#Vic delirium

[meadowziplines]

#IFD2024 Feedback Fest / Femslash February Recs: 10 Femslash Sandman Fic Recs

I have not provided additional cw’s beyond what is in the summary; please check work tags before reading.

Feel free to tag in authors whose Tumblr handles I don’t know!

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[G] New Dreams, New Age by AlphaScorpiixx (1k) (Gault/Lucienne): Gault. Lucienne had spoken true to Dream. She never trusted the shapeshifter Gault. Dream had agreed with her, claiming it wasn’t the nightmare’s nature to be trustworthy. Now, with Dream about to pronounce his punishment on her, Lucienne couldn’t stop staring at the expressions on Gault’s face.

[G] Trials of a Shapeshifter in Love by tryan_a_bex (1.9k) (Gault/Lucienne): “Lucienne has been working so hard lately,” Gault explained to the Dream King’s head cook. “I’d like to do something nice for her. I was thinking a surprise romantic dinner over candlelight in the library.”

[G] todas tus luces (all your lights) by marveling_under_an_open_sky (@two-hands-toward-the-sun) (1.2k) (Gault/Calliope): Calliope had always seen people’s creations as facets of their own selves, was drawn to people according to the work of their hands and hearts. And Gault created beautiful, powerful things for the dreamers she held so dear.

*lovingly yeets another femslash rarepair into the pile*

[T] our place in the sun by marveling_under_an_open_sky/(@two-hands-toward-the-sun) (1.6k) (Calliope/Lucienne): “Oh, my love.” Laughter bubbled out of Lucienne’s throat, and she felt so light; no, she amended to herself, she felt heavy with the weight of the woman she loved and who loved her, and it was glorious.

Calliope planted her hands into the mattress on either side of Lucienne’s torso and lifted herself up a little to look down at her, eyes sparkling. The fabric of her pyjamas was soft against Lucienne’s front. Calliope leant down, hair tumbling over her shoulders, and tasted Lucienne’s mirth with her own mouth, savouring it like it was honey, like it was the finest dessert at a queen’s royal table.

I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH OKAY

[T] Flirting with Death by honeyteacakes/@honeyteacakes (5.6k) (Death/Johanna): “Strange,” the woman replied, looking at Johanna thoughtfully. “Normally I don’t meet people until they’re ready to leave with me, but you’ve got time yet.”

“Might be less time than you think. Mind phoning an ambulance, love?”

Johanna keeps getting her ass kicked. Coincidentally, she keeps running into the same beautiful woman. Those things probably aren’t related, right?

(Recommended for those who want to see Johanna be a pathetic little meow-meow and for those who think Kirby Howell-Baptiste might be one of the most beautiful women alive.)

[T] Birds and Bees in the Belfry by Karalyn/@karalynlovescake (1.3k) (Delirium of the Endless/Poison Ivy/Harley Quinn): When you're in an odd three-way relationship with the anthropomorphic personification of delight and delirium, you don’t get to choose your own pet names.

[M] Starts and Stops by goblininawig (11.5k) (Calliope/Johanna): Constantine just wanted to be paid, not to get involved with a mythical entity. Calliope just wanted to be free, not to fall in love again. But that's exactly what happened.

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[E] Right Hand Ladies by Karalyn (2.1k) (Lucienne/Mazikeen): While waiting for their respective bosses to finish their “meeting of state” (a thinly veiled excuse for them to hook up,) Lucienne and Mazikeen commiserate about their jobs, their respective lords, and find an enjoyable way to pass the time.

[E] Sea Change by Cafephile (3.1k) (Gault/Lucienne): "What brings you here, Gault? Not that I am not glad of your company," Lucienne hastens to add because it is true, and she would not want the dream to feel unwelcome.

"Are you?" Gault asks. "You never seemed to like me much before."

Gault visits Lucienne in the library to clear the air. They end up doing far more than that.

[E] East of everywhere is Hell (7.6k) (Ric the Vic/Johanna): Written for the Sandman Femslash Weekend prompt: Meet-Ugly

The day Erica Patel (Ric to everyone except official bureaucracies) learned that, contrary to every rational instinct she had, demons were in fact real and able to possess people, was unfortunately also the day she met Johanna Constantine. At the moment it was a tossup which part made the day worse.

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(the 10 other fandoms fic rec list is still coming)

also check out the whole sandman femslash weekend collection on ao3 and the tumblr blog dedicated to sandman femslash, @sandmanfemslashfans!

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Augusnippets Day 21: Delirium

cw: dissociation, scattered narrative, past torture, infected wounds, substance dependency, needles

previous // next

for the @augusnippets challenge // word count: 410

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He dreams of rescue.

It's almost funny; he used to dream of rescue all the time, back when he was with Vic. Wake up and tamp it down and stop the tears before they fell; chase it away with extra training before breakfast, forget. 

Here in this cell, it doesn’t hurt so bad. Maybe it's because he knows it's a dying dream, and he's just grateful it's a pleasant one. Peace before the ending.

The spy (Sahota) (Ander) doesn't blame his team for failing to find him.

He could never blame his other team either. They didn't have the training, the knowledge. Just a bunch of kids; it wasn't their fault.

It isn't their fault.

Joy is kneeling over his body, checking his pulse, fingers grazing over the wounds that cover him

(branching pain, he screams when she brushes the bad one, just above his hip)

Jericho eases arms under him, lifts him, pulls him into a broad, warm chest. The spy (Sahota) shudders from the sudden heat, he's been cold for so long—

(is this how it feels to die?)

He can't hear what they're saying, but he can hear the worry. It's exactly how he would've staged it in a daydream, if he could've got his wits under him. Held, warm, surrounded by a gentle fear for his well-being. Hands are careful around his wounds, careful not to jostle his broken leg. He drifts somewhere else, and then his wounds are being cleaned.

(He would've thought the dream would end there, warm in someone's arms)

Smells the antiseptic, screams as it's applied.

Antibiotics, someone says, the only word he’s made out so far.

He's in pain, they hurt him, says the other voice, they hurt him so much.

Once upon a time the spy might've recoiled from the words, insisted he was fine, unbreakable.

But he is. They did. He only wants to sleep, someone watching over him to keep the monsters away, and the hands that keep him steady are gentle.

