#The Names

[rosesandalfazemas]

THE BRIT GANGSTERS

The LORD (England) The HIGH KING (N. Ireland) The SORCERER (Wales) The CHIEF OF THE CLAN (Scotland)

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[seizethegay420]

WHAT IS THIS

[chaoticgremlinbrainspace]

I dont know either man

[maras-virtual-lens]

BOOM

I'm a Melinite fangirl

[sidsinning]

Oh wow

[circleofshit]

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Remembering 9/11: Honoring the Victims (by Robert Mooney)

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Billy Collins Here is that poem, written by Billy Collins for a special joint session of Congress in New York commemorating the first anniversary of 9-11.

THE NAMES by Billy Collins

Yesterday, I lay awake in the palm of the night. A soft rain stole in, unhelped by any breeze, And when I saw the silver glaze on the windows, I started with A, with Ackerman, as it happened, Then Baxter and Calabro, Davis and Eberling, names falling into place As droplets fell through the dark. Names printed on the ceiling of the night. Names slipping around a watery bend. Twenty-six willows on the banks of a stream. In the morning, I walked out barefoot Among thousands of flowers Heavy with dew like the eyes of tears, And each had a name – Fiori inscribed on a yellow petal Then Gonzalez and Han, Ishikawa and Jenkins. Names written in the air And stitched into the cloth of the day. A name under a photograph taped to a mailbox. Monogram on a torn shirt, I see you spelled out on storefront windows And on the bright unfurled awnings of this city. I say the syllables as I turn a corner – Kelly and Lee, Medina, Nardella, and O'Connor. When I peer into the woods, I see a thick tangle where letters are hidden As in a puzzle concocted for children. Parker and Quigley in the twigs of an ash, Rizzo, Schubert, Torres, and Upton, Secrets in the boughs of an ancient maple. Names written in the pale sky. Names rising in the updraft amid buildings. Names silent in stone Or cried out behind a door. Names blown over the earth and out to sea. In the evening – weakening light, the last swallows. A boy on a lake lifts his oars. A woman by a window puts a match to a candle, And the names are outlined on the rose clouds – Vanacore and Wallace, (let X stand, if it can, for the ones unfound) Then Young and Ziminsky, the final jolt of Z. Names etched on the head of a pin. One name spanning a bridge, another undergoing a tunnel. A blue name needled into the skin. Names of citizens, workers, mothers and fathers, The bright-eyed daughter, the quick son. Alphabet of names in a green field. Names in the small tracks of birds. Names lifted from a hat Or balanced on the tip of the tongue. Names wheeled into the dim warehouse of memory. So many names, there is barely room on the walls of the heart.

from AIMLESS LOVE, Random House, 2013

[1977-1981-the-era-of-music]

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#The Names #1977 to 1981 ERA OF MUSIC

[mellotronmkll]

They're so fucking funny

[hasanpits]

realizing that i cannot tell the beatles apart

[tilde44]

I think it's only in a crisis that Americans see other people. It has to be an American crisis, of course. If two countries fight that do not supply the Americans with some precious commodity, then the education of the public does not take place. But when the dictator falls, when the oil is threatened, then you turn on the television and they tell you where the country is, what the language is, how to pronounce the names of the leaders, what the religion is all about, and maybe you can cut out recipes in the newspaper of Persian dishes. I will tell you. The whole world takes an interest in this curious way Americans educate themselves. TV. Look, this is Iran, this is Iraq. Let us pronounce the world correctly. E-ron. E-ronians. This is a Sunni, this is a Shi'ite. Very good. Next year we do the Philippine Islands, okay?

-- Don Delillo, The Names (1982)

[the-helper-house]

uh

you're in a house? i think

also hi narry, hi cam and knock-off 👋

[I am aware of that, I don’t— who is yelling? Can you get them to shut up? . You wave hello]

[/Hellooo :) 👋\]

[balu8]

The Names #3

by Peter Milligan and Leandro Fernandez

DC/Vertigo

[doingpushupsindrag]

does anyone else think graffiti is so UGH

every single piece of graffiti (of course excluding the mean stuff) is one big, (or little) “i was here”.

every human who drew a slap sticker, made a design, sprayed a tag existed. i mean it goes back to the beginning of human life- it isn’t some “young people these days” type thing- cave drawings and spray paint are exactly the same and i find it so beautiful.

that-it’s inherent, in human nature to remind people in years to come that “i was here”, however they can.

[inhumanetrash]

Arrrgrtggghhhh

Hear me out

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Where bots are the humans who invade Pandora (cons are the army and bots the researchers) and humans are the na’vi