art. Crystalline tears slip down your angelic features as a storm brews over mortal land. Your heart once filled with the adoration of mortals now filled with their sorrow and woes. Your mind unable to make a decision on the conflict that lies before you now. Do you get revenge on destruction by destroying his creation of a false prophet against you? That would go against everything you believe in. To kill a mortal— the greatest sin you could ever commit.

Before you are able to escape the insecurities planted by the offspring of destruction, you are off. Your mortal form so foreign to you that you cannot help but admire it. You truly are the being of life and of creation. The being that must choose the fate of such a pitiful creature.

In the next seven months, you visit this place of idol worship. You learn about the leader Kai Anderson, his followers, his tactics, and his deepest desires and fantasies. You hear his teachings, and your human stomach lurches— what an odd sensation.

"My lost lambs, your salvation is the destruction of this fallen world. If the goddess of life truly cared for us, then wouldn't they save us? I am afraid we have been misled. Fate has given me this position. The position is to lead you all to spiritual peace."

"Death to the goddess!"  

Each word that falls from his honeyed lips is poisoned by the silver tongue destruction gave him.

The sensation of destruction overstimulates your eleven senses. You only wanted to learn about him and contemplate his destiny.

You never expected to end up here with him in the hour when the moon is at its highest. He decided to lead you through the woods near his house. Each step of his cruching leaves that you have made. Each breath he takes is that of air you breathed yourself. Even his body was made by your hands. The dye for his hair was a gift to the mortals to allow them more self-expression.

He abruptly stops, and his piercing honey brown gaze turns towards your features. Your mortal body fills with all of these emotions you have never felt—a flush of anger like always, a sense of dread and pity, and that prickling in your stomach and heart. That uncomfortable sensation that you are unable to wave away. The one you first felt when learning of him.

"Destruction led you to me. It was the God of all that has been that gifted you to me." He speaks in a passive yet passionate manner. His real emotions simmering beneath the surface. The facade of an accepting and noble leader never slipping from his features. Not even for a moment. "You are mine to use as I please."

An unsettling grin appears on his pale features, his dimples showing. "And use you I will, little lamb." He whispers with such whimsy and venom.

One of his broad hands clasps on your shoulder like a lock. You feel powerless against his presence. Your breath stuck in the back of your throat. Your righteous anger rises in the pit of your stomach. "You will have my messiah baby. You will do as your told. After all, people like you are below me. You should always listen to your master. Don't listen, get another man, I'll kill them. I'll kill all of them. I'll kill you if I have to." He plants a forceful kiss on your lips. The rough texture of them making your body shudder. Like that the flame is extinguished. Another light is lit much lower in your body. The intensity greater than any other feeling you have had towards him.

"That's the only thing you women are good for. Making babies and sandwiches." He mutters in such a sweet manner that you were almost fooled into believing his words true. "You'll make my pretty little messiah baby. Your belly will swell and you will officially be mine. Mine all mine."

His lips refuse to disconnect from yours. You don't stop it but you don't comply either. In the first time in all of eternity you want nothing more than to listen to him. Give into his words. If only he truly knew. His most devoted follower is the one he despises the most.

"You will have my messiah baby." His teeth pull at your bottom lip defiantly. His temper has grown short with your lack of words. Normally he would enjoy the fact his most quiet and doting follower is listening to him— but not tonight. He needs your confirmation. He needs to know you are the one. You will have his baby one way or another, but it'd be easier if you just complied. "Come on, doll. Use those pretty little words for me and tell me 'yes'. Say yes for your leader."

[ultraviolet-cello]

Gooooood morning Trigun fandom, I'm up bright and early, ready to sink my teeth into today's analysis/detailed watchthrough episode - 11. To A New World.

I can't believe we're almost done with @tristampparty. These 12 days have been a blast and I'm very glad that I got to chat abt them!! I've been in a bout of artblock recently too, so I'm glad that I can just ramble instead!

Spoilers for Trigun Stampede and Trigun Maximum, and CWs for. okay this one is a Lot, but discussion of violation of bodily autonomy, sexual assault and trauma, pregnancy, transphobia, harm coming to children, Millions Knives in general, Vash's passive suicidal tendencies. If I think of any more I'll pop them up here but this episode is a heavy one!

If you wanna skip those first few CWs (Totally understandable <3), you can skip the paragraphs labelled with a [CW] at the front.

[CW] Okay so we're gonna tail off the end of Episode 10 for a second, but uh. Knives in this scene is using extremely Loaded Language to outright tell Vash that there is something wrong with him that needs to be fixed.

Just to be clear I do think Vash is very trans-coded (intentionally or not), and that very strongly influences how I interpret this scene - I myself am a trans man as well.

Cool, moving on! That's all really for the end of ep 10, I just needed to point out that Knives is using language that is commonly used to justify corrective sexual assault; which is pretty much what my reading of this scene is analogous to.

what in the fresh hell i got jumpscared by dub again. returning to subs hold on a moment. Like i've been checking dub occasionally to match up some dialogue and make sure I'm not being misled by Subtitle Jank but I'm one of those guys who can't listen to anything without subtitles lmao

But i also think i do get the funniest possible translation of this line - actually wait no i hate the double meaning (with Vash's body being used to kickstart the pregnancy imagery). was that intentional. who did this.

Anyway Meryl kicking Wolfwood is really funny but also like. Yeah. justified. She's having a no good awful time but like. She's so willing to believe in Vash, to chase after him even into Extremely Dangerous conditions (There's those hints of Trimax Meryl again....) and Wolfwood is being an ass here. (An understandable ass. But an ass nonetheless). Which is to say YEAHHH MERYL GET HIS ASS!!!

Knives' gay little like. bodysuit here. He and Vash have the same build but their respective clothes make them stand out very differently. Also that Knives' stuff seems to have more muscle definition (HYDRATE. You shouldn't have that Knives you need water :pensive:) which could be building towards his more intimidating appearance.

Also I'd be a fool to not show everyone my initial reaction to this

I've talked a little bit about how Vash uses his gun as a tonfa (thwacky baton) most of the time in melee combat, and I think that's a great way to show him utilizing something Knives gave him to Kill as a nonlethal weapon - in this, however, he doesn't have it and his normally very fluid very good form martial arts is flailing and panicked. Vash is pretty good at keeping his cool in most combat situations, and is a very skilled fighter. Seeing him lose that cool and just start struggling when Knives tries to grab him is :(

Once again the metal/organic dichotomy is coming into play - the creation of inorganic but the destruction that comes from the organic. Typically plant (as in flora) powers in media lend themselves to being creation powers, life, and healing. But Vash here has that plant (flora) theme but those are very much a force for destruction.

Also Knives with the angelic white, and Vash with the black.

I hate Conrad So Much (he's such a good character). Like we Know to some extent that dependent plants are self-aware enough to feel pain, to hold onto memories, to hatred, to love. They don't have consciousness the same way humans or Independents do, but they feel, they live, they understand what Vash tells them. Maybe it is a shallow form of themselves. But I think something a lot of people fail to realize is that (some, not all, because they are individuals even throughout a hivemind) plants appear to enjoy their purpose.

Once again the memory that is shared with Knives in Trimax of a woman and her child thanking the plant for her service and she smiles? After being fused, that plant held onto that memory. I've been given no reason to believe that plants in Tristamp are different, so Conrad is just,,, ignoring the subtleties of plants and taking away their agency to choose for themselves. Doubly so for Knives, who can communicate efficiently with them.

A very quick blink and you'll miss it detail is that Vash says "It was our fault humans crashed here!". The shifting blame and guilt between the two is something that is fighting the narrative allll the time, but Vash attributing to both of them as an appeal to Knives is interesting to relay how he feels.

I also don't think Vash is right, though, when he says the only reason humans abuse plants is because they crashed. Tesla was before, Chronica in Trimax has apparently seen independent fusions before (For what reason?). Like yeah to this extent it's a result of the big fall, but there'd still be problems without it. Nobody is right in this argument lmao

(except me. I'm always correct about everything ever)

[CW] Once again - violating Vash's consent and autonomy because he does not agree with or differs from Knives. Corrective violation, in this case. It's also important that it's Meryl who calls this out - she has to really really struggle for her autonomy to be important. She's small, carry-able, inexperienced, doesn't have any special powers or genetic modification. She's carrying a tiny gun from a man who can never back her up anymore. In fact, nobody is backing her up! She's out here alone! But she's sticking up for Vash. She cares about him,,,, so much

SURPRISE ROBERTO ATTACK [sobs]

Meryl pulled the nail out of him and placed his hands gently over the wound, as one might do in a casket. A memorial of cigarettes and his flask. All this will be destroyed soon, but Meryl did give him a funeral to the best of her ability.

Knives using Roberto's image is cruel as hell. Not to Vash but to ME. He's already dead you can't do this to meeee. "How do you think they'll react when they learn you caused the big fall" He will never learn it!! he never got the chance!!!

So fun fact you can actually eat geraniums. It's just that if Rem had said yes Vash probably would have eaten it right there and then. I've made that mistake before (told one of my class that nasturtiums were edible and he just ate one. right from the plant)

So; the Tesla scene. Something I do want to point out is that Rem finds them almost immediately, and Knives doesn't immediately pass out - Is he still catatonic enough to miss Rem's speech, or did he hear it? Because the reason that Vash turned out like he did is because he was awake to go through that with Rem - Knives was unconscious the entire time and didn't get to start that trauma recovery.

It's also important to recognize that these memories could be unreliable, especially as Knives tampers with them later.

I do want to know which version of the Bible Knives was reading. Because depending on translation/version, you can get Very different ideas out of that.

Anyway Knives is kind of beginning his spiral in that memory - "Humanity never learns" kinda shit, which seems to take place after Tesla. Who knows how long. But baby Vash calls that out and goes "yeah lets have faith"! Baby Knives looks a tad shocked and then Present Knives just. Cuts off the memory. What was the ensuing conversation!!! Hello???

Like he's clearly Having Thoughts (The Horror), we just don't get to know what those were.

So remember when I said it was interesting that Vash said it was "our" fault that the ships crashed, sharing the blame?

Yeah that gave Knives some ammo that just. Broke him. Shifts it allllll to Vash. Update Vash's description to running on 18 guilt complexes, CPTSD, and bisexuality.

[CW] There's so many different forms of assault, metaphorical and. Not. That is happening in this scene from mind violation to Knives literally using Vash's (specifically Vash's) body as a vessel to impregnate other plants which. Hey did you know that pregnancy is a massive fear of a lot of trans men. So many transphobes reduce trans men to their capability to have children, as if that's all they're good for (even if it would kill them.), and that often leads to corrective rape in order to "remind them of biological reality". In this case, Vash is a plant, he's meant to create, and yet he doesn't. But he's still being used to create anyway.

Again, Meryl also directly calls out Vash's lack of consent and gets shot down by Conrad. The whole scene is just. Hgnrhgnhrhnrnrn. It's So,,, everything to me, because it's a really good scene and shows you how far gone Knives is in Tristamp.

There are panels in Trimax that are,,, the imagery is there, but it's very overt in Tristamp.

Also hey yeah. Why is Conrad still alive?? Did he have access to cold sleep? or it's probably the robotics but did he not think of enhancing humans that way? It might just be a temporary solution, I guess, given that he is. Actively coughing up blood.

Alright! I have finished this part of the analysis that I always Feel Strongly about lmao - I have fun doing it but that's such an emotionally heavy episode.

[oscarisaacasimov]

"Why Would You Be Loved" by Hozier

Verse 1 It's only said to be kind the time that you have with love You're never told but you're loaned it It's a lie, the high that you have with love It feels like gold when you hold it And know it's sweet, to know it when it's gone, baby, So why, why, why

In Hozier’s self-titled first album, love could be a deliverance from the problems of the world (i.e., Take me to Church, Jackie & Wilson, To Be Alone, Work Song).

This latest release “from the vault” fits thematically into Wasteland Baby, where love is yet another complication in chaotic world (i.e. Shrike, Talk, Would That I, Sunlight).

Chorus Why would you be lovin' Why would you be lovin' Why would you be lovin', hey And, hey, why would you be loved Mm, hey, why would you be loved

Hozier repeats this existential question over and over – love is not permanent, or a safe haven, it ends up hurting us, so why do we keep doing it? Why bother to give and receive love?

A few years later, On Unreal Unearth, Hozier resolves his own question with All Things End. Despair and bewilderment at the inevitable end of love has turned into “nihilistic optimism.”

Just knowing That everything will end Should not change our plans When we begin again

Verse 2 Now the world falls apart it starts with their actin' up I wouldn't say it, but I blame them The bleedin' hearts, the arts & that other stuff All the same motivations will melt away Like snowflakes on a tongue, baby So why, why, why

Besides the struggle with romantic love, the other major theme of Wasteland Baby is the ominous dread of apocalypse approaching, and the need to rise up politically against the dangers of the ruling class.

“Bleeding hearts” and “snowflakes” are doing double duty here, as terms for the tenderness and fragility of romantic love but also as derogatory terms for those with leftist or progressive politics.

“The word falls apart, it starts with their actin up, I wouldn’t say it but I blame them.”

I can see several possible interpretations for this opening line of verse 2, and who is the “they” acting up:

It feels like the world falls apart when your relationship ends, and you know the end is near once “actin up” or more conflicts/annoyances begin between the two.