Sahota is vaguely aware of a needle at the crook of his arm, a pinch he barely feels. A second follows it.

The relief is near instantaneous, a different kind of comfort flooding his veins, warmer than the arms that carried him from the cell, whisking him away from the pain, so potently good 

(the creature stops clawing at his chest, momentarily content, wide awake)

He feels it. He's felt everything.

That must mean…

that must mean

[victoriadallonfan]

I saw a really funny meme about Victoria’s interaction with Gong, and it made me think…

There’s probably a LOT of unexplored potential in bias and prejudice against Cauldron capes, right?

What kind of micro aggressions can form due to this? How does it interact with capes in the same team, politically?

For context:

- Dying 15.3

Victoria gives a pretty well explained summary of Shaker-Movers, helping to explain why the cape is acting like she has PTSD (which is why Vic’s orders work and Gong’s didn’t), and Gong’s simple response is that she is a Cauldron cape.

Ergo, she wouldn’t have these issues like “real” capes. Right? Victoria wants to argue against it, but she has no real proof of this. She has theories but that’s all they are. Theories.

But WE know the truth. Victoria is correct in that vial capes get powers based off of their personality and mental states!

Battery was a passionate and fiery person who uses memories of staying calm, using breathing techniques from her past to help her manage her fear and pain, which gave her the power to become untouchable so long as she forces herself to remain calm and unmoving to charge up.

Newter was insensate with pain, delirious, and his body torn apart when given his vial, and he gained a body that deals with damage, heals, and induces delirium in others.

Sveta was trapped, torn to shreds, skin peeling off in ribbons and trapped metaphorically in a body that wasn’t right for her. She was given ribbons that could get her out of danger, that would provide and protect her with minds of their own, and a body that was what she wanted while still not being hers.

And WB did a great breakdown of the travelers:

There’s more to explore like how Alexandria had a desire to remain young, a mind foggy from drugs and a body sensitive to pain etc etc, but the gist is that cauldron capes DO have power issues related to what they can do. And according to Battery, they experience mind boggling amounts of pain with each drink of a vial.

However…

Would non-cauldron capes even care?

When Taylor learns about cauldron capes, her first reaction is disgust that these people didn’t earn their powers. That they didn’t suffer like REAL Parahumans did.

Even Victoria is offended when she learns Dean was a cauldron cape, as the intimacy of sharing their trigger events was seen as the next step of their relationship.

When Legend explains how they all should have had trigger events, but didn’t, it falls on deaf ears. No one responds to him and Taylor doesn’t give his words much thought at all.

And why should they? Cauldron capes are liars. They’ve been lying all this time. Nothing they say could be taken at face value. Eidolon could give a huge public speech about being born disabled, suffering from seizures, and his suicide attempts… and it would mean nothing.

He LIED to them about his origins. An unspoken rule has been broken. He didn’t suffer enough to earn his powers.

It’s interesting to me that the Undersiders nor Breakthrough had someone who was a voluntary cauldron cape. Sveta was an advocate for C53’s and hated Legend for being part of Cauldron, but we don’t hear her thoughts on people who simply bought powers. Taylor never knew Accord and Citrine were Cauldron until the very end.

I don’t know how to end this, but his line sticks out to me:

- Blinding 11.5

[write-kin]

Augusnippets - Delirium

Written Aug 09. Word Count: 500

Prompt: Delirium/Hallucination/Vertigo, from @augusnippets

Thank you to Cyber and Worm for letting me borrow Rex and Vic in the pirate au! Something something Stowawaypilled Scurvymaxxing. CWs: Mentioned past SA, illness, loss of touch with reality, PTSD symptoms.

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This couldn’t be happening. They’d escaped. They were out of there. 

But the voices around Sunshine were unmistakable. Familiar chatter of sailors, even as Sunshine curled up tighter in the cargo box. 

Maybe it’d been a dream. The sneaking onto this new ship, the box of hardtack and booze, the freedom, the risk of their escape. 

Maybe the accident had just happened, and they were waking up from it. 

They weren’t sure. Time had stopped making sense.

Two louder, clearer voices cut through the chatter. Words slurred, which was a bad sign. They kept talking as they got closer. 

“Not all of it is for transport. He’s not boring, there’s got to be more booze around somewhere.” “If we get caught for this, it’s your fault. And I tried to stop you.” “Mhm.”

Sunshine held their breath, not wanting to be noticed. They might not know where they were, but they knew that being found spelled disaster no matter what. 

There was a loud cracking noise, and then it was incredibly cold, and they were in the torchlight.

“That’s not gin.” “I know.” “That’s a person.” “Looks like.” 

Maybe if Sunshine stayed incredibly still, they would leave. 

That idea went belly-up when a hand grabbed the back of their shirt, pulling them up to a dizzying verticality. 

They found themselves staring an absolutely massive man in the eyes, and the world under them spun, feeling further and further away.

The sailor’s voices didn’t stop, but they could only see the man in front of them, and his slightly shorter companion. The one holding them spoke. 

“Who are you?” 

Even if their mouth wasn’t currently full of blood, Sunshine wouldn’t have responded. They hadn’t spoken since the first time this had happened. 

And they weren’t about to lie there and take it again. So instead of replying, Sunshine kicked out at the stranger, as hard as they could. The heel of their boot collided with his lower stomach, and it did jack shit. 

That wasn’t good. They kicked again, but a hand caught their leg, which was worse. 

Sunshine was panicking now, angry and afraid and trying to get away. They’d dive overboard if they needed to.

Impulsively, they opened their mouth to scream. 

Instead of any noise, though, blood came out. 

The shorter man said something in a language they didn’t know. It sounded like cursing. The larger one looked at them with something resembling concern as he held them further off of the ground, letting go of their leg.

There were hands on them. They didn’t see anyone touching them. Sunshine let their head roll forwards, swallowing back more blood. 

“We should probably tell him. You know. Stowaway. In that state.” “You wanna?” “Not particularly.” “Go get him.” With a shrug, the shorter one turned around, walking out of the storage room. Leaving Sunshine and the larger man alone. The man looked them over, sympathy in his eyes.

“You’re in a bad way.” Sunshine tried to kick him again.

[amalia-uwu]

SICK

Undertale by Toby Fox

Underfell by Vic underfella @underfell

I don't own undertale or underfell. The rights go to the respective owners. This fanfiction is for entertainment purposes only.

Warnings ⚠️ : angst, Delirium, hurt/comfort, sickness, nightmare mention of decapitation, swearing

Part 1 [Press here! :) ]

PART 2 [you are here :) ]

His temperature had gone from high to low. He was cold in touch and Papyrus feared the worst.

He was shaking like a leaf in the wind.

"C...c-co..ld-d..." he managed to say. Papyrus removed his scarf and tied it around his brother's neck.

Papyrus dressed him in some warmer clothes and covered him with two more blankets. Sans was still trembling. He (papyrus) could hear the rattle of his bones.

Papyrus touched his forehead. He removed the piece of cloth. He caressed his forehead gently.

Sans opened his eyes slightly at the touch. It felt... good. He looked at Papyrus but his gaze seemed unfocused.

Papyrus noticed his brother's expression. Raising his eyebrow and trying to control his upcoming panic, he asked "Yes....? Brother..? Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Sans spoke softly his words slurred, breathing still hard.

"chicken nuggets....Im sorry papyrus for not being a good brother... I don't want anyone to use you against me i love you.. papyrus i wanna eat ice-cream by the waterfalls... my baby bro... Im sorry that you were unfortunate enough to be born in a world were is kill or be killed."

Okay, this was something Papyrus wasn't expecting. Sans seemed to be in a delirium.

Before he could speak, he heard a knock on his door "Ah! That must be Toriel I'll be right back Brother"

He opened the door and Toriel greeted him.

"Sorry, I was late Papyrus .. where is he?" she asked shaking some snow from her cloak and holding her bag close.

Papyrus stepped in the side "He is upstairs, he.. I am worried Toriel.. He doesn't look so good.. I don't remember seeing him this... Vulnerable.. This sick before"

Toriel hanged her cloak "It's gonna be okay Papyrus, you know, I'll do the best I can, I'm one of the best healers after all!"

Papyrus nodded relaxing his shoulders slightly. Now that Toriel was here things will be okay! "Do follow me please" he turned his back walking upstairs.

She followed.

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He opened the door. She walked in. He was still mumbling, slurred words.

"Papyrus.... Im sorry... We have to live in a world like this.... I wish you knew how much i care about you, but i can't show it in public.. I wish I was a better brother.." his words slurred, his head moving left and right slightly. His left hand hanging out of bed.

Toriel touched his forehead. She took a piece of cloth and put an ointment. She gently spread itbon his face.

She looked at Papyrus and asked

"May I have permission to see his soul?"

Papyrus nodded. She gently touched his chest. Sans stirred a little. His soul levitated above his sternum. She inspected his soul.

The color was faint, there were black lines starting from the center of his soul. She gently touched it and Sans shivered.

Papyrus freaked out. "Why is his soul like this?"

"It's because he is sick. Don't worry, it's gonna be okay! I promise!" she informed him.

Papyrus calmed down slightly and watched the procedure. Silently.

Toriel check him and gave him an IV. She injected one in his left arm and one in his soul.

She had added some painkillers and other medicines and vitamins to keep him hydrated and alleviate his discomfort for a while.

"How is he? He won't fall down.. Right?" his voice low, frightened.

Toriel smiled "He will be fine, I'll leave some medicine, I'll check again tomorrow. For now, the IV will help".

She gave him some medicines.

Sans slurred another "ʼm sorry" his head on the side. His hands and body slack.

Papyrus spoke softly "Rest Sans it's okay, I.. I forgive you!" he closed his eyes.

He reluctantly caressed his forehead.

Sans smiled weakly and tears ran down his eyes. "I am useless.. The great and ferocious Papyrus has a runt 1 HP brother... I wish this world was better for all of us... Im sorry... I never wanted them to use you against me"

Papyrus frowned. Toriel could see the tears that were ready to fall. Papyrus held them.. He  lifted  sans (gently) and reluctantly hugged him..

In his home noone would judge, he also trusted Toriel. Even in this hell most monsters had some kindness left in them but they didn't show it. Showing it.. was considered weakness. Toriel was one of them. He trusted her.

Sans wailed "Im so sorry"

Papyrus comforted him the best he could. Sans wept and wept until he felt too weak and passed out.

"It's okay!" Papyrus voice was soft.

Sans's body relaxed. He lost his senses in Papyrus's arms.

He looked at Toriel. She patted his shoulder softly. "I'll check on you again tomorrow, now you two rest and call me if you need anything okay?"

Papyrus sighed and let him down slowly.

"Thank you Toriel! You know I'm not good with words.. Thank you for your help!" she smiled "My pleasure! I am always here papyrus" she put on her cloak and exited the house. He saw her disappearing within the snow.

He sighed and walked upstairs again.

He checked on him again. He touched his forehead, still warm. He checked the IV. Nothing out of the ordinary. He left the room.

He went to his room and put on more comfortable clothes. A red Shirt and black pants with small skull figures.

He sat on his bed, elbows resting on his knees and head resting on his hands. He sighed. Today was a long day..

He sat by the window and looked at stalactites and gemstones that looked like stars.

.............

Sans was moving rapidly his head. Left and right.

*(Nightmare begins)*

He was in a dark place.

"Hello?", "Is this a joke?" he called for someone anyone. Nobody came.

Then the atmosphere shifted around him. He saw his brother.

He saw Papyrus's decapitation. He saw his head falling and wind taking away his dust. His scarf moved with the wind. He saw all that. He was too shocked to speak. He didn't have the chance to tell Papyrus how much he loved him.

No... No... It can't be happening.. Boss? Papyrus?! PAPYRUS?! "

He screamed. Grabbing his skull. Eyes widen, soul beating like crazy.

He fell on his knees. Tears ran down his eyes. The place around him shifted again. Bright light blinded him. The ground disappeared beneath his knees.

He was falling..

*(Nightmare ends)*

He woke up with a gasp and scared. He screamed.

"PAPYRUS!!!!"

His eye glowing brighter than usual. He clenched his chest breathing deeply.

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Papyrus had fallen asleep on the window. He jolted up hearing his brother's distressed voice. He got up urgently "Sans?" he whispered and run towards his brother's room.

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Papyrus slammed the door opened "SANS?! WHAT'S WRONG?!" Papyrus asked panicked.