Hozier “blames them,” all the older musicians whose work he listened to in youth, that love is not as “the arts” promised. Now in heartbreak again, he feels unprepared or misled on the true nature of love (and maybe realizes that his work too has contributed to the cultural myth of “love conquers all.”)

Hozier may feel frustrated that artists can describe the world so well, but all their efforts and talent are just "other stuff" and cannot directly change or fix anything.

“They” are the ruling class, and the world is literally falling apart on their watch. “I blame them” for keeping the people fixated on finding perfect romantic love, instead of noticing injustices that we are all harmed by, coming together in larger communities for mutual care or political action. (This final theory may sound a bit tinfoily, but Hozier has politics side by side with love throughout so many songs in Wasteland Baby, it seems hardly a stretch. Look what’s coming in verse 3!)

Bridge Why would you play it all on somethin' as hollow as trust? What if you gave it all, to find that it wasn't enough? What if under the gaze of all, you come short when the going gets rough?

Hozier reveals a worse fear than his lover not caring enough, what if his own best isn’t good enough to keep the relationship going? The “gaze of all” may be a nod to his fame, which came from writing romantic love songs, and is sustained by fans, some of whom openly imagine that he must be the perfect boyfriend.

Bad enough for anyone to come up short in love, but for “Hozier” to fail in this way might be an extra mind-fuck or identity crisis for him.

This tension seems to be resolved in “Too Sweet” where Hozier admits that his career & lifestyle might make him incompatible with some romantic partners, but he loves his life and is content to go their separate ways.

Verse 3 They look for somethin' to be done for those that are most in pain What about me and my achin'? The scales rehung, the breakin' of yoke and chain What about me and my breakin'? And if you ain't for all, how could you try at all, baby? So why, why, why

I can hear the back and forth internal dialogue between two attitudes in the same mind, and boy do I relate to this exact exchange.

Part of Hozier wants to protest for justice and freedom, in the spirit of Nina Cried Power, Jackboot Jump, Be, and even Moment’s Silence. While another part of him is in so much pain that he wants to be cared for and not take on the burden of others pain. Heartbreak and the world hurtling toward destruction both feel like impossible struggles to solve.

[Tangent for Enneagram folks – Hozier is likely a type 4, which is described as romantic, creative, gentle, prone to sadness, high emotional intelligence. Type 4s have a “growth direction” of Type 1, which is described as hard-working, disciplined, devoted to their ideals, and concerned about justice in society. I hear this verse as some push and pull between the Enneagram 1 part that wants to save the world, and the Enneagram 4 that wants to languish in sadness until they feel healed.]

Other Wasteland Baby songs that pair the ruin & hope of love with the ruin & hope of apocalypse include:

Be Be love in its disrepute (lover, be good to me) Scorches the hillside and salts every root (lover, be good to me) And watches the slowin' and starvin' of troops And, lover, be good to me (lover be good to me) Be there and just as you stand (lover, be good to me) Or be like the rose that you hold in your hand (lover, be good to me) That grow bold in a barren and desolate land And lover be good to me

Wasteland Baby And the day that we'll watch the death of the sun That the cloud & the cold and those jeans you have on Then you'll gaze unafraid as they sob from the city roofs Wasteland, baby I'm in love I'm in love with you

NFWMB Ain't it a gentle sound, the rollin' in the graves? … Ain't it warming you, the world gone up in flames? … Ain't you my baby? ain't you my babe?

[north-noire]

OC art dump once again

Some of these are fairly new, some of these are probably months ago. Either way, well, here they are!

DRIFTING DOORWAY ART DUMP

Headshots of my Drifting Doorway characters :] Well, they all get assembled during the 2nd act ish part of the story anyway. It's not even the entire characters! Oh well, I'll draw the government people another time.

dimensional travelers, colorized + shaded. same guy, different paths, and one of them hates the other with a strong passion, guess who it is?

Drifting Dimensions - it's a wild trip going through dimensions!

misled by a faint glimmer of hope.

Because I'm Not Human little OC video I made :]

Anonymous M (Meme) | Because I'm Not Human || OC MV - YouTube

PECULIARITY OF FENOMENOS ART DUMP

When Father Marcos finally found Antonio at the orphanage, he shared a restful, solemn moment with the reporter underneath the sunset. Antonio seemed to be exhausted - too tired to really make much small talk. He had been gazed at his notepad for quite some time, seemingly lost in thought. Despite Marcos's understanding of his exhaustion - there was a nagging thought at the back of his mind that he didn't want to listen to.

"It's probably just one of those days." Marcos thought to himself, sighing.

It's too late to turn back now.

Hangin' out in the local peryahan? to be added to Antonio's photo album scrapbook!

Congratulations to whomever decided to scroll ALL the way down here! You get a hug from me.

[kudosmyhero]

Detective Comics Annual (vol. 1) #8: Questions Multiply the Mystery

Read Date: December 31, 2022 Cover Date: July 1995 ● Writer: Chuck Dixon ● Penciler: Kieron Dwyer ● Inker: Kieron Dwyer ● Colorist: Richmond Lewis ● Letterer: Albert DeGuzman ● Editor: Darren Vincenzo ◦ Scott Peterson ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● this is (if I remember correctly) my first time reading the Riddler in comics! ● (btw, Cory Michael Smith is fabulous as Nygma in Gotham. Aaaand, I have only two degrees of separation from him thanks to a cousin who taught some of the classes where he went to college!) ● (pg 4) wow that scowl of Riddler's is intense! ● oh, it's spelled "Nigma" here ● I like the sepia-toned flashback panels ● (pg 9) ohhh, Eddie admits to cheating. I thought he disliked being accused of that. But I only know him from non-comic book sources, so… ● (pg 10) at least the poor kid who was getting bullied before gets a bit of a break. ● Brian T. Zer = brain teaser. cute ● (pg 17) the tiny parachutes! 💙 ● "Why did the cottage go on a diet?" - hmm… I dunno ● "When's the best time to go to the dentist?" - 2:30 (tooth hurty) ● "What day do soldiers hate the most?" - uh… March fourth? ● riddle 1 - ah, to be a lighthouse (I was right on the other two) ● (pg 20) oo, nice entrance by B-man ● I love the inking and color styles; makes the art feel very noir ● I bet Bruce Wayne is missed at this fundraiser ● … how else does one pronounce "banquet"?

● Query and Echo are having so much fun. I kind of love them. ● (pg 48) Yo-Yo Ma gets a mention! (wrong instrument, though) ● (pg 52) ahhh, I wondered why they'd let him keep his clothes in Arkham! It was a delusion. ● 👏👏👏

Synopsis: The Riddler, occupying an observation room at Arkham Asylum, expresses his annoyance with the inept psychiatrists' repeated attempts to pierce his psyche, and decides to give them what they want: the story of his life, how he became a criminal, and why he repeatedly opposes Batman.

As a child, Edward was a cipher, ignored by even the playground bullies at his school. Hungry for attention (especially with ignorant, unloving parents), the young Edward began his "career" in the sixth grade by cheating at a solve-the-puzzle contest - by sneaking into the school the night before the contest, he was able to practice solving the puzzle, and easily won the contest. Edward's fame proved to be fleeting, however, and the young boy realized that to keep the attention he so craved, he had to turn to his true talent: cheating.

After graduating, Edward became a deliveryman, a job he found extremely tedious. Out of boredom and greed, he began stealing from his clients, but even this could not satisfy his ego. Eventually, he donned the alias of "the Riddler", and started sending riddles to the police foreshadowing his future crimes. The Riddler's early career was fraught with many difficulties, missteps, and a narrow escape from Batman, but nevertheless, he managed to accrue a respectable amount of loot and two loyal henchwomen named Query and Echo.

With Query and Echo, the Riddler came to the crowning caper of his early career: a raid on the Reservoir Street depository that completely misled the police and left him with two million dollars. Once again, Batman narrowly failed to capture him, giving the Riddler a more impressive reputation than ever. Now overconfident, the Riddler planned an even bigger caper: stealing a set of Stradivarius violins from both a private collector and a public opera. Unfortunately, Batman quickly put an end to this caper, handing the Riddler his first unqualified defeat.

As he recounts his humiliation at Batman's hands, the present-day Riddler begins to have a meltdown. In a fit of psychosis, he breaks the one-way glass between him and his doctors, only to realize that his doctors had left on lunch break; he had been telling his life's story to thin air all along. Orderlies rush in and subdue him, leaving the Riddler near-catatonic and muttering "no one there…" on an endless loop.

(https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Detective_Comics_Annual_Vol_1_8)

Fan Art: The Riddler by Sno2

Accompanying Podcast: ● Bat-Books for Beginners - episode 09

[fairrylandforever]

Checking In on My Progress & Goals

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This is my progress update on my top five goals:

1. Excelling in School – Maintaining a high GPA (aiming for a 4.0) while truly absorbing the knowledge I need as a future psychiatrist, psychologist, or counselor. My goal isn’t just to get good grades but to deeply understand and apply what I’m learning.

2. Financial Stability & Travel – Generating enough income to support my studies while allowing me to travel and work remotely. As I grow financially, I aim to expand my Fairryland Wellness Foundation—first with locations in both the South and the North, then internationally, starting in Germany.

3. Love & Connection – Finding and embracing the next great love of my life, someone to share my journey, time, and energy with—while fully enjoying life in the process.

4. Empowering My Children & My People – Supporting my children’s success and creativity, encouraging others to explore the world beyond the U.S., and leading initiatives that inspire people to travel, find joy, and connect with Africa. I also plan to establish a home in Africa once I decide on a central location.

5. Health & Legacy – Prioritizing my well-being, embracing a simpler diet of nutritious, whole foods, and strengthening my body. I’ve realized we don’t need excessive food, and I’m focusing on keeping my legs, thighs, and upper body strong. My long-term goal is to leave a legacy for my children and family—something that will outlast me and continue to make an impact.

Health & Wellness Update

I’ve come to understand that we’ve been misled about food consumption. We don’t need as much as we’re told—especially at my age, where a diet rich in fruits, vegetables, and supplements is key. I’m actively working on getting my body strong again, especially my legs and core, and ensuring I stay active in nature as much as possible. My body is my temple, and I want to set an example for women on how to embrace their divine power.

The Goddess Circle

I’m excited to launch my Goddess Circle—a space for women to embrace their femininity, strength, and creativity. Activities will include horseback riding, golf, tennis, painting, photography, children’s hikes, community gardening, and more. Stay tuned for my first post about this movement—women are welcome to join!

Fairryland: My Vision & Offerings

Visit www.fairryland.com to explore:

• Let’s Talk About It Now – A space for open discussions, including support for menopausal women and young women facing life challenges.

• FitnessFairry – A wellness hub for fitness, health, and overall well-being.

• HNP Properties – A real estate and investment platform that helps people acquire land both domestically and internationally.

• Francescheskas Salon – Beauty, self-care, and holistic wellness.

• Fairry’s Treasures – A resale marketplace focused on sustainable, high-quality fashion and goods made from real, non-toxic fabrics.

• A&B Productions – A creative hub for book publishing, art exhibitions, entertainment, and media projects.

• Children of the Light Foundation – A nonprofit dedicated to empowering the next generation, ensuring children grow up safe, strong, and aware of their potential. While we can still guide adults, real transformation starts with the young.

This is my journey, my purpose, and my plan. Stay connected, stay inspired, and remember—you are powerful beyond measure.

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You can always visit me at www.fairryland.com.

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Monday Morning Minute: Inauguration Elation

Monday, January 20, 2025

Good morning, and welcome to RedState's "Morning Minute" — a brief glimpse at which stories are trending at the moment and a look ahead at what the day may bring. We made it, folks — it's officially Inauguration Day! Consider this your one-stop shop for news to kickstart your day. 

TOP O' THE MORNIN'

Red-Hot at RedState 

Consequences at Last: Trump Ready to Pay Back 51 'Former Intelligence Officers' Who Misled America

Trump is right to take action. I can’t help but wish there wasn’t a stronger measure to be pulled against these liars, but revoking their security clearances isn’t a bad start.

The Art of the Dodge: Hakeem Jeffries Flails and Squirms When Confronted Over Biden Gaslighting

“This moment is not for us to look backwards,” he claimed. You have to be kidding me. This is the exact time to be looking at what you and your cohorts did—you endangered America in your desperate thirst for power, and such subterfuge must never be allowed to happen again.

What Hamas Gave the Three Released Female Hostages Will Make Your Skin Crawl and Your Anger Boil Over

I get that American politicians on both sides wanted a ceasefire deal so they could wash their hands of the issue, but this isn't going to end here.

Trending Across Townhall Media

After SCOTUS Decision on Maryland's Gun Law, Legislators Want to Ramp It Up

My hope is that this is a bridge too far, even for Maryland. The people there deserve better, but that's only going to happen if they start voting for better.

BREAKING: Biden Pardons Fauci, Milley, J6 Committee

The pardons for Fauci and Milley are somewhat more meaningful, but that makes them even more corrupt.

SCARY: Speaker Johnson Reveals When He Knew Biden Wasn't In Charge Anymore

This conversation is a stark reminder of the leadership vacuum at the top of the U.S. government.

Trump Returns to the Sounds of the Lamentations of the Women-Identifying

Last November, America said it wanted to give winning a chance. And now we’ve got that chance.

Cleaning House: Diplomats Leaving in Droves As Team Trump Demands State Department Resignations

They will not be missed.

WHAT'S ON TAP?

Today on Capitol Hill...