He knelt next to Sans. Who had his face covered with his hands. As soon as he felt Papyrus's touch Sans looked at him.

Without a second thought he slammed himself in Papyrus's chest hugging him "Don't leave me alone please! I know, i know i am not the best big brother! I am weak i am pathetic but please! You are the only family i have left in this forsaken place!.. I... I... *sighs* i love you.."

"I... *sighs*.. I love you too Sans! I am not leaving you! Now rest we will talk in the morning" he attempted to get up.

"PLEASE! STAY! please stay..?" Sans begged holding his shirt for dear life. Papyrus nodded "Sure, I'll stay until you fall asleep" he sat down hugging Sans.

Sans relaxed "thanks bro". He closed his eyes and in 5 minutes he fall asleep.

Papyrus looked at him. For once he seemed peaceful. He sighed and rubbed his forehead. They need to talk more often. He gently put him on bed and covered him with the bedsheets and the blanket. He fixed the IV. He also wrapped his scarf around his neck. So sans will have his scent (Papyrus's scent)

Sans's expression was content. Papyrus smiled softly and quietly exited the room.

He drunk some coffee to calm down and then went to sleep.

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Sans woke up with his memory a blur, what time was it? Oh no! He was late!

Papyrus, opened the door. Sans began shaking. "B-boss?" he asked. Papyrus eyed him silently. He seemed better.

Papyrus went closer to him. Eyes neutral. Sans looked at him not breaking eye contact.

Papyrus bent down and...

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*❤️HUGS❤️*

..Hugged him.

Sans tensed but reluctantly hugged him back.

It's been so long.. He had forgotten what it felt like.. He didn't say anything he hugged him back and burrier his face on Papyrus's calvicie. (collarbone)

Then Papyrus broke the hug and he looked at Sans. His eyes piercing his soul. Sans gulped.

"YOU. DARE. to scare me like this again.. you asshole I'll fucking slap and end you! Understood?"

Sans blinked. He could feel Papyrus's hands shaking slightly.

"Heh sorry boss" he eyed on the floor smiling softly.

"You better be!"

He relaxed. Sans was still looking on his hands. Papyrus didn't remove his hands from his shoulders. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel better boss.. Tired but better Thank you!" Sans replied and his face was relaxed.

Papyrus hugged him again and then gave him food.

"You tell this to anyone you'll have a bad time got it?" Papyrus said sternly.

Sans nodded "Yes boss.."

Papyrus nodded he attempted to leave.

But.

Sans's words made him halt.

"I.. I am sorry for everything, i.. i love you!"

Papyrus spoke in a soft caring voice "We both have made mistakes sans, the question is can we try and get close or are you gonna push me away at our  own home  too?"

Sans looked on the floor.

.Shame.

That's what he felt..

..shame.

"in public we mustn't show weakness, you are already aware of this. They won't take it kindly. But, who said we can't show affection and be close in our home?" (I mean brotherly love)

Papyrus nodded and smiled a genuine one. Sans hadn't seen a smile like this "Very well, now, come and eat this before it get cold, last thing we want is you being dehydrated and starved."

Sans nodded and took the bowl in his hand. He ate the soup "Man Paps that's delicious" he said and ate the whole thing.

"really?... I mean of course it is, I made it!" he smiled a genuine one.

Once done.

They hugged again and they smiled.

"I love you! you stupid runt "

"heh..I love you too you dickhead"

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END OF PART 2

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Part 1 press here:)

The End! 😘

Thank you for reading! 💙

[peppermintbuttlemon]

Several times in the past, some fans thought Vic was the girlfriend, even though she was apparently much older. That's why I think they saw her in NY. I still remember the delirium of when they saw the interpreter at the Dior fashion show, just because this poor woman was pregnant. People don't turn on their brains.

Much older??? Vic does not look much older than JQ at all. How old is she?

[jymbert]

Classic Album

Cardiacs - Sing to God

Or more accurately, disc 2 (or sides 3&4 or second half) of Sing to God, which is quite simply the finest, most unhinged beauty in the whole of music.

Dirty Boy: there isn't a lot that hasn't already been said about this song but, seriously, if you claim there's a better song in music you're clearly lying. The opening crash. The never-ending ascension in mood and music. The what-the-fuckery. The choir on helium. The ecstacy. A bit of a fight over breakfast or something. The suffocation. The delirium. The stupid grin pretty much throughout.

Billion: Like a genius songwriting elf sitting on a dandelion singing about lost love.

Odd Even: Taking the piss out of Blur by writing a Blur song kind of based on Cardiacs and doing it better than Blur ever could. Kind of like Anakin Skywalker showing a mockney Luke Skywalker how it's done. Cars and aprons. The cars are nice.

Bell Stinks: The sound of a farting, rapidly deflating balloon zipping around a barn.

Bell Clinks: If Andrew Lloyd Webber got off his bollocks on acid, rewrote Jesus Christ Superstar for a cast of punks and got Jimmy Somerville in on backing vocals, it would sound like this only not as good because Andrew Lloyd Webber is terrible, awful shite.

Flap Off You Beak: marvel at the poetry: 'High and mighty beady bird eye'. 'Doggy-eyed graceless in my home'. 'Poison in the drops of black and white pearl on the leaving the cinema girl'. Then laugh your arse off at the fact those glorious lines are contained in a song called 'Flap Off You Beak'.

Quiet as a Mouse: if you ever wondered what Cardiacs would sound like if Cardiacs leader Tim Smith had brought in Chris Morris and Vic Reeves instead of Jon Poole and Bob Leith, wonder no longer.

Angleworm Angel: A philosophical gardener listens to Slayer and goes on a rampage around the allotments, bumping into Tim Smith near the carrots and talking science fiction classics. So I believe. Thrashes about like a gnome with a scythe.

Red Fire Coming Out From His Gills: Any song that describes the sea as 'untidy' is genius. That's all I have to say on the matter, apart from the fact it has the best song title in history. Often seems to me the closest Sing to God comes to 'old-style' circus-on-crack Cardiacs.

No Gold: Cardiacs do Magical Mystery Tour-era Beatles. But sad, and I'm not even sure why. Also glorious, and I'm not even sure why that either.

Nurses Whispering Verses: One of those 'anthems' Tim Smith liked to chuck out from time to time. Only this anthem sounds like mice pretending to be guitars. Repeats that ace trick of having a genuinely catchy chorus that has no words, just a guitar line. Kind of like Is This The Life did. Makes people sound daft as they sing along to guitars rather than words. White Stripes did it too with Seven Nation Army and made a generation of sports fans sound like dickheads. Cardiacs managed to do it with just Cardiacs fans, or at least this Cardiacs fan. The song finishes to the sounds of the Pond all Cardiacs fans dwell in.

Foundling: Majestic. 'I COULD WALK WITH ANGELS BUT I'D RATHER WALK WITH YOU'. How you manage to end a disc/half/whatever that starts with Dirty Boy with another song that touches the same level of beauty and euphoria just blows my tiny mind to Tim-smithereens.

Record an album better than that. Go on. I dare you. You can't, can you? And it's only ONE HALF OF THE BLOODY ALBUM. The other half contains Fiery Gun Hand, for flip's sake. It's ridiculous, really.

So go on - discuss it. Have rows. Debate the crap out of it. Flounce off if you have to. But I'm right and you bloody well know it. And if you've made it this far - congratulations. I may have been drinking.

Love ❤ to the Pond

Jim Bert

[violenttempest]

Briana couldn't even look at her, instead she was focusing so hard on her cup she thought she might burn through it somehow. Yvette probably didn't know about the albums Briana had produced, the several songs she had written about Ziggy about her heartbreak, her lasting love for him, the secret she wanted him to know. Of course she knew. She'd never gotten over him. He'd been her ride or die. You don't just drop that, teenager or not. Then there was the fact she had held a little baby in her arms with his ears and it had made her laugh in her delirium. She had wanted to be able to turn and tell him. He wasn't there. He didn't even know. She'd spoken the words out loud anyway.

"I've been in love with him since I was fifteen." She admitted. "I've been in multiple relationships, none of them remotely healthy or lasting. Every time, I think about him. You know, when you're the problem child the first person who actually takes two seconds to really get to know you tends to stand out. Vic, he saw me in a way no one else did. He listened to me, shared in my interests. He never made me feel selfish for wanting time by myself or having dreams. He was my safe space. My home. In the grand scheme of things it wasn't a long relationship but I've never been able to let go. It all means too much to me. He means too much to me. And yet..."

Briana closed her eyes and sighed. "I can't. I can't be a burden for him."

Yvette quietly sipped her tea while she listened. She didn't want Bri to feel obligated to share, more than happy to wait for her to decide what she wanted to say, and to find the right words to say it. "You weren't kidding when you said that it was complicated," she responded with a small smile, before taking a deep breath. "There's a hopeless romantic in the back of my mind, not myself, mind you, but my best friend Eddie, who would say that you should follow your heart. I'm... More practically-minded than that. I understand complicated, and how sometimes even if you have feelings for someone, you can have good reasons for not pursuing them. Look at me and Louis."

She paused, setting her cup down, before turning back to face Bri. "But that's jumping the gun a little. You mentioned that he confessed to still having feelings for you and that you didn't know how to respond. Do you know how you feel about him?"

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That's definitely a valid reason why Toilers of the Sea only has like three characters, two of them being A Boat and An Octopus. (also it allowed Hugo to make A Man Fight An Octopus, which is An Aesthetic.)

He gets to fight the octopus inside a SEXY DEATH CAVE that looks like a SKULL and SMELLS LIKE A NAKED WOMAN for SOME REASON!  *extremely* aesthetic! Also, ewwww. XD

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Life Amidst Pandemic - Friday, June 19, 2020

For his first drink Dale ordered a pint of Surly. I got the Psychotic Suzi tiki cocktail. The drink menu describes it as: “A delirium of Plantation 5 year rum, Sailor Jerry rum, Trader Vic’s rum, a whole lime and more.” I describe it as: “My favorite.” The menu was limited but everything on it that we ordered was great. It was all pub food which, unlike haute cuisine,  you have to really have to put some effort into messing up. That said they did NOT mess anything up. We ordered tater tots, cheese curds, French fries as appetizers and a Hawaiian Safari pizza as our entree. The only dessert item on the menu was Dole Whip and it was great. 

For the second round of drinks Dale got another pint of Surly. I ordered the Native’s Curse which the menu describes as “an elixir of West Indies rum, passion fruit, coconut, and citrus.” I describe it as: “Pretty freakin’ awesome.”

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Blu-ray Review: Hollywood Horror House

Released in 1970, Hollywood Horror House (also known as Savage Intruder) can be best described as a trashy take on Billy Wilder's Sunset Boulevard. The dramatic plot of a fading film starlet is transplanted to the campy psycho-biddy (or hagsploitation, if you prefer) genre spawned from What Ever Happened to Baby Jane. Peppered throughout are kill scenes tailor-made for grindhouse theaters and the occasional break for Beyond the Valley of the Dolls-esque psychedelia.

The film's unsettling opening credit sequence - in which the titles are overlayed on shots of the dilapidated Hollywood sign accompanied only by ambient sound - is an apt metaphor for the film's protagonist, Katharine Packard (Miriam Hopkins, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde). With her glory days far behind her, the former silent film starlet spends her unwilling retirement secluded in her once-bustling Hollywood Hills mansion, drinking alcohol, reminiscing about the past, and plotting a comeback that will never come.

When a drunken tumble down the stairs lands Katharine with a broken leg, a mysterious hippie, Vic Valance (David Garfield, who went on to edit such films as The Karate Kid Part II and All the Right Moves), is hired as her nurse. While her assistant (Gale Sondergaard, The Invisible Man's Revenge) is immediately suspicious of his motives, Katharine takes a liking to Vic. Little does she know that he's the serial killer that has been targeting middle-aged women in Hollywood hills.

This was Hopkins' final role before her death in 1972. While a sleazy B-movie may not be the proudest swan song, and it didn't put her back in the spotlight like similar genre efforts had done for Bette Davis and Joan Crawford, Hollywood Horror House afforded the actress the opportunity to draw from her own life experience while chewing the scenery in a leading role in her twilight years.

In his lone feature as writer and director, Donald Wolfe never fully commits to any of his myriad influences. As a result, the pacing is all over the place throughout the 91 minutes. It languishes in many sections yet its delirium is impossible to look away from during others. Shot on location in an estate that once belonged to silent film star Norma Talmadge, the film features colorful cinematography by John Arthur Morrill (A Boy and His Dog) and a score by Stu Phillips (Battlestar Galactica).

Hollywood Horror House's proto-slasher death scenes are shot very matter of factly, echoing the killer's approach. Take the cold open, for example, in which the killer brandishes an electric knife. (Thankfully, there is an outlet nearby and the victim is within reach of the cord.) Steve Karkus' (Easy Rider) special effects are quite grisly for the time. There's also a giallo-esque style to several of the later set pieces.

Hollywood Horror House is available on Blu-ray/DVD combo pack from Vinegar Syndrome. It has been newly restored in 4K from its 35mm camera negative, looking as glamorous as its starlet’s former life. It features reversible artwork with Hollywood Horror House on one side and Savage Intruder on the other. It includes a cheeky audio commentary by film historians David Del Valle and David Decoteau, who occasionally poke fun at the subject. A promotional image gallery is also present.

Hollywood Horror House will be released on Blu-ray/DVD on March 31 via Vinegar Syndrome.

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T$$ Villain Playlist

Vic Shepard

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing - (Set it Off)

The Wondersmith and his Sons - (Aeronautalis)

You're One of Them Aren't You - (The Paper Chase)

This is Love - (Air Traffic Control)

Hermit the Frog - (MARINA)

The Interrogator

Stupid Intruders - (The Vincent Black Shadow)

I Can't Decide- (Scissor Sisters)

Doombop! - (The Toxhards)

Dirty Little Animals - (BONES UK)

I'm Only Joking - (KONGOS)

Jason

The Simplest Words - (The Narcissist's Cookbook)

6up 5oh Cop-Out - (Will Wood)

Absolutely Cuckoo - (The Magnetic Fields)

Cannibal - (Tally Hall)

Blood (End Credits) - (My Chemical Romance)

Kiv

Saint Bernard - (Lincoln)

Favorite Color is Blue - (Robert DeLong)

Delirium Tremendous - (Felix Hagan)

Twist the Knife - (That Handsome Devil)

Laplace's Angel - (Will Wood)

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Chris Bailey Twitter

Bailey (at right) with Peter Wilkinson and Caspar Wijnberg, Amsterdam, July 2006

Background informationBirth nameChristopher James Mannix BaileyBorn1957 (age 63–64) Nanyuki, KenyaOriginBrisbane, Queensland, AustraliaGenresRock, punk, post-punk, blues, grunge, folkOccupation(s)Singer-songwriter, instrumentalist, record producerInstrumentsVocals, guitarYears active1976–presentLabelsHighway 125Associated actsKid Galahad and The Eternals The Saints The Chris Bailey Combo Chris Bailey and The General DogWebsitesaintsmusic.com

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View the profiles of people named Christopher Bailey. Join Facebook to connect with Christopher Bailey and others you may know. Facebook gives people the. About Chris Bailey: Whether you're buying or selling a home (or both), your success hinges upon the expert advice and services provided by your real estate agent. I'm committed to providing my clients with professional services based on my experience, knowledge and skills. I've filled this website with tips and resources to help you quickly understand what you need to know. The latest tweets from @Kentuckyweather. A sign of spring and fall in the Huron Wetland Management District (WMD) is the arrival of millions of ducks and geese. The habitat within the district provides critical food and shelter to migratory birds that are dependent on grasslands and wetlands during their nesting and migration. Photo by Chris Bailey. 1,732 Followers, 503 Following, 940 Posts - See Instagram photos and videos from BAILEY.IV (@bailey.iv).

Chris Bailey (born 1957) is the co-founder and singer of rock band The Saints.(1) He was born in Nanyuki, Kenya(2)(3) to Irish parents. Microsoft office excel 2013 for mac. Bailey grew up in Belfast, Northern Ireland until the age of seven, when his family emigrated to Australia. His family settled in Inala, in Brisbane, Queensland and he and his sister Margaret(4) attended Inala State High School, Oxley State High School and Corinda State High School where Ed Kuepper and Ivor Hay were also students.(5) They formed the band, The Saints in 1973. Their first hit was in the UK with the classic punk anthem '(I'm) Stranded'. The band slowly evolved toward a more sophisticated sound on their next few albums.

After several years of solo adventure, Bailey revived The Saints to record Howling in 1996. This album was followed by Everybody Knows the Monkey (1998), Spit the Blues Out (2002), Nothing is Straight in My House (2005), Imperious Delirium (2006) and 'King of the Sun' (2012-Australia, 2013-Europe) which were all recorded under the name of The Saints.

Career(edit)

A cover of The Easybeats' 'The Music Goes Round My Head' was issued as a single in December 1988 and featured on the soundtrack to the film Young Einstein. In 1991, Bailey formed the Chris Bailey Combo which included Paul Hester, Nick Seymour and Dror Erez, as well as a revolving cast of guest players.(6)

Angled bristles: Brush with a slanted edge to make painting against the edge easier. Angled foam: Foam brushes will typically have an angled tip to make applying paint easier. Round-ended roller: While not the best choice, using a roller with rounded ends helps to get paint into edges and corners where regular rollers aren’t able. Chisel Trim Brush - slanted bristles produce a good, straight line for trimming in corners and edges. Square Trim Brush - the ends of the bristles are cut square and used primarily for applying paint over flat areas. Angled Brush - bristles are cut to make it easier to apply paint to window trim. Corner paint brush for walls. But the real secret is in the combination of the plastic side guard and tiny underlying brush that lets the roller glide right along the edges of corners, ceilings, baseboards, and trim without the need for protective painter’s tape, and without smudging paint where you don’t want it to go. Get a small bead/line of paint on one side of the brush and then wipe the other side clean on the paint tray. Then pull the brush along the edge as straight as possible. A Tip: When you are up on a. Gather your tools: paint, a small container, and a 2-inch angled sash brush. You can paint in Zen-like.

Demons was Bailey's second solo album, recorded in Memphis, Tennessee, where he had been sent by TVT Records. Savage Entertainment was released in October 1992, and in 1993 Bailey wrote and recorded together with Concrete Blonde's Johnette Napolitano, which included a rework of the song 'All Fools' Day'.

Bailey's fourth solo album 54 Days . . . at Sea was recorded in Malmö, Sweden and was released in 1994. It featured Bolivian folk musicians Mundo Folk, whom Bailey had seen busking when visiting friends in Sweden the previous year. Swedish musicians Eddie Nyström (guitar), Magnus Börjeson (bass) and Stellan Colt (drums) provided the rock base for the album. For the Earth Music compilation, issued in June 1994, Bailey contributed a cover of Tim Finn's 'Not Even Close'.

When Mushroom Music celebrated their 25th anniversary in 1998, Bailey was one of the invited artists to perform on a stage at the Melbourne Cricket Ground in front of an audience of about 100,000 people. He performed two of his most famous songs, 'Ghost Ships' and 'Just Like Fire Would', solo and also a duet with Paul Kelly: 'Wide Open Road', a tribute to the late David McComb of The Triffids.

2003 saw Bailey make a guest appearance, singing the chorus vocals on 'Bring It On', on Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds album Nocturama. Bailey then toured America with the group and performed with them on the Late Show with David Letterman.

At the 2005 Queensland Poetry festival in Brisbane, at the Judith Wright Arts Centre, Chris Bailey headlined the event.

Chris Bailey and the General Dog is another one of Bailey's constellations, their latest record being Bone Box in 2005.(1)(6) During the spring of 2007, Bailey undertook a solo tour of France, on occasion as a double act with French rock artist Mickaël Furnon, alias Mickey, from rock group Mickey 3D.

Discography(edit)

Chris Bailey solo albums(edit)

Casablanca (1983)

What we did on our holidays (1984)

Demons (1991)

Savage Entertainment (1992)

54 Days at Sea (1994)

Encore (1995)

Bone Box (2005)

The Saints albums(edit)

See discography in article about The Saints

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General

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McFarlane, Ian (1999). 'Whammo Homepage'. Encyclopedia of Australian Rock and Pop. St Leonards, NSW: Allen & Unwin. ISBN1-86508-072-1. Archived from the original on 5 April 2004. Retrieved 27 January 2010. Note: Archived (on-line) copy has limited functionality.

Spencer, Chris; Zbig Nowara, Paul McHenry with notes by Ed Nimmervoll (2002) (1987). The Who's Who of Australian Rock. Noble Park, Vic.: Five Mile Press. ISBN1-86503-891-1.(7) Note: (on-line) version established at White Room Electronic Publishing Pty Ltd in 2007 and was expanded from the 2002 edition.

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^ abSpencer et al, (2007) Bailey, Chris(permanent dead link) entry. Retrieved 28 January 2010.

^Ed Kuepper Guitar - Powerhouse Museum Collection

^Los Angeles Times: The Patience of a Saint 4 November 1998

^Meyering, Isobelle Barrett (26 September 2019). 'The Margaret Bailey case: high school activism, the right to education and modern citizenship in late 1960s Australia'. History of Education Review. 48 (2): 183–197. doi:10.1108/HER-05-2019-0014. ISSN0819-8691.

^Stafford, Andrew (2006). Pig city: from The Saints to Savage Garden. University of Queensland Press. pp. 53–54. ISBN9780702235610.

^ abHolmgren, Magnus. 'The Saints'. Passagen.se. Australian Rock Database. (Magnus Holmgren). Archived from the original on 8 January 2004. Retrieved 10 May 2014.

^'Who's who of Australian rock / compiled by Chris Spencer, Zbig Nowara & Paul McHenry'. catalogue. National Library of Australia. Retrieved 27 January 2010.

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External links(edit)

Chris Bailey Twitter

Retrieved from 'https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Chris_Bailey_(musician)&oldid=994683444'

[auguryfaun]

Long text ahead!

So here I am, driving two hours to pay a student loan and what did I decide I wanted to do? Write a post about my favorite band ever for everyone who isn’t Mario (Because he hates me or some shit)(Not really he just really doesn’t like Coheed but to each their own) So lemme Tell Y’all about Coheed and Cambria! 

So Coheed is just one of those bands that I’ve loved since I was a wee little nugget and has never faded from my heart. In fact, my first tattoo is a symbol from them (The keywork, which I will get into in a bit) on my ribcage, one of the most sensitive fucking places to get tatted lemme tell you (and it ain’t small) They are the kind of band that I still get chills listening to from time to time and I hope that never stops as dumb as it sounds Coheed and Cambria is a Prog-Rock band based from my home state of New York, whispers have been passed that they began as a Rush cover band but really I can’t find any proof to it so there’s that myth. One of the most recognizable songs by these guys has to be a little ditty called Welcome Home, which was used in advertisements for the movie ‘9′ https://youtu.be/n0H3RlaQVrM Or A favor House Atlantic (which is old whiney snakebites claudio)

The band includes 

Frontman and Guitarist Claudio Sanchez  Guitarist Travis Stever Drummer Josh Eppard and Bassist Zach Cooper What’s really cool about Coheed is that they are a concept band, which is one of my things that I love. All of their albums (Sans Color Before The Sun) are concept albums following the storyline of frontman (And perfect human) Claudio Sanchez and to a degree his wife Chondra’s comic book The Amory Wars (Illustrated by artist Rags Morales) Here’s the brief summary from wiki on what that’s about:

“ The Amory Wars is set in Heaven's Fence, a collection of 78 planets held in place by interconnecting beams of energy, known as the Keywork. The first half of the story narrates Coheed Kilgannon and Cambria Kilgannon's struggle against Wilhelm Ryan, the Supreme Tri-Mage (later referred to as the Archmage). The second half of the story focuses on the heroic journey of their son, messianic Claudio Kilgannon. Over the course of the story, Claudio assumes the mantle of The Crowing, foretold savior of Heaven's Fence. In the end, he will face the Archmage, absolute ruler of Heaven's Fence and the one ultimately responsible for the death of Claudio's family. “ (Wiki)

Some of their songs within the first few comics are from their older band Shabutie and were adjusted to fit their comic as it goes Just as a content warning if you do decide to read amory wars, Within the second and third comic there is rape, I’m not going to lie to you. I will never listen to Devil in Jersey City the same again. Additionally there is filicide within the comic Continuing onwards the list of albums in conjunction with the comic books are as follows: The Second Stage Turbine Blade (I have a signed copy of this comic from the whole band and it’s p cool)  In Keeping Secrets of Silent earth 3 Good Apollo, I’m Burning Star IV volume One: From Fear Through the Eyes of Madness Good Apollo, I’m Burning Star IV Volume Two: No World for Tomorrow >>In here theres an album by Claudio’s side band The Prize Fighter Inferno that also has story relevence, the Album is called My Brother’s Blood Machine Year of the Black Rainbow (tbh their worst album imo) Afterman: Ascension Afterman: Descension There’s another album released in in 2015 called The Color Before the Sun which is 100% unaffiliated with the comic book, it’s mostly about Claudio’s life on the road as well as the birth of his son Atlas and sort of a rekindling of he and his wife Chondra which i believe was in response to earlier songs made in reference to her based on life events.  Long story short they have a lot of music and even if you don’t read the comic book it’s still wonderful. I’m gonna toss a few of my favorites in the bottom here to give a quick listen. They’ve teased potentially releasing a new album in 2018, but who knows. 

In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth 3

Here We Are Juggarnaut

Number City

Cut Marked in the March of Men

21:13

2′s My Favorite 1

The Key Entity Extract III: Vic the Butcher Delirium Trigger

And as an extra added bonus here is Claudio singing his song Atlas, for his sweet lil boy before he was born:  Second extra is my favorite Prize Fighter inferno song Half-Measures

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Module 7

Malcom X’s “The Ballot or the Bullet” – I appreciate the prologue on religion differences and how though their practice is different and may be conflicted over, the true conflict that needs to be united over despite differences is the overall oppression black people are experiencing under the white men in power. It is immediately stated right after that it does not mean that they are anti – white, but that they are anti-exploitation, anti-degradation, and anti-oppression. If white men don’t want to see it as them then they should stop exploiting, degrading, and oppressing. 1964 was only a few years before my parents were born. This illuminates the reality of post slavery oppression that continues to today. I have heard before of Malcolm X’s opinion on voting. What I am understanding is that he considers voting as a waste because their vote will give them nothing in return because the system is not in their favor and is under means to oppress them. I haven’t heard of a dixiecrat before.

W.E.B. DuBois’ “Strivings of the Negro People” – 1897 – I can compare the oppressed question that DuBois is given of “How does it feel to be a problem” to being persisted to today with people of color and specifically and almost identically to the book “How does it feel to be a problem” by Moustafa Bayoumi on being young and Arab in America. I had to google shades of the prison-house and it took me to a poem called “Immitations of Immorality.” He recounts the double consciousness and struggle of being black and an American. DuBois states over 50 years before Malcolm does “The power of the ballot we need in sheer self-defense, and as a guarantee of good faith.” To quote “there is to-day no true American music but the sweet wild melodies of the Negro slave; the American fairy tales are Indian and African; we are the sole oasis of simple faith and reverence in a dusty desert of dollars and smartness.” Is this contributing to the truths of music / stories being sourced from African Americans but not given the rightful accountability or profits?

Frantz Fanon’s “Reciprocal Bases of National Culture and the Fight for Freedom” – 1959 – The whole first paragraph lends to a lot of information on colonialism, disrupting and conquering people, a cultural obliteration that is over simplified. Occupying power and banishing natives and systematically enslaving. Fences and signposts being an basic factor. Brings me to reflect on the start of property and claiming land just by fencing it off. Can be compared to the idea of walls that are a buzz of today. “The poverty of the people, national oppression and the inhibition of culture are one and the same thing.” And “Colonial exploitation, poverty and endemic famine drive the native more and more to open, organised revolt.” Then it goes into literature and colonialism and the different narratives and consciousness and national consciousness.

Stokely Carmichael’s “From Black Power to Pan-Africanism” – the listen is different from the read, but in the listen he states, “Brothers and sisters” uniting being African in America because there is unity from America’s history of all being stolen and brought to America and experiencing the same struggles and oppressions under slavery and post slavery. He is calling the fighting an extended war that America. Revolution relying on truth and justice. The read delves into many critical comparisons with pan Africanism, Malcolm x, Marxism-Leninism, Muhammad Ali getting paid substantially less, and continued consequences under capitalism.

Melvin B. Tolson’s “Dark Symphony” – “Thorns of greed on labors brow” and “Black slaves singing” their verses give visualization to the words. These rhymes remind me of what DuBois was talking about with original music / stories being sole from African Americans. The poem is expresses the grim, bloody, and pain. “Barricades of Jim Crowism” and calling to advance past.

Amiri Baraka’s “Black Dada Nihilismus” - *May I just add I really appreciate the audio reads* There is low New York Art Quartet music playing in the background with Baraka in the recording. The website gives highlighted words with given definitions are very useful. It is explained that Baraka doesn’t actually want the gruesome stated lines to be true, but the gruesomeness needs to be accounted for to understand / hear the narrative that is given a shy eye when black people have been systemically fallen victim to the gruesome. It stated in the side bar “The New York Times critiqued the song for its violent imagery, specifically in these lines. The article goes on to describe Baraka’s “highly-political avant-garde” as a “call for black revolutionaries to rape and murder in the service of liberation.” I don’t think they understand.

three poems by Aimé Cesaire – To the Serpent – A little hard to read, searching for the right animal to adore then it gets to the serpent. “God gives not you hold supremely.” And “Serpent delirium and peace” going to how the serpent is a threat and that though “threat a sagacious hand that does not pardon cowards” I do not quite understand this poem or what it may be critically analyzed to be compared to. There may be euphemisms beyond my awareness. It sounds a little religious mentioning the fig and altar.

At the Locks of the Void -  This poem is more understandable than To the Serpent. There is more imagery and metaphors. There are a lot of comparisons. Cesaire is giving full amounts of detail to the text. Things that stick out to me are thirst, hunger, blood, disease, graphic, religion, and Europe. “Europe, eminent name of the turd”

Forfeiture – This poem is interesting. Closing with the line, “ay I am standing and in the sole whiteness that men have never recognized in me.” But preceding this includes mentioning genitalia, gruesome descriptions involving urine, snakes, the planets, and earth.  

“Bread” by Kamau Brathwaite – I do not understand this poem. The lines touch a little on a realistic bread “adding water” or kneading.  But I do not understand what the words are making around it. The ending states “rolled into night into night w/out morning rolled into dead into dead w/out vision rolled