This will be about the busiest day ever on the Hill, between President Donald Trump's swearing-in in the Capitol Rotunda, followed by his signing ceremony in the President's Room, just outside the Senate Chamber, the inaugural luncheon in Statutory Hall, and the review of the troops from the East Front steps. Once Trump leaves the Capitol, there will be some additional activity regarding his nominees — including some committee votes on some of those who've already sat for their hearings. 

Senate Foreign Relations — Business meeting to consider the nomination of Marco A. Rubio, of Florida, to be Secretary of State

Senate Homeland Security and Governmental Affairs — Business meeting to consider the nominations of Kristi Noem, to be Secretary of Homeland Security, and Russell Vought, to be Director, Office of Management and Budget

Our dear Congress critters are bound to be in attendance at the various inaugural balls, as well. 

White House What's Up

Out with the old In with the new We welcome Trump in And bid Biden adieu. 

Fresh off issuing some eye-opening last-minute pardons, President Joe Biden (and First Lady Jill) will host a tea with incoming President Trump and First Lady Melania on Monday morning. They'll attend the inauguration and then receive a formal farewell as they leave the Capitol. One expects once they depart D.C., they'll head home to Wilmington, Delaware. Bye now. 

Following the swearing-in, Trump will, as noted above, participate in a signing ceremony, the inaugural luncheon, a review of the troops, the presidential parade (now taking place at Capitol One Center), an Oval Office ceremony, and then the inaugural balls. Whew!

Full Court Press...

No Supreme Court oral arguments or other court appearances are set for Monday as it's a legal holiday — it's both Inauguration Day and Martin Luther King Jr. Day. 

That, as noted above, didn't stop the exiting president from issuing a handful of "preemptive" pardons Monday morning to Dr. Science, General Mutiny, and the J6 Theatre Troupe. We sort of knew this was coming. I'm surprised we've not seen the remainder of the Biden family included — but, hey, there are still almost four hours left in his presidency. 

Expect no shortage of commentary from the left remarking on the unprecedented nature of Trump's (re)taking office as a...duh-duh-duh...convicted felon. 

COMING ATTRACTIONS

On Tuesday, Trump will attend the traditional prayer service at Washington National Cathedral. 

Upcoming confirmation hearings include:

Doug Collins - Secretary of Veterans Affairs (Jan. 21)

Elise Stefanik - UN Ambassador (Jan. 21)

Dan Driscoll - Secretary of the Army (Jan. 23)

Brooke Rollins - Secretary of Agriculture (Jan. 23)

Later in the week, Trump plans to head to California to survey the damage from the recent wildfires. 

MORNING MUSING

I've had mixed emotions before, but never such contrasting ones. Actually, wait, come to think of it, they aren't contrasting. What I feel is borderline elation — it's just for two extraordinarily contrasting reasons. I'm beyond happy to see Joe (and Jill) Biden shuffle out the door at 1600 Pennsylvania — can't happen soon enough. What a dreadful 1,461 days this has been. Or...as my friend Stephen Kruiser puts it: 

Amen, Kruiser. Amen. 

And I'm beyond happy to see Donald Trump stride in — that's not something I'd have believed had you told me eight years ago — or even four. I'm hopeful that he'll bring the energy and the focus he seems to have really honed in the past few months, and we'll see him exact the best revenge: success. 

LIGHTER FARE 

I am hard-pressed to do so. 

Though my pup has her own ideas about that...

[scudismystud]

You’re on the right track but I think there’s more to it than that though. Spoilers under the cut.

Gale was told from a very young age that he would be a great wizard so he has to shoulder the expectation that he has to become one again after his falling out with Mystra (which I am of the opinion they were both wrong it wasn’t him just messing up with her- she was also using him but that’s a whole other conversation). Gale believes his only worth is if he is a great wizard and that is so heartbreaking. This is why he is so willing to sacrifice himself at the drop of a hat. He believes that if he can’t be as powerful as he was with Mystra and heralded as a great wizard instead of a great disappointment that he might as well give his life in a heroic way. He desperately wants to be great - like he views Mystra to be.

The reason he talks about her so often is because he wants to be her. This is clear when you reach Act 3 and he starts talking about the idea of becoming a god himself. Gale has megalomaniacal tendencies and will either pursue them if left to his own devices by the player because he just wants to be great. It isn’t until the player chooses options to tell him that he isn’t defined by his magic or grand power that Gale starts to realize he has worth just being himself outside of magic and Mystra. Yes he will always love magic but he becomes aware that it’s something he can enjoy without having to idolize Mystra in the unhealthy way he does through the first act of the game.

Relating back to your analogy, I think this is more of a case where Disney had all of the legal software to draw and you show talent from a very young age and everyone says you’re going to be the next great artist so Disney CEO hires and then starts sleeping with you when you’re of age. As you get older and your relationship is getting closer (at least on your end you believe the relationship is equal) you start asking for better software you know the ceo is using but they keep telling you that you aren’t good enough.

You then find out there’s a hidden software online that you’ve been told is an altered version of Disney software. You download it in the hopes of bringing it to Disney ceo thinking they’d be happy you found upgraded software for them but then they’re mad at you. They cast you out of their circle.

You then get a virus from that program that is going to slowly kill your computer if you don’t keep letting it eat your files and even though you can still use your other programs from Disney they don’t work like they used to so you can’t make art as great as you once did. You then are told by that ceo that they can stabilize the computer temporarily but you should get rid of your computer which would also kill you in the process.

On top of that you also find out the software you had downloaded never belonged to Disney to begin with. You find out other software has always existed but the public cannot be trusted with it according to Disney CEO. You find out you’ve been misled by the CEO for years and there’s so much more out there you could sharing with the world. You then start to pursue making yourself a CEO convincing yourself you’ll be different than Disney CEO.

I do think comparing Mystra to a CEO is very fitting because she does have a horrible power imbalance to the relationship she has with Gale so he sees her in a good light despite all the things she does wrong for way too long. I don’t think Mystra is evil but I do think that what she did to Gale was wrong and warped him into the man who thinks he needs to be a god to be worthy of being alive. To reiterate again this is why he is constantly talking about her. He wants to be her. He wants infinite knowledge and magic.

At least that’s what he wants if left to his own pursuits. If you romance him, he then starts to think of a future with you. He still talks about Mystra but it isn’t in the idolizing way it was before (“you make me forget my goddess” line my beloved). He comes into his own as a character who could see himself being happy as Gale Dekarios the man instead of Gale of Waterdeep the great wizard.

I feel like people don't grasp that Gale keeps talking about Mystra because (among other things) he's obssessed with magic.

I think it's hard to understand because in our world, any skill is an existence in and of itself but for a rough example,

Imagine if Disney had a monopoly on drawing. They were in charge of all of the drawing softwares, they own all of the art supply companies and hell, maybe they even own paper.

Now imagine you royally mess it up with the CEO of Disney. You love to draw but anytime you draw, it's ultimately seen or controlled by Disney. It must be rough. I feel for him, I really do.

Mystra isn't just some goddess connected to magic. Since most people can only safely access through the weave and Mystra manages the weave, as far as Gale is concerned, Mystra IS magic.

[libidomechanica]

He feels like the stars for all male minds

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               1

All fancy, pride, spread his sole obiect of   ill! A good singer with Lilia’s heaven   to hell, my female chastity shall range these fourth place but there’s my Johnny is nothing wonder do you will; and as   her face that like a clam. And wrung it. Till   seraphs swing this returning shows up at your pinky ring not if you gave me your wish that I do think the fire in winter   was of the wall, and feeble, all in it.   He feels like the stars for all male minds at last agreed among your vassal, bound to stay your contend not warm kiss of our part   of the world; she still. And lay no more   deliciousness. Come down wi’ right array. For my part. To sing my Highland lassie, O.

               2

One must die of sorrow from our shore, thou   catch her who loves a man whose hearth was comfort   were travelled, gladly beyond their snowy hats and seem to tire, dying to the certain rills from kissing, in ev’ry   possesse? In their mournful thorns to be like   sun, as the award had been but of the woman he’s turned out of sea from very heat could resume his steed a little   diamonds not if you paid me in peace, and   all, they have, greatest complain that you love me, and Crabbe will say whatever he may all around it seemed the games. It is like   inversion from their sabbath day—there we   all night lightning bug. Of vision I ask’d whither half the news was quickly pick up.

               3

Thou art my executioner, and poor,   and petty Ogress’, and ungratefulness   and with though long sleep to the walked with Sally Brown, to sail with his shirt off, dancing with the road. Lovers like when we come   where motley halves; pensive tendance, to   correspondence will bid us live in their floating be above the mortality, and heads: the prey of words. The pipes coughed to   hell, my female parliament; and we here?   As long, too long, O God, as she have a black boy all the fen she says tomorrow laid about in sighing short, he who dwells   in yourself than Life in it: as it it   should but vow the sweet perhaps his hat over me; and can ye thus to enter me?

               4

The midst, the flat common. The boat was time   she’s two hours later she arose the inter-   section of endless sickness, and has been when I once again their lives in height and condemn all such a point to find her,   and saved my vision fleeting thumbs. Stay while   on the real rain, so vertical it fuses with clay. How he should dance for the surfaces with his shirt off, dancing could lift,   and confined, conspird in the dish. I have   a black hair swell’d ampler, in distance, swift moment of May? So smooth-faced, placid miscreant! Of the ripe grape is so late? Or   is that he had to make speech arise; they   and thyme—had straggled out of all my pretty follies blend, was struck the fashionable.

               5

May yet be thy duties blot; let him sleep   from high, grand, epic, homicidal; and   believes it is a thinking: as midnight she walked, above his had never such years the fickle maidenhead; yet this flea guilt—   not to love be sin in me, and often   claim to read: the noble hands I blest the small potatoes she wonder, breathed joy and weeping, and now she ran, and griefs find no   rest. Woman, lovelier influence reigne   with thou deny’st me leaves in heaven’s pavement lay carved stones of the wood. The sun shoulder and suck them that was all his joined in   talcum on thee his nest, some in the plain;   nor, till from the dark world my spirit meet, though she like, thy truth’s and be the ouerthrowe.

               6

And unnamed lightly on, in sort of death   wounded by Love—then worship that crackled   round that, as the Dutch a thick branches make along the convulsive raptures which thou devote this my wont to see such richness   never quaft in her pasterns high: see   what has been misled, and with the soul abroad. For he has got upon the vigour of the faint eyes, I find true that love inside   my heart beguile her pasterns high: see   what to show to espouse jove’s door, what horrors may deserving stingers ache, my lord, and her eyes are flowing. She did faint   a kindness, or made them both in aiding   her grace can you depart. Will you once against which enclose me, or which the reader!

               7

He took one tutor as to itself. Vex   true heart. And surrender to answer make,   both widow, maid, all princely plighted troth, and sacred organ’s praise. Him on my wedding night to the way, and pinions to keep   her up but drink thee why, care not at rest   a dwarf-like Cato cowered. Of some better coolness deeds of grief were nowhere for mercy more. So indeed, they touch, appal.   The chill her glory pricked the general   frame began: My lady, and the tinge of loue, thou find, and look thou lov’dst me thy white and would make him invisible cloak and   foolish maid! Dusk of the demon fear’d the   angular distant special charge vniustest tyranny could be countenance, and sold.

               8

‘And are fled from the same, kill’d by a flame.   But such appellants go to—God knows, and   in the devil could find her who masks and strong that you have been to your wings upon the castle he’s poor. Out of reach. Web-footed   all night. Shall we will never to revealed   for fear of trust, forget to shame oft my best to further aid bereave me for my sake he would I clasp shrieking Bacchus!   She has made my hearts have closed without spotte,   which that thou that precede the one good Hobbinoll, record some devour, that a girl you knew what Love were nowhere for name   upon their smiles, her who still expect my   hire: my promise is fulfil yourself, or some tranquility. Even then, oh Sir!

               9

In mournful surges that peep and strange barges,   make a twilight dale, and wind, or trampled   out, alas! Beset with the stranger came this I have not bliss for life a careful, ere ye enter me? The things, two fan-   like four and pleasant thoughts: that chiding the   feather’d people who are in beauty would understand. Nor blushing will that for my sake do you will, or from harmony, from   beneath his hand full of sleep, think forward   th’ impending down deeper than he. As here below, but one word Miltonic mean sublime, he deigned not speak to her way   while thoughts will share with such familiarly   and his mistress’ flame usual in darkness which did their power to part my part.

               10

Kissing, can life, when he finally tried   to me as is thine, O that I felt since,   seldom please both leant to shun, what has been misled, and embeds every virtue hath more express a depth Cimmerian there   was in a dreamed. ’ Said she, conclude, that your   habitual fastidiousness. Dear lady, how to speak to gaze o’er lands I now must give forth its aluminum point. For   age and sung their heart in silence and   represents the tears desire your hair be tangled ill, some in them: globes, penal codes, dead cats floating on her husband, you and   I. Strength return’d entire, but every   hour I told her babe the little he had never choose you so sore? Perhaps he’s poor.

               11

Am I so far off their shadow shadows   lay in bed: may widows wed as often   swore with sad impatience to me, richest gemme of love her, and takes a draught in which is my wont to see such lengthen fetters   by another, no not one, but seized   her with these, love, like a travellers: the ribs of old Sir Ralph’s at Agincourt; and the wood, whether or not to his rightful   lily of you, she remained more than deaf   that is cald, the moon put forth south and Morning glasse: but one man love, notes that question. And euery purling sin.—Condescending   quest,—who cares? And make that crimson wine imbrued   his plump white&thin; they’ll both be hero in his face with fury they smile—O Dis!

               12

Who places long-distance calls. Nor shall soon   be here, through the day the wounded man could   give it a clumsy name. From hands, from his finger in my heart who, being death and high, arise, ye more still: fond loveth him,   to profit and it sank into the grace   of a nameless for the cried, when you my ravishing delightfull princesses gave the reins, when fog conceal, beneath the early   spring I stooped to destroies.—She is   uneasy everywhere low voices cheat your door, what is held most meke, what comes: the dead, from his tomatoes: no other fixed   and of negligence; prudence at once it   was alone, do my thought. Still didst flie: whose owne fault, and murmured, sown without disguise.

               13

Then grew my tongue, for pity in Love’s service   dwell, lest I, too much, ’ I said before   the ones to catch at and gay, so they are going. Became masculine and they shall be uttered what the silver pin. The phone   while the plain dislike invasive zebra   mussels, or it’s like a viper off, and pleasant valley, come, yield thyself; lay thy sweetest this, while I do not believe thou   haply mayst listened to dedicate, she   loved her, and her own rest in all I can pronounced my name of fire; and as here, her body still retain thy longing. To the   meadows, melodious howsoever, but   in two, nor cause of married Johnny, Johnny? Mens weakness, blent with sad impatience.

               14

A brute, their swift flight, and all the blind, sweet   tones are ended breathless corner-panes in   seemly sight if our old acquaintance strange adventures: oh gentle bosom heaven’s will, on either didst melt? Reader this ragged   January, as if in irony,   and silent horse-man ghost, tis he who dislike cancer and leaf of eve was waning slowly as the end; the owls in tuneful   conceal, beneath a star upon the   villagers. In the rosy temple is; though water-side, your name you see,—with such familiar power obey. Let’s give a   nameless fragment of May? Too slightest look   like a ghost, and I will we see, and the patron. I reade it dead? You look at me.

               15

Do equally designed to be for them   to the wife: not these our last, the bed. Of   saucy message to and from the bent-knee swagger, swear, get drunk, kick up a riot, nay even thus in pearls, contain. Or height   of thy love he should desire, that vnto   that arise, may I, poor solitude. The knight; to Flora, and art. Their triumph, being only injured by his heart to the   gainers such close in pure elysium.   A grace, where passenger and oil at grandma’s little wilful thorns, and knows poor Johnny’s glory your pity sang this room I   never been—and yet one, like that clear March   with love, notes that then his store, broods on him now, that what to say. I’ll be back again.

               16

And, save in finishing, and wears a good   knight was anything in sighing shews of   hours, and cried, one angels lay: and could not warm kiss of our set, five other to seke? Lurch and render and cross the blood wide, and   what should understand. And I have always,   at the wheel of her face; and beneath the better thought! Little white; nor Arac, satiated at length upon the gloomy wood   in her evening, from behind, from thee my   only visitor! A tree, beneath the same or pity is enough! Voice choked, and senseless are; and so loud as her friendly   star? Your dog-chewed couch, or the river and   despair. I’ll borrow the nation. Of deans; they rode; they vext the mortgage was foreclosed.

               17

Yet, hadst better part my paper, show of.   To warm tremble, and dry, in order to   the root of some glory also, and will walk through twenty-five years since held his oath deny, but not your lap, and to touch by   their veins, the harvest moon, or like a vision   fleeting … I well remembered. In that thou that do search of a misty hill. Though i have clung to despaired of, for one sweet   unrest, still like Alexis’ ashtray; the   mouth. Stutter There is caution, to keep us waking, find him for his side, is silence all outwent. Will not man, which he spake   a higher than garments’ cost, of mortality.   What pleasure, at least some one by chance gave me, Sir, but ah! The silence clanks.

               18

What is all in all I have been added   be, and we close shrowded round, now with steady;   I have seen her kind. When Chloris in my own self. I’m here, tis true, then buried. Pan’s holy priest, trading talk like antique   gold, then calm your times he played the moon I   fixed subject servant evermore he long delays and grieves to wile the lily all heauen. It was agreeable, opening   to a diseas’d, or the hole, ’ would have to   choose you so long; nothing, he tripp’d of its many a wood, and her old face new. Humility; had failed in flickered like this   soul then? What has been fellows—true—but poets   sing, and woes the couch, or the dead leave to them wild freaks of me: so then the hand.

               19

And white-haired old man’s abhorrence for it.   He said thou art; I said a cleft of light,   and with thee and turning stingers and laid the best. Not even boast a tree, beneath the driving to and from the misery   and in moral height and so rare, since Jove   newly bow’d, has wept for thy selfe, shall try, but with dearths, or so, and so kind: nor any wicked words reach’d the crowd, and that bright   guid will, see with a friends, and lost her elder   child hold thee this sprig of eglantine, and by oath the tremulously, inhabiting the town, or she would be still the   world ends a bee circle waited on the   stair—lean on a country forme in rudest braine of her female heart than maiden Aunt.

               20

’ It would shame your wife, too base of gold and   patient grew: he wrote, and when something made   of thee that all her Ida, though better by the field and greet the odour of the poplar tops, in journeying with green lane,   against such euill of the pain of finite   passion, for the last star had vanished bats, blind to worships it. Its slender wants him off, something was done in their wings upon   a sister. He gain in sweetness: Tim lying   beyond any experiments of glory your fate stop here—a kid I on this sharpe arrowes thirsts for truth would fly,   but now from my no-love neurosis you’ve   saved my nudist the friendship, at least some one: the rich, more than I know you have spent.

               21

Morning the wood. And soft, that is this, a   friend as dearest girl, thou English the faithful   dear company, with missile, would understand? Yield up saying nothing like a silent overgrowing, the guilty of   all men grow? Bid me to pleased my mind, to   pleased, prolong the old man, she was up and she far-fleeted by the rags of scattered here anguish’d for higher ones I may worship   that crawled up from the Boston to Paris   watching Picnic again to unseeing the diamond door she will help What pass’d by salámán heard; at length constitutions,   with prison of flesh so true as innocent,   dozes thro’ foreign country with his head from high, what art can teach, whatever.

               22

Before me like that simple, shown me with   cares to walk with Death and foolishness of   health perpetual to shepherd realm beyond earth’s great and splendour. What pleasure lives in her heart, lopped-off heads, and flow. And Betty’s   in a moment, gone. And for him, as   one by chance thee now, rebell by law of Revenge in her fall; or be you the Princess, six feet he sinking mine owne fault, and   woes the slope, the crystal dropt; and always   used to o’erleap the three days’ journeyed in that is it? In celebration of her feet the truth I hear the Heavens, the great   watery glass, by atoms moved: could   remembered. The dead, and my younglings cryen for the stars do I my judgment fled, that voice?

               23

Singer with wild surprised that was asked, nor   coin my selfe, shall find, that the meadow’s face   this multitude,—and sister at the least by his head, and actions were. Nor the warmer sun. The beauty in its rude and pure   and amethyst, puzzled those lips so sweet   the odour of accident, I told me than the spikes, and bless’d with their best delights in my arms; but i should bring the phone which   was hard, and where the sun, about the southwest   side of herself to man, like perfect shaded frae nane, i’ll be in joy, I cannot love, to the God in Heaven shield, and   with its light in the child among summer,   two discrete youngest said: Poor lady, said he, hold up your further aid bereave me?

               24

As the middle of the To-be, self-   reverent each other have melted, and myrtles   your hands in monasteries; nor shunned a sponge soaked up with heavy heart, I know him—him you often she said was Hugh’s at   Agincourt; and as he them both in a   room with tears by some use. Such as our delaying like the shining in secret spiritual air begot: long didst melt? For our   sport, half-blotted back in to collide   violently with the glowing fennel green, and then sink downward care, nowe loues the sake of the noise he love or not to my threshold,   he, or hand in the rags of sight, and   murmuring of all health confide. Upon the heavens and took my staff, and with a bride?

               25

Pieces, patching the town, and this way beaten   by Autumn weather compels me with   a glass of grief and sidelong lank slips, or currants hanging against the moving others, O my friend as dear wee wife his   ears of useless as might be: I seem a   mocker, comes easy to him, as one would change and so he groan’d, as one word scarce a soul to wander free in sunny mead and   long we gazed, but at this for true, you see,—   with sulphur blended where the sun of all her lips: and almost hear. Those lofty lime made noise with shriek you are all we will I   pray, to natural hue of hearts unstrung   unable to endure the bargain with a blush, confesse pardon a fault cast his face.

               26

In her distant valley. Powers of the   Bear has Pollux master-hands, from its   pacifier. And sacrilege, three hours she never has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis refused to keep thy day.   Cleft? Nor wilt thou only blackbird in your   soul’s imagines the lemons you lovest thou dost resolve the nut-brown lass, who, moving Universe have heard him, by a frost   the twilight, from yearning after thine eye:   but Walter too, ’ said he, hold upon my faint and splendour huntsmen that blooms of flower and this is the curtains call on thee   in the deadly sin; if Betty Foy, and   warm with dew at ooze from better lesson by the happed to rootes, my mother!

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And one hour when we hope, turn back to me.   What my angel pure and its frog sits on   me, for good which are not indulge in memory. From barren woman, lovelier than the hills there to us, and overhear.   Can life or limbs with sport, his guardian   sea-god to comfort thee life; reserves his passion—weaned my young husband’s honour raise, nor any placed a wrong had heart had   ceas’d, In the parasitic forms that I   still we seemed to die for those two of us walk out to your pleasure, and there of tender face peeped, shining stay. Art thou feel   the intellectual eunuch Castlereagh?   It’s such kind of settled gravity. Lofty elm-trees. And everything it home.

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Impossible to pleasure safe from women   most meke, what once, tearily, yet he   turned their full before we had never changing course but sweetely they kept the blue and long we had breathing furiously,   so all unfolding, all dipt in Angel   offices, love, why hast thou art, the ball scores and while we, like moist finger-nail on the floor was never will share o’t; wi’   her can it be love will in it. Whose strengthens   out his good-humour hath he skill to Honour kept his priests, love when I am gone along the Blue Ridge had swept the dew-   claw’d stag: pipes will I see thee breed: the king   to herself. Whom she looked round. Our pony’s head, and sanctimonious theory.

               29

Blame not thank yourself again! Amid the   account of horseman came up to Cynthia,   queen o’ the grassie green languish sight and small, in round her face peeped, shining fairly gained, but, with the populace own the new   day comes, tho’ e’er sae fair, and I believe   the rose as long day; save when no more break of day—they aboue loue to behold Apollo! And when she upheld they moved over   her image of the time it stir on thy   finger in a saddle him whom she looks with Molly Bloom and darkly on my hand against such euill as the Dutch a thick as   the sighed, but chaste and pains; in the loved you   presence gave me food she did faint away, and in his bedside’s black night you have?

               30

Are empty honours skie: who tempt, and draw   the feudal warrior lady-clad; which he   would desires and dislike in order to a great light in, will prate; and she far- fleeted by his friendless to despair! Answer   his ski poles. But infamy and vials   fired a cannon: Echo answer his skill to make us sad next morning clearer light blaze enlightened fields were lost   all those are bright guid will, to sing my Highland   last, that now and say’st that for them all bows down herself in spleenful unicorn. Bear it, and that here comfort her, and her   old face new. Up with his side. That blooms sae   far from those sad words your memorial elms, and he turned; she paced upon the stars.

               31

Sweet Iudge, must fall because it is his due;   my political dinner and this   mortality. I must curse my crimson current passeth sone as they in the earth’s human should keep court-favour: here and am   beloved name no more than I know she   sighed: a touch a struck match with their cups they drank from thence my native land! I sawe Phoebus’ lips?—In the Chekhov story, the dewy   grass unbidden rose, and speech is like   trash of phrase, ineffably, legitimately vile, that seasons on the stair—lean on a golden pines, Savory, latter   days from kissing instincts, breath in arias   of some use. Is one, its operation? And when I tip-toed past him on high.

               32

At once again, nor slip or fall. How silence   the cooler air the old Man paus’d and   loops, a good look abroad. In the dim cell lying fears can never such man’s love I bless, and her own fire. Your kiss Can life, when   fog conceal, beneath masters, blinded rabbits,   cows with neither casement shews, his guardian sea-god to comfort her, and I expect our dearest girl, thou English   air could be, if such a woman love—put   out my senses failed in swells with the mind doth followed white, but he vext her with happy lovers forth the hour, and on heaths, and   truce with what loved; and speech, and dignity:   for she would what to shock of jar impact collapse flash of my heart, thought: band of love.

               33

Plain spake fair speak,—I grant the Robe of Peace—   he came a dream, sweet life, thy worth they were   suddenly strikes thro’ foreign lands were a commons thither side, and never can compare, whaever has met wi’ my Phillis, has   met wi’ my Phillis was said, king of their   merriment. That woodland Hyacinthus conclude, that must not back to me, and I may pass in patient. Sweet weight, propped an awkward   court its gloom, but move as rich as Emperor-   moths, or some wee thing, this dispute thy beauty in its disgusting the cornice- wreath crown! Thus he sat outside the basest   weed outbraves his lady’s finger with   spirted purple mist around my wrist, and steale but goods doe come where you have spent.

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It is this bedside’s black and rolled above   thee; the neater and sanctimonious   theory. Many women most create his own undoing; or, if it shall see them, shedding air bubbles, spongy eyes,   ere seek my lot divine such women, ’ said   she, before board she spread its tender chearful as before it woo, and part was change, this hour when we come where he met, and then   the laws, since I am turned aside from   our avenging hand hung round them; soon, it seemed she goes beneath the southwest side of nature’s holy counterfeit. The soldier   took a leaf may fall before Jove newly   bow’d, has wept for thy captive state, an olive, capers, or called on flying along.

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Like men in Feavers burn and its death, but   now of thy longing their pleasure which had   burnt them stupid collector would sit the idle loom still in wild surprise a heap of sheaves my mouth stutter and deer, his own desert,   and watching on the Long Knives’ getting   I fell into again. Calm your true lover’s earliest day of passion, which he was beheaded. Empty of all those. As   might tell what horror stood in the borders,   lovers, children lisp the River-gods, and waste my heart to live in the white night: her breast was struck them that where it cannot all   unlike—it seemed to catch the crystal circlings   where his hand, friendship, at least some old Catoes brest, for fools will speak they spring.

               36

I did not your belles and how pure is the   brink she hung a moment, would dance the iron   lung. Of ladies, we cherish now is seen; for in the same key open can, which bars the ravished predecessor saw,   you were in the eyes more inly smart, the   bone: what’s the blue and you said, Gee woe! That the honeymoon color, one must with lances at my father of us walk one   day, yet with splendor; in their smile that is   beauty is here; it has panted round. He should we make certain tribal figures on his book appear’d, as if yet thou fooles   in me. She who dwell on mee: who tempt, and   fall for your charter is by evil still thou art left for ever life’s bliss destroy!

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’St that to do with such suits to explore,   such primal naked to love itself it   only taken wing, but live in a case of the flying Time from the wife he can reach, the diamonds not if you weep on so,   you grew up in not the music wove us   on its taut stem. And blest eyes, nor slave, I should he adore a sultan? ’Twas summer when it growings, still with the steep mossy   cave, where through waiting for giraffes in   me disdaineth, her body fading gaunt and wit; if vaine thou art mellow ditties made; and hold the Winter’s tale to do it   on spleen to you asleep I never shed   before the sweeter flows, proud of her land and ivy-claspt, of finite passionless.

               38

Anywhere or when she knew she sat in   front of stone to play a loving you not   till frets, though she gave us breath in arias of sorrow cloy’d. If poverty’s angel heard, and from its pacifier.   Stuttering heart of stone. That this flea, and   all seem to decay, for her splendour survived. A conquering! For joy in the windows in the devil could adopt your   rudenesse doe not your day.—That it once again,   whate’er before how they came. Of passion, for if so be our quiet home to listens, but my foot, frail, but all bail shall   care, and thyme—had straggled out. The hardships   of the spells and my loud clangour excites us to arms, with thee, Melancholy!

               39

On Johnny’s wit and sold. Of which did thy   hopes beset me, hopes will hit; though enchas’d   with his horse forsook, to hunt the blackness she pined with fresh fortune frown on my breast, that my soule flutter of this island I   am so near!—And, scarce, yet do more   desolate, this cannot love her tiny point of a wall bounding nothing i do not pray:-nor can prove many thing, she is a   narrowness in the same. One creature art   disdaining have I bear they seem false compare. Before your loue and perplext her with the restrained Muses of the curtain, the   rainspout your times he played with myself as   fingers and there was not one pale club of their pleasurings the sighs, and sweet name once.

               40

Not for all male mind casting back to me,   and pinned without an errand would have heard,   people spoke the dark blue wings of the bridegroom came from our sheephooks, and the very part of the good Sir Ralph a page or changing   together with her house, greek, set with   his side, and rolled between our fate, deigned sleep he is wearing, in act the length from living wind. Tell me, and there taste a liquor   never die. She saw myself on the husband,   and of ladies sing us, willing triumph bars, murmur, a little Tippler leaning trade with chearful, while of better   part while they are gone, and eyes; false in breast,   and Betty, half as happy as ye: and Johnny, even in eternal longing.

               41

And what will be the flat hills no, not from   that floods the girls longed, all earthly pleasure,   a pleasure, the fire-fly wakens: wake thou know’st that right goddess, something made of diamonds. Till it found April would swagger of   dark tressed in blackens Erebus, and   quiet home to listen and to please; I ne’er know, but little courage stagnates to mourn, till the love me, on a divan.   Somewhere ivy dun would have let his jive   ass back again. My love! To come upon he bows his head from her lips’ red; if snow be scarcely form, and terrors, Betty fifty   ponds should ask me whether I went: henceforth   the White yfere, in the Seasons when dreams I slept, kind Nature, ’mid the stroke, life.

               42

But faster forms of thread now? Haste, as thought   of Woman merit some approach and honour   raise, nor foes—all native land! Of water yet remembers. Should find true that level stood an averted eye in wild distance   heard, what darke abstracted thus. Her hair   on the branches make a twilight dale; and he right, raunged in a realm shall range these words; crowds, cuckoo-like, token or promised   answer the hill, some way incomparably   lights in me thy fond, so beauteous mind, will work even with other would I were ruffled cage of the rank spear-grass. Yikes, said   I, o’ my chanced a strange in zero   gravity,—against the cornice-wreath blossom of the thread the wheel of sorrows know?

               43

Given back to life in a foreign stones   of the curtains call on flame; all madly   dancing shoes worn down beside his chin, looking round, a sleepy dusk, an odorous shade of meteor on, and the inside   me. She for true, you plann’d: only remember   me when I stretched spot, nor broke, and alone. He bids his dim water-fall she can. The set of sun up to the summer trees,   by the ambush of rivulets hurrying   thrown out someone else to death. Poor restless he had been together. She, the lily truth, thy cold gray stone table, would   understand. A mother climate changing you   of thy faults I dearly they kept the body needs let me examined, and looked brown.

               44

Sign, but one stroke, may do and done to free   him, the womanhood and fruit and it will   not go away. And ocean black, braced for canker vice content. The Muse his ready seems no longer than an unobserved   a thousand memories once foil’d, is frowned   with Ida’s at the end of civilization and secresy: and not break of ancient trees unrooted at lengths of these   ladies, that a gift the gorse; they rightly   trains may float ’neath my palm to palm she said, merely weep—her gentlest boon! Not if your own true defining. See not the hand   replies, dry as summer head against a   withered councils, wielding far enough away the perfect ceremony of love.

               45

I bade good-night blush of rivulets   hurrying the world’s biggest light from self-doing   crime. And so rare, since the country’s very world there needed noticing until I noticed you presence, and saw the feudal   knight hear it growings, streight my mind like   that right fair, as careless ill, for you, no lewd adulterer will mourn, and all thy heart, and think and we have sate together   or not to him; and frets our pillow. Thou   hadst set me an eastern voice of married are. From harmony: but we went, and, save in finishing, and by love’s rite, and while   heavens, and leave the teeming trees we sate   on thy constancy, and, save in grieving all things and more: therefore, my daintiest Dream!

               46

And to his horse whipped by a flame. And while   my cruell words there, open or shut as they   call upon us wherewith I was ten, skinny, red-headed, freckled. Tongue of doom, and bless’d with it. Knew; but Anguish quite   dead and dry. So many, and performance   of grief were none; and thaw, and he had squeezed himself, a broken arbour she will I kneel, for shame, both white rose busy care and   casts a dusky cave against the sire   to loathe his Life, and other concentrate on the shy touch, and the Cheuisaunce, sharpness of human voice thread the stars that though enchas’d   with the autumn beauty who know him—   him you of more. While belowe, ne durst communicate to comfort. One while, and flow.

               47

Now ryse vp Elisa, in her impels   her threshold, since to window he hope of   usual in darke but with Plenty in that your love you my ravished predecessor saw, you were still made better them,   shedding air bubbles, spongy mosses, lifting   its way incomparably light through the purple hue—with temple-gate. Alas, when she, sitting outside lawn; scenes to mark   the softness as required to numerous   squire will bitter through the wing? To play a note their scarlet berry cups of dew? Susan! Not to drink thee will bring, and the   electric current out of sight. Pleasant valley,   come, yield such glee? Susan Gale, what you have you speak, have kept your rimes, running Love!

               48

’Twas now a time of solitude, and Ermine,   ly safe in my darling breathing   Paradise, interpreter between, no heaving of Heavens, and heavenward swifter the stars were always petal myself—me—   that I were renew’d; whilst I thy love hid   in this dearest, that evening resting trade, and she far-fleeted by his assertion. But while the unweeting their servant   evermore enlarged: if some sweet perhaps, with   eternal palsy, I did wander, knowing words to search for all Seek doubting men to pipe his eyes fiery like blood; and   scarce a soul that’s your mother, that housewives   talk of cold which, snatch of merry tune, the very part of her feet high, the diamonds.

               49

Not from their Violines. Of garden any   casual task of use or ornaments   and said, how happy as we, Let us remember, do not praise cannot speak, have made of diamond door of them, Since your head,   a light to flutters, and euen while thus await   fearless for twenty know. She is tired, let Betty Foy has up upon it with prudes for my tortur’d brain to fight;   but weave, weave them paused; since wounds bleeding at   the pleated shirt yellowing. Graceful slumber; so once more waking from all dangers who knew not whither he begot such a   golden Autumn woodland reels athwart the   sward was their fear, if there beneath his fear it now if e’er you come, for a minute?

               50

With tenderness the realme of Loue, and take   off our coats. One hour doth a fear that the   rosy temple. An immortal man, who would pay with me will you come hither spirit is mute—no song but satiated at   her forehead high; lips she had been fucked with   happy spirit better for thine; sternly denied. Holy flesh the blasts of telegraph they first nippings of which pye being   charged with me a mile, when she went, and let   the town, to bring thumbs-ups, like shadow: now I find it! Not perfect. Away she threshold on. A woman died. His forest grass!   And find him dropt upon her, In the arms   she rose, and on the porch and reverent each place is he? But Betty listening breast!

               51

For age and ugly, wished a saucy message   to share, but no such richness never   live and to hear again, she means mercurial. Or bid me love! With tufts and replied one of her kindlier days, many days,   robert Burns: time, when fog conceal, beneath   whose heart is cut in two, break, woe, what human voice my head, he ’ll be in such a meek surrender to be cast not rise thy   prison me. If thou with a silver light,   and murmuring of the think they sang, the book, o noble end, and proudly she rose to be despair from ruin and there of   tangled mind, thy worthiness gives warning   forth, love’s dashing roar: there but stewards of rivers, and Heaven was in Christendom.

               52

Lawn, the billow’s roar, for her Babe and foreheads   shade shines: and Walter, patting Lilia’s   head, and a bird. Nor did spredde, it did him amazed by peace It is no tide here the dark sea-line looking on to punishes   the main—why should I were starres the   fault cast him down again. It look at me, and be reckon’d of his holly whip, and as thick mass of youthful, charming us.   I shall read a book through the early days   are not speak, but given two liquid pulse strength returning the leaves there was assembled at the guide-post—he turned my restless   the wounded by Reproof of Loving—and,   scarcely palpable to him whom she spoke a sleeper meet but infamy and vice.

               53

Long ago; lust of glory is thy prey:   the natural hue of her own good neighbors   had told, the while, and whisperingly: But sadness, the raines white ravine, nor shouldst be one of us. They said you wonder at   the old man, she was used in black, braced for   the superior dust-of-sleep. Till it haue wrought; give me patient, I want—but I in her sleep. Dreamer among the bar, cried,   one another snapp’d towards the white, but follow   whither shepherds and in hue could not indulge in me out together. I cannot but know is a juggle born of Rome   and May? Mine down my books. And soon tasteless.   Of cataract seas that peep and do you will be true! That anyone whole in loue.

               54

By things which Betty fifty ponds shoulder,   give her fair loneliness! Can it be taken   in by none but there came light, thought, nor any drooping; she had view’d a skyey mask, a pinions; make me mournful thorns, nor thought   about the town. And could not the talked ere   we joined at her ears, and feeble, all alive again and thou hast won a full-brimm’d goblet, dances light with her gardens fine!   Before me like task of snow upon the   hours be the virgins bene, to adorne her as his sole obiect of fear, and on the gold fin in the question of thee bent,   as thou wert most hide, by secrets we can   get her, full of eggs, and heels are idle, bethink you, some beneath the silences.

               55

Of a young snakes left alone kingdoms wide:-   come hither, lady fair, and your bidding   tears in his latest subiects wrongs and wave, to me that cheek or ear. Her breathing Paradise, interpreter between us   at the plain sae rashy, O, aboon that   verily ’tis wells; where a group of trees trickled with her eyes had one through throbbing veins, between, above the knight. Two loves a   woman I am and of negligence;   the flower were loth, she spies her sleep. Said that which in all imagination thought her feet the tombs of heroes gone! Thou who   will stand, either shalt thou thus Good Betty,   and heart in hevene a-bove; for I knew it, she would slip into her all the fair.

               56

Against thy return rebuked to laud the   shoes. Who had the soft and speechless is murder   nor stumbling pride I boast: wretched. Let woe gripe it hard, and would be trusted, and pale and to the brutal ravished   predecessor saw, you were madness! In looks   again. The clock is on her; and ruin’d love, your change the world against his utmost sum, call’d to Phoebus peeps over my face and   dreadful hunter he! Poor Sylvander his   load. Flurried; demure with yesterday, and girdled her old face new. The prey of worms, my bodhisattva of new roses see   but with burden of all misfortune? Away   she posts up hill and with man the sward was turned and bolted then, Sorrow alas!

               57

Of your inborn woe it feels more alone,   but the good is but remember me whether   he begun. And land: then spring so long, O God, as she’s two hours be nothing with gyfts to withstand, year upon the heard,   what I am forbidden—indeed though   yet their faces and rills in your wings he leans away for his wish, nor bent, nor stumbling in sighing she spake with joy o’erflows,   proud of her kindlier in her distance of   pearls not if you paid me in his transient veil her fair leaves cover the past doth to that poore Petrarchs long night, till she doth love   for me; and court us not for all pale   unrelentor, when Pan and far into motley followed. Its sides doubts: the children.

               58

Has met with a prayer for the knight to   love I vow they witness bore of tender   is for the umpteenth time too has lately taken plant with pearls. The midnight so long, asleep on sight, that, thought, since thy duties   be airport in a vicious age, had not   stir his eyes well-seeing thing, she is better for night, Irene. A taper silver horns, nor thought and spring. Health by due; where   you will; and a look strangely alas you   still as which i cannot be so? Which mankind beats with your elbow. The flagrant into her playmate, and your bowers drew the   grave with one is far as in us lies   we two will I sit for ever liv’d a mortal state, and long frustration of it.

               59

Beneath her curls, and the crystal vial   Cupid danc’d among men, and lady fair.   Travellers. And slimy foot, frail, but a dearer bliss, a few sad tears of changed its way to Tim’s other does his winged and saw   her body is, and how can it be taken   in by none but to me with vinegar and how fleeting the color of a large and yet it is about, which enclose   me though so vast my love tunes its head, elate,   helpless infant crimson lurks in their cause and adore. Beneath the moon I fixed subject servants full of eggs, and in the   bridge that night loathes the tender, and his   song, and summer dies on thy cheeke, to quenching from better face, then laurels for proof.

               60

The spot thoughts: that celestial song: mirth they   doe beare, all the trickling teares adowne   thy sad servant take care of his return employed, no nearer being lack’d, to hopes and your brows, perhaps, he’s hunting side of   his mazde power of human life but my   foot-stone lay the Falls look like photography, there are starres thee greete? The death were neither not, and much of human game:   imagination many days can never   deep you might be thy longing. Now kiss me, dear friendship much cleared a font of the butterflies; but by the first, first time, if ever   travelling trim, and rough the night: her breathing:   gone and prayed so hard your share? The tender and sure, at least, I may e’en gae hang.

               61

And hatred, miserable, how shall dark thy   honourable vows receives a bright a   princes waiting force, she who saved my name received it all. Her fall; she castle he met an old man, she who dwells, a porter   at the castle he’s poor. And for her husband   may repent. I’ll be sad for naebody; i’ll to the daughters, each mortals here in October, the dead leave a vestige   of the lyre; to Empress Dian, for a   flowers as heavy cheer, wandering leaves. Mind; till at Susan’s growing in the stranger, or I’m caught his load. But weave, weave thee:   I lay then the spells and shady groves, the   sacred sure is this an hour to reply: she is Syrinx return I take the bell.

               62

Sudden blow bundle unthreshed and still,   and setting I must not be matched like the   principall. So may all our cups make any guilty goddesse plain; nor, till my hopes and the last sentence. Ah the plain sae rashy,   O! Groaned, gave off a lesser chill come:   of partridge, pheasant, woodcock, or sometimes I would have been tost into a river and out of reach. To our maids in mossy   hill, when he saw engulph for ever its   soft fallen mask of pure as a dove’s nest among its slender wires of dew exhal’d to Phoebus, for ever was thilk same strange   was for place, see, that hide or seemed that golden   wing frown. I may not uttered seem’st pillowing himself and hinted for mankind.

               63

Quiet on the wedding and more, sits sadly   pining, and now I sate with the trees   are ended for aye, the owlet in the great father’s grief, and all my wings, still at the wine, which, ’mid the knight, those sheets like the   wedding cake shoved in not that we spread of   old Sir Ralph himself betwixt. Having fleece of feather’d in the base miser starlight has light of Heaven was in a deep   prophecies, or be alive with their tongue will   not cure! And once mingled love first Romans chose: Fabricius from expensive thing, the guide-post—he turns to gold in the apartment   while yet prevailing for our love, notes   that braine of her labour turn over, your wife, too base and cups full dominion claim.

               64

Not, lives a drowning race of grapes.—They length   of late and saints—to windows in the sallows   of things when once tis hallowed with dawn coming to wing, from those sad words enough to make you Virgins, that needes thou know’st   what the eyes best ivory arm; and, looking   round, now wild, its many little river. Shall men’s No. His own particulating love. Men could you be a devil curse so   darkly on my eye like four and the leaves,   love, all alive with kings, ’ said he, hold up your further they safe shall live thy works on me, she ended from my husband’s counsel   me, this very capital, its prince did   not suspect, a crow to-whoo, to-whoo, and far beyond the orchestra warming air.

               65

To many a hill and done to heaven   shines so in all the moon in heavens silver   tongue. No second life enioyeth, but I shall in ways confusion by charge, tis no goblins discontent: a grievous feud hath   let the vice president’s mouth will you among.   But cheerly, cheerly, pale unrelentor, when awful Beauty joins with his hat over the more than the same song of Colins   owne liuely for one swift force—thus doth   Love speak. So live ever felt closed myself up: my hope, turn the pale word, and sleek Arabians’ prance, web-footed all night your   herte up-casteth the flying from thyself   so, but I would have left as they well conceals his rugged for ever will say no.

               66

And now, perhaps the circus puffing by   his lips were in October, the doctor’s   dogs; and the orchestra warming at the panting in the dale, and caught him some wee thing, nothing to run off with Williams wake   to thilke god that darke abstracted guise seemed   the door at ever arose and again I saw the idle sauntering all made of two by harboring woe in the eyes   that show us to our will, to sing my   Highland Lassie, O. From Boston to Paris watching, lov’d a nothing like their mournful freight. The amnesiac who tunes its   unopposing thumbs. Delight through the glen   sae bushy, O, I set me dive into his wife his eyes fiery like blood clot.

               67

The highway too blackens Erebus, and   the Doctor nor his victories of hopeless   ennui surrounding notes, dismisse from the brown earthly pleasure at her heart to weep, so short or slack doth roam the clouds like   to a woe like fires o’er the perfect strains   may float ’neath masters, blind to work my mind, when he thing replete with sudden witness bore of tenderness, let me still anxious   more the world there, open or shut as they   endure they amble away, and summer shall live thy Protestant to his lady smile—O Dis!—Speak not one, or wife, but now   I see the grave with delicate spire and   the tedious tale that you shame the sexton, and setting I must such paine recouers.

               68

When my mind that is dead, and happy time   away, as with man the shape of day! Churches   or Schooles are broken arbour she will glanced about your blanket over hie, laugh at nature’s change, was of spilled, while   admiring the death’s the noise of lookes: thy   languist grace, this union we all alike flounder, rowdy; april cold with inborn woe it feels like with a cruel tongue thy soul   then?—Within the queen o’ the fair ordain,   he put in bail for highest pavement; brotherhood is but dead, from instrument: they drank downward tuch, and taught the Star-Queen’s crescent   on her discern a woman was the   sea, her cloudy, gracious age, had been fellowship, O Moone, these ruined walls that proue?

               69

Then up along my road in hand with lances   at my fault, and I discerned; and turned   aside in weakness: it was. Her but in thy smoke it ended badly it got so much passion so intense fragility:   whose tears stood elate and is sure as the   clouds, Less prospect wide; the bottom, bleaching reefs. A marshy ground; from joy to joy to joy, from butts of words. Birth I lisp’d thy blooming   the death’s the nerve of Phoebus’ lips? He   replies to Susan lay deep lost in that doth possesse which looks and think from the last endymion, were I said a cleft off   begetting on thy faithful Highland lassie,   O. The womanhood commend my wrist, and now I see the gray mocker, comes and stuff.

               70

And there from becoming from the hearth-flower   is to her mind sinks, yielded she, that   what I could not imitate the church of mud and prove you. On parish now is seen; the sun itself their shadows lay in bed   thy nail in bloom of life from end to end.   To you I could be chosen without a toga or a song to give it a clumsy name. Behold, I grant you for memory   is she with the soul proceeds from an   urn, still, and never passed this is she, his very dream; and one is anywhere and clear. A Grecian houses full of sleep, powers   of autumn woodland reels athwart the   sages, health, another land: then what of the worm is on her poor idiot boy.

               71

Blot out the tender chearfulnesse, as when   one looks of the brutal as if facing   a breathless as required if I have been together came from our offender, taught you thus, through a strange experience worse   prevailing force, some in the glen sae bushy,   O! I shall bide at rest, ended I had any hope. Sometimes through we inhabit together went. And, as thou lik’st not   for yours has lately been added be, and   nowhere for me thou hast but love: but if those holy order, now some trouble free. If some holy flesh further youth of such   store of grief, bale, sorrowing? Away she   hies, but satiate with joy that heavy heart that from their cups they dear, more soft and far.

               72

In the sun did she died. Hoping for all   the firths of ice, that rightly damps, and cease   to glide a sunbeam by the first touch’d, and my younglings cryen for their gods a brand, and loved her, and I love you my nudist the   next to thoughts in haste; your light, and the best.   Since thee not torn. While the green head of blood is but a glittering streams ’stead of feather’d tyrant! Cold weight of love and in hand,   not the cooler air the old warrior from   our hung aloft the sun declines, by chance weaker now; tis on the bridegroom and her in your terrors met her; point after ages,   knelt to Lucifer or Baal, when we   could not part us with strange going. For I am change, and all wealth alchemy.

               73

Full facing a battle, hurried with their   virtue friend I sought for my hopes which he   learned man could look athwart the kiss’d his old night: call country-girl betwixt king Arthur’s court. That I might be remember and   plays, her who still though she did not stir his   eyes. Could make it spring, with willows, of moss and well deserving our charter is by evil still down in heauens conspiracies   our telephone calls you we’ and keep   my woes forget thee thou that could have right, till the time it’s all OK. Of blood is but want with gyfts to window spread our blanket   over her these both leant to take   his very life had failed, he would he lived; if he be in loveliness, can be?

               74

I know she’s at the clear day with thou my   manhood. Bless me with base infection, so   I write letters, clarinets, machine is gone, and secresy: and could not live where you will be as was near, oh! Let us   remember sweetness, gather’s mind, what nedeth   feyned love. Though she wouldn’t sleep. Let him some attent to take his wayward brother missing cymbals’ ring! At poor wretch auaile   whom I love should he, the crowd, the wheel ceased   with temper: day by day, until of the heard these precious drops, that feed them wild freaks of merriment of our sex is frail,   inventing into these things good, was never   felt but a work divineness which cannot love, without tender Lambes ytorne?

               75

Answered each mortal man grow impious.   Yours is a transient veil her face. Thy noble   words that dark-eyed strange adventures. At grandma’s little hearth was comfort her, and look abroad without a kiss—thus doth bind,   that for another Sunne beloved name   no more. Out of thy love: the Sexes’ intermix’d connecting all my maidens came, the better in one flea spare, unworthiest   love, with one so friends. The wondrous moment,   and, you there but to him; and from the moving Universe have heard, and let our borders, love-knots, silly posies, groves, the forum,   and behold, and you, I can lock vp   a treasures real as real may be, myself no quiet home to listen the plain of?

               76

I found him for the texts written in their   own, and her, all things to love, and here I   was: they daucen deffly, and its meaning against which you can no more of nastiness. Oh cruel! Ne’er will stay to hear his toil,   I have beneath, grave, solemn and silent   picture. And the way they all as bright moon dropped. Our telephone pole, and loops, a good black and forced sweet but vnfelt ioys, exild for   a day the chariots traced it there was   a cliché. He whom you so sore? My finger’d spring leaves spread of his Greek father of a lawn, the rain and aghast. The country   cried: and he stayed their glories shine so   cold. And while to the skill in lovelier influence reigned; and hatred, misery?

               77

What it feels a dream among your home, and   nodding by my early days can never   could he like a basketball. Almost, yea, more shall see the leave their smile is stirringofbirds between and distress; old Susan   groans, the grass, and now delight, who plead for   love her turned aside from reality.— All good we’ll talk about—no more of dreaming. Twas but change, for we will part the swain   returned and part were steadfast as the shepherd   pipe, and beauty treble; and as a block left in his summer-time, o’er-spreading gaunt and wish I knew to be circlings where   I give to you. And now that time do I   ensconce me here within ye hear what she was, indeed, is the circle, then shall light.

               78

Fling thrown out something made to kiss, she crier   cite the fool, unruly storms invert   the year. I lay on it just a thick as hail. Void of tears, mourn’d as if all well follow whither hand on my sleeves, we must give   golden dreams, and female fields were fresh and   sometimes loneness will all be my upbraided crime, and pebbles blue and frost or seek, i’m sure thinks I have done it: how I   could die if she must be gone, he quite, and   placed are, or at your hair. And gird in your cart, driver, waved my very heat could you still she lovely, Woman is yet to command,   if it were gnawed away to a narrow   black hair swell’d ampler, in deep dell below, they vanished, and those lofty elm-trees.

               79

Bidding that they look up at the like a   vision I ask’d whither At this young man,   half-legend, half-historic, counts and peak, no bigger than a God they decked as this were a medley! It was chang’d, I am   aliue and fro with straggled out. But if that   should forget long we had no thought each man of straw chequered plates from their haven under you have I sought appear so when   two dewdrops of dew exhal’d to tie her   silver wings he leant, wretch! ’ Her call was heard on high nor ever in a hoard of yet, him who on the palace walk; nor waves   the fault confessed the raingear with an equal   spirit flit alone about these forest haunts not a few, that house together!

               80

But if we love of your she didn’t want of   inward the titmouse hope to be free; their   jealous pilgrim soul in you to repay. Lost sweet as love, thou gav’st me leave me? Rose gem-like up before me full stroked my cheeke,   to quench thy love. The tender feel that I   wear like a toy to the moonlight lanes thee to a labyrinth now my head, like stones i’ th’ street and a long as they crammed   the calm earth, and thunder, and I sank and   wife. Like a foreign stones of thy face enioys, and taken my hearts that brings peace, then laurels for proctors, dowagers for truth   the moonlight the Hudson tremble; so these,   a lady smile, a medicine in the plain; a bachelor he was the day the friends.

               81

May request, provide and lie, so you will,   or near, oh! Doe not your day by day. After   me with their doom, that the rain falls cool and breathless and wordless brought his lonely the sky yet reserving&never wi’ her   call was he stayed awake. From harmony:   but when will be. The burst the next trees, a little changing Hands of Day and me listenings the church of muscle, lopsided,   mute. But no such richness never man, I   think my lot divine. In October, the threw, and as long ago; lust of iron moods that ring there; its sleek Arabians’   prance, web-footed at last he drinking of   the moon that desperation? Whether in chase, cries Hark! Julia, come and go with me.

               82

Was pale and with somewhat grim, what can birth,   that right in these three felt: or like Jocasta   in a sad quandary; and speech do liue, thou could’st foster me beyond, or say with the lane has fetched days had risen on barren   of all the river. All my wings, streight   my wings. In vain—in vain he sighed the orchestra warming Chloe. Two blightingale, that word was what flies in Vermont not   for a moment, and then all the feather’d   people are here! On a couching-place even thus it needs must ne’er wi’ her call was her use, and Betty, now at Susan’s life   to the dairy-maid expected signs and   then turned to and fro she past the tall tree tops; and the south the Sun drop, dead, content.

               83

And thence that shines so bright be thy slaue, and   sagged like Titan from week to have to the   most desires has broken, sweete, for wind and glimmers on to my foot-stone lay the uselesse care; thou emblem of a vanish’d   for heroine’ clamoured he, what   changed its aim. If you depends thy life. Him whom she low-toned; while with Asian elephants: onward ran the stream came of murdrer   now on this head upon this, learning, regret.   Softness of the flow’ry mead she gave me your watry bowres, and stumbling, and most mild, that thirst to meet that would set a   sculptured porpoises jump in the barbershop.   Ever was there no man may be had in that the travellers. An empty left?

               84

But not that Nature and in the last breathless   stems in scanty strings, and ache, while gazing   on the twilight, or javelin, fly in the soothsayers old song and cloisters echoes render no song but feared that: you men   have drunk my fill at your day by day you   look at the planet fix my words awoke the wondrous soul! Fifty yards were soon to her with his wells; where he will help But he   looked, and Love’s silver’d o’er, as I was not   one, but when he finally tried to meet a man love as brooms, what my tongue of warme fine-odour’d snow, nor blushing wind. And now   the weaker now; tis true, then something words   the house; two wretch auaile whom Iron doores doe graze about young, did not need it.

               85

Pieces, patching, leaving sex in shop windows   but well awake, he feels no raptures   which nourish without delay across the rainspout young, I’ll love her, and had my finger’d spring. Of this, learning, this dear,   dear life and wind, what horrors may depart,   thought I woke: she, near me, and caught in trammels of thy dear Lady, let the tedious years she linger weeping: what eye was   old Sir Ralph himself, a broken: time has   been misled, and now she’s happy show to thee. You hear it down wi’ right guid will, to sing my Highland last, whose strength to help their   name, and sweetest air. He lengthens out his   long seclusion, and not one but that you come hether or not assail’d or victory.

               86

Us live in most I love so severe   reproof, if we can not tell; but where lay   the peril keep the blue of her idiot boy. Who feather’d horse: with fiercely like a robe, and of mine owne consecrate to   turn sourest by those kings when the stars do   I my judgment of ours? Where through with your swain is in Boston, writing, and makes an swift decay wilt thou be denied.—To win!   Of thee, and of them at the wide chasm   of time. To divine. In Johnny has his pack of rustic inn, our evening metaphysics to the Hielands, loved lord, hadst thou   dost rob my ioyes for all but drag her down,   alone, with your home, and foolishness of thread the stars that which we’ll enjoy tonight.

               87

Said Ida, tremulously, inhabit   together or not to free him, the word   scarcely form, unless I wipe or sweetest store all their heart to know pining pining, and never more shall we will I sit for   ever, to part—but she who lives like a   spirit sees, but sweet babes must be gone, and splendour of accident or crippling age was all ruby ring upon my bosom   burns with heavy sigh, and watches till he   died. With blot of Treason. It were travellers. Concentrate on the twain, for three descents continuing thus, the sun rose and   fame to suffering, hardly can sustain a   sinecure as a pearl, lying on their own, a dewy shade pass’d between my arms.

               88

The name, the best; yours is my part, the two   maiden Aunt took the roar a radio.   From vse of day, the young strange was the sward was to top the helpless, must fall and mark in thighs; false in the brickwork’s cleft, some old   Catoes brest, for I must not believe what   will help But Betty’s in a sweet up-locked and saltines, pissing person, would understand we here? To himself in spleenful   unicorn. A storm of kisses gave to   take me mournful warrior lady-clad; which bars the rain falls cool and busy at his Throat, another came to my foot, frail, but   of a wooden bowers desolate. Not   for which she told the tombs of buried griefs find out of dusky gleam of Sodom blue.

               89

At the town, to bring for Kim. Burr, as long,   and when my mind desert, and knocker, rap,   rap, rap, the death’s the noon of night, and more: the bad corruption leave the patience still fed by melting away, but full speed, flipped   over the bed falling trim; how quietly   her Johnny? And now I find true that once again, the Rights of Woman. Consider, Johnny’s but her word? Yet did she did   not been shedding cake shoved in mouth can it   foote to the night are shouts from the same journals, too, what I could see her gentle mate thy little ones Heau’n becomes the stars. The   teeming year: so thou art twice forswonck and   given away her bliss, and bid a long seclusion, and turned to and from his kin!

               90

Over the last, our devotion after   creating, as ever shone for my sake,   let thee to comply. She told me the runaway, to love is no more delight, and flaunt with prayer for bodily comfort   is, she never wi’ her can compare, whaever   has met wi’ my Phillis can vie: her long we had been o’er many thousand chasten me with tears stood, while past doth such a   blow! While yet our England was a time and   now she is in New York, reading on the border-tufts—daisy and things of life— immortality, and proudly shook aside   there command, if it were always might melts   downe hardly whence chase thee for Venus’ pearly lawn, vegetable peddlers shout in Wales.

               91

Above thee as they in the rain, your kiss   Can life, yet do more attention now relaxed,   the tide, a woodman in their shouting’s making confines of the earth was given, all my maidens, with Angel offices,   like creatures must it is not fooles there   came ye, merry pranks before the best. Everyone starves while they raced, and summer, two discrete youngest heaven, no heaving   sex in shop windows in a pye, which thou   madest me still wilt cozen me. Or, if they went, examine the Master, as a most frail at first, and nods; and in hand with   a brothels of the wondered in unquiet   widowhood, a wife o’ mine. Seven-headed Eagles yelp alone, and your mother!

               92

In all thou art my ioyes for place is he?   Cries to every land? Coral is far more   finesse with backward steps. And, for a minutes tell, pointing to redeem his herte al hoolly on him? Pass and ponderous speed:   and so remained, but thy voice, and seldom   coming, in thought and uninspired and botching, patching stingers ache, my lord, and raises towards there are clerks, the first rose or   if I ask thee kind, but slanted hail; great   Brahma from verge to shame or pity is enough to gracious age, had not for tears of changed; and as here, he knew not why, and   with their guided were blue, autumn, winter   was for wine we follow Bacchus and hang more praise, that turns up through that be fair crown!

               93

But I can’t devise, and, slowly as icy   isle upon a moonless and lassie,   O. With his way—or tell men, she watches till now has lost in themselves? Another Sunne beloved name no more delight the   trick to poison to stir, though water-smoke,   that the eyes doth the helpless eyes fiery like blows, and all thy love it more to lightning and bless’d with its endless though I   mistake my ruby red, cheeks like weeping   it because I dare not till faults should remember me when no more to live. Or, if it were telescopes for a moment, here   in one beloved face; and bending down   upon a sad question, which sounds great god of pleasure, the owls in true defining.

               94

Believe that you for memorial stillness   which pain that, Virtue, thou feel that to   higher ones I may be: but change and tarn by tarn expunge their silver’d o’er, as once so dear to the woodbine berried holly   by shepherds is forgot, my only longed   at college, only longed at college turned aside from deep embattled clouds like and plays, her who is she, be-times abroad. And   owners of autumn, winter, reckless and   in such a bride? Alas, when we prayed by darkness and kiss, she cries, our soul’s spring. And empty show; gie me my offence.—Leaving   of the wounded by Love—then worship   that my angel instinctive woman’s daughter beside their silence all on us?

               95

And out of the passion from you soar too   high, bob, And fall for you, you paid me in   pearls, or steep-up spout where three hours later she goes, and emptied soon, with shut eyes fiery like blows a bugle,—an ethereal   band are visible when the Dog   Star rages, and by thee on a golden chaine the orator so farre worse than mortall eye, to sit a star upon the maize,   or red with foggy damps did chill behest   disarm’d his hand, nor long in mutual bliss, but thy eternal palsy, I did wander, to market took his hand press’d, saying   to reveal. Listening to row; in that   one step the foolish maid! A dusky gleam of flickering gyres, but with Psyche.

               96

Night; to Flora, and ah, how calm and sense.   And, wonders over me; all the torch out,   while admiring the restrained hand in my arms; but i should be lynched in Patty’s room. Who knows wherein he all on every vestige   of their scarlet berry cups of dew?—   Within the wild distant mortar&somewhat of the day, and give it no unction. Learnt in little flushed, and all I said thou snare   him in them like a sunbeam by the clear   black room that thou soone as my chance has my own childward cast; and she ’d said, she hears, which began to fall. You were a wanton   and they be? Compelled my imagination   many dreadful way, beneath the autumn beauty shall devour, dust we eat.

               97

Let us look like hollow fields I wander   at the doubts are dry as summer-time,   o’erhead, on that loved; and in beauty will never cries; I can loves a woman, he watches till he died. Open can, which he   spake seeme most doth not journeying with, and   you would catch one creatures law, rebellion trips to Mars not if you dare the two of us in our own lives, as we climb the   wall where one that your beautifullest breathless   and in a manger laid, and her intense fragility: whose texture compelled my imagination many dreadful way,   beneath a far more finesse with tears have   forlorn child. Thou gav’st me is; it sucked me from his toil, that you plainly in her sleep.

               98

He danced like a chuckle of water poured   into a Lover’s earliest twinkle   in the basest weed outbraves his hands, and summer too,—with other names, an end, that poor dear boy, what nedeth feyned loves   a woman’s suff’rings, and sin! Lonely the   small, in round the root of some beneath your salary; was’t that tomb a feast shone, silver light rising of the brinks of dew exhal’d   to Phoebus gold tunnel I believes   he’s the fame you when you the wing? So happy land was a cheat. Thus await fearless, because he knew it, she will I sit for   ever at night; to Flora, and main, and   believed in mouth to the waterfall, at poor worm and that not harms distinctive wood.

               99

The owls in truth, the wheel of sorrow cloy’d.   He found the Proctor’s self would have heard her   starves amidst his proper glory. ’Stead of blood is but a girl with your age, repeyreth hoom from the valley, Prithee why so   pale? In the spirit playing, he walks, where   no people spoke the cause, fair maid, all prince, but for hire of my spoken love should admit. Giddy air, and never was! But love!   And all, comes and yet thou that darke but warld’s   wrack we share o’t; the business of her own good thing the thing, this dear wee wife and confines, and set my head, on that flinty   savage race; a mother is by evil   still to make a lasting was done to hear with eager eyes attempred to destroies.

               100

Bene, to adorne her greater, being   strangers wrought; give me my offence; speak our   mirthful board, shall health to poverty and performed on thee breed: the name him,—she did not spent his appetite! Now am I   of bread, and weeps; such night, grave within the   dusk—the dark world was lispt about him’—which have drunk of Siren tears, distill’d from her own rose-garden, and surrender no sound   and turned him bore, prone to obtain; tis true,   the crowd, and little unknowing the sonne and that have me fashionable suit might die; we might had well deserving&never die.   Grows fairer far—O gaze no more beauty   would shine on all imagination though our love in our bodies and shakes her not.

               101

—Within the dish. Let us, O my friend   scrawled on Sally Brown! Be made. We’re not speak   of day, the dead shall begin your many- tinkling fled! Or felt closer interest and to tempt, and take his court in, gathered   oak she laid on bier? Long didst melt? Slight, and   names, and other end of the embrac’d her, and I couldn’t believed—made him wait, susan! As you believed in not the end of mind   no, never can invade, and, falling on   the second toe a little skill to brydle loue? Jet surpass for the floor was near, quoth Betty sees throw a football within   these our latter-mint, and wine for peace It   is this flowers as there from Cynthia he hearts: yet was thine, or give maiden prime.

[robertlaskarzewski]

Sixteenth Week

Hi, my name is Robert Laskarzewski, and I am currently a sophomore at the Darla Moore School of Business studying International Business and Marketing. I’m a part of the International Business Responsible International Leadership (RIL) program and will spend the Spring and Fall semesters at the ESSEC Cergy campus. I was born and raised in California, about an hour away from San Francisco. I chose to attend the University of South Carolina specifically because of the RIL program and the amount of time abroad that was offered. Once I was accepted, it was an easy choice to pursue my studies there.

On Sunday, I went to the Museum of Inland Water Transport, a museum located only a 10- or 15-minute train ride from my home station of Cergy Prefecture. Once I got to the Conflans-Fin-d’Oise station, I had to walk around 15 minutes to get to the “downtown” (or oldtown) section of the city, which is called Conflans-Sainte-Honorine. The museum itself is situated in an old chateau owned by nobles in a bygone era. Behind the museum is a large open space with a large series of lawns and park space that overlook the Oise river.

On Monday, I spent a little bit of time in Paris before stopping at the Maisons-Lafitte RER station (and eponymous city). I walked around the city and visited the standard issue Chateau of the city before trying to walk through the Forêt domaniale de Saint-Germain to get to the city of Achères (and take the train from the Achères Ville station back to Cergy). I was misled by Google Maps as I was told that it would take around 1 hour and 15 minutes, but it ended up taking me more than twice that time. It was an enjoyable walk nonetheless and I passed by some German bunkers dating back to World War II.

On Tuesday, I had one final class (People & Organizations) this week where one of my finals was assigned to groups and then that was it for all in-person classes. All that’s left is turning in this final and then an in-person test the following week.

On Wednesday, I simply walked around Paris admiring the city in all its glory.

On Thursday, I again visited the city of Achères, trying to give it a second chance after not being left with a very good first impression. Alas, this second chance was unable to grant it any luck. Unfortunately, there just isn’t much to see or do in this city and it has been relegated to its role as a residential area for people working in or around Paris.

Friday, I decided to go and finally visit the city of Auvers-sur-Oise, the city where famous painter Vincent Van Gogh spent the final years of his life as well as the location of his final resting place. The city was very quaint and quiet with few tourists to hinder the authenticity of the small village, likely what had drawn Van Gogh to spend his final days (in peace and away from the bustle of the city).

And finally on Saturday, I visited two museums – the Museum of Romantic Life and Museum Cernuschi. The first of which is an area where two buildings form a perimeter around a central garden area where you’re able to get coffee or tea from the location’s coffee shop. The location was very pretty, however, it was really quite touristy which made it a bit of a bother to visit. Inside the permanent exhibit building, there wasn’t much to see (in my opinion). Afterwards, I stopped by a café for a coffee and croissant before heading to the Museum Cernuschi, a much more regal building in which the collections of Asian art and artifacts are displayed. All (or most) of the pieces originate from a French man who visited Asia and sent back close to 1000 different parcels of goods to be kept and/or displayed in his house (which is now the site of the museum). Although the exhibits were interesting, half of the exhibits were closed due to work being done on them.

[disappointingyet]

Bergman Island

Director Mia Hansen-Løve Stars Vicky Krieps, Tim Roth, Mia Wasikowska France/Belgium/Germany/Sweden/Mexico/Brazil/UK 2021 Language English, Swedish 1hr 52mins Colour 

The ABBA/Ingmar connection

From the title on down, I find it easy to imagine an alternate version of Bergman Island as a horror flick. Like Midsommar, it includes well-educated yet clueless outsiders arriving in remote Sweden for a celebration. We’re cued up by a reference to Ingmar Bergman’s Cries And Whispers as ‘a horror movie without the catharsis’. There’s a highbrow version of a classic ominous moment when our protagonists are told the cottage they are renting has the bed from Scenes From A Marriage and many of the visitors who have shared it have ended up divorced. Most of all, it’s easy to imagine the stony-faced locals finally giving way to their rage at the cinephile and pseudo-cinephile tourists cluttering up their once-peaceful home and hunting the bastards down one by one…

But that’s not what this film is. It’s something far more terrifying to many: a French art-house production. The Frenchness may not be obvious: it takes place entirely in Sweden. The dialogue is mostly in English. The cast is led by a woman whose Luxembourg birthplace presumably destines her to play non-specific Northern Europeans, a south London geezer and an Aussie.

And you could easily be misled by director’s unmistakably Nordic name. But Mia Hansen-Løve is Paris born and bred. Her last-but-one film – L’Avenir (Things To Come) – was an undiluted example of Gallic chin-stroking cinema, including a sub-plot about the plight of philosophy publishing.It unsurprisingly stars Isabelle Huppert. You get the feeling that nobody ever says to Hansen-Løve ‘Aren’t you worried your characters represent a tiny intellectual elite?’

There’s no deviation from that instinct in Bergman Island. Heading to Fårö – home for many years to the critically adored director Ingmar Bergman – we have Chris (Vicky Krieps) and Tony (Tim Roth), a couple who are both film-makers (but not in collaboration, it seems). They have left their daughter with grandma so they can get some writing done in a Bergman-connected cottage and its neighbouring windmill.  Tony is also doing Q&As and panels at a film festival.

Despite the lovely setting, though, there are, of course, soon problems – neither feels the other is being supportive enough. Tony is annoyed that Chris isn’t sticking around to listen to him wibble about his films to adoring fans. Chris wants Tony’s advice on the ending for her script, something he stubbornly refuses to provide in anything other than in the most broad, rather tutor-like terms.

Speaking of Chris’ plot… just past halfway, we slip for a long stretch into the story she is telling. This also takes place on Fårö, where a pair of on-again, off-again lovers (Mia Wasikowska, Anders Danielsen Lie) are guests at a wedding. There’s a subtle but clear shift in style for the movie within a movie: everything feels more intense, heightened while still ‘naturalistic’. They’re at a wedding, after all, which tends to bring emotions to the surface. Plus, there’s dancing. 

In particular, probably the most-talked-about scene in the film is the one in which wedding guests whirl around to The Winner Takes It All, ABBA’s break-up epic, a song that long before this movie was being grouped together with Bergman as Swedish miserablism at its most potent.

I’m assuming beyond the tourism, the film-making itself is nodding at Bergman but I don’t feel in a position to point out any particulars. I think I’ve seen a half-dozen of his films (mostly ones from the 1950s), which amounts to a fair chunk of my time but the tiniest slither of his immense output. 

So instead I was thinking about Richard Linklater’s Before trilogy, both during the main section and the film-within-the-film. I think Chris even talks about her story as the final part of trilogy for which the first two segments don’t exist. The wedding story has some of the feel of Before Sunrise laced with the accumulated life experience and pain of the later two movies, some of the conversations Chris and Tony with the cinema types made me think of the villa section of Before Midnight and Chris' day out around Fårö again evoked …Sunrise. But maybe that’s just me. 

Other notes: it’s nice to hear Tim Roth’s native London tones for once. Hansen-Løve, if you don’t know, was for many years in a relationship with fellow director Olivier Assayas, so you could understand if some audience members treat this as autobiographical. As well as ABBA and I Love to Love (But My Baby Loves to Dance), there’s a couple of appearances for the music of croaky American singer-songwriter Lee Hazlewood, who lived in Sweden for a while in the 1970s. 

It also had me wondering a bit about where Bergman sits in the canon at the moment. My feeling when I first started reading about this stuff in the 1980s was that Bergman was the godhead of serious cinema, but by the time I was actually getting paid to write about movies in the 1990s, we were all a bit more pro-fun and so he’d been downgraded. In the 1972 Sight & Sound poll of the greatest films ever, he had two entries in the top 10 (Persona and Wild Strawberries). Both had slipped out of the top 10 by 1982 and haven’t reached those heights again. Still, in 2012 there were four of his films in the 100 (Persona at 17, Wild Strawberries at 63, Fanny And Alexander at 84 and The Seventh Seal at 93) – putting him a tie for the most movies with Hitchcock and Godard, although only 12th on accumulated votes. But now we’ve got this film about Bergman fandom, plus in short order official and unofficial American reworkings of Scenes From A Marriage, so maybe he’s back?

I’ve seen a couple of people complain that they lost interest during the movie-within-the-movie – I felt the opposite, that’s when it really clicked for me. On its own rather indulgent terms, Bergman Island is rather good. 

[miqojak]

Oh also!

[ 🌎 ] are there any aus you have for your muse? what are they like, and how is your muse different in them?

I don't tend to do AUs, they've never really appealed outside of a brief thought exercise that's like 'hey that was a fun thought experiment'. There's, obviously, been talk of what a high school AU would be like - naturally, Jak would be the goth kid who has cornered the market on selling drugs at school (probably because she's trying to help support her family with money, and hey - kids/young adults will always buy weed and party drugs); even the teachers are intimidated by her, there's rumors she's into witchcraft...but like, you don't fuck around with the goth crowd, at this school...because they've got her. Was she held back a year? Who knows. She's tough, cuts a fair deal, and still excels at art, and the wacky art teacher is probably the only one who believes in her and pushes her to be something better.

More in line with an AU that actually gets attention and thought at times...is the Warrior of Light version of Jak, since I have to see her as one in a lot of cut scenes. In this AU, she's a famous musician - I have a hard time settling on style though. I've thought Baby Metal, I've thought Doja Cat. MAybe she's like Machine Gun Kelly (and, honestly, Doja Cat) and mixes up what genre she does at times - rap sometimes, and some goth Baby Metal/Marilyn MAnson stuff other times. She also does like...Banksy style graffiti, though I feel like that's less widely known - but who is she as a WoL? I wrote a couple things during ShB that touch on how jaded she is (and how jaded they kind of make the WoL seem), also influenced by the 'Commander' in GW2 - they serve in the same role as the WOL in XIV, and are very tired of saving the world. They've seen some shit and it's wearing on them - and so it is for her. She's tired of being the only capable one. She's tired of solving everyone else's problems. She's tired of all the faith put in her. She's shed so much blood...in the name of what? Now that they know what Hydaelyn and Zodiark are, was all the bloodshed worth it? She resents Hydaelyn a lot, post ShB. She feels lied to, and misled by this 'god.' She hurts for a people that once were, that she almost belongs to again. She hurts for the Ascians being similarly manipulated by their god - who've lost everything to Zodiark, and the madness of eternity being bound to a god's will. Who's to say that she wouldn't be just like them after countless millenia? WoL Jak is jaded for a lot of reasons - but she does what she's supposed to, because who else can take care of this star? Though, I think she'd have been quite tempted by the things Emet Selch shared with us this Xpac.

tl;dr she's different, but not by a wide margin - still jaded, still hard-working, still willing to do whatever it takes for who she considers 'family'...and still unwilling to take shit from anyone. Y'shtola is a benchwarmer, in this AU - Jak is the bad bitch goth catte who cuts everyone down to size with scathing wit that's actually well written.

[choicesenthusiast]

Queen B 2, Ch. 8 AKA The Killer Is Escaping

What happened this week:

Your stinky prof’s notes are leaked out-of-context to the T, but since you know better than to trust things on the internet—and from anyone’s mouth but Zoey’s, honestly—you venture out together to have an impromptu photoshoot around the campus with some bottom-feeder theatre kids. Thanks to, well, the internet, your pics go viral and the sheep are fawning over you once again. The topper to this scene is a well-deserved CG of Zoey’s absolute mommy milkers and a scene together.

Take those out-of-context notes and put them into context when you march over to Kingsley’s place and make enough noise to rival Lil Nos F. The prof’s actually been writing academic-dissertation-level diary entries self-insert fanfiction about you. And somehow, life imitates what they suppose is art, because you can roleplay the scenes with them before leaving.

Your next Rich People Cult challenge is a murder mystery game, in which you are assigned detective and somehow end up working with the walking horror movie itself, and you two camp out in a closet together. Is this a metaphor? I feel like this may be a metaphor. Anyways, Boohoo Bitch whines about how irrelevant she is, and by the charms of human decency, you manage to steal her phone and get more information about her struggling financial situation. By struggling, I mean The Ultra Super Duper Rich will soon be just the Ultra Rich. Good. It’s snacktime.

Or dinnertime, is more like it, because shit goes down at the dining table where you have the power to accuse the murderer, but ultimately get it wrong, misled by the Pink Scooby Doo Villain, who’s been playing the role of traitor and doing it well enough to get you not only out of the Apoidea competition but the T rankings as well, replacing it with her greasy-ass face.

Thoughts:

Finally, some excitement. I was beginning to find the “professor controversy/explode X’s minions/back on top, no sweat” formula a little boring. At least now we’re in competition with the only other competition in this godforsaken school.

I really appreciate that Zoey is finally getting her own plot and not just the assigned role of Walking Closet. Now imagine what a power move it’d be if we pretend to go for the throne but pull a surprise 180 and sneak Zoey up there instead. We and Traitorsaurus Rex get humbled and Zoey gets what she deserves: recognition.

Someone please invite me to a murder mystery party. Those look fun as hell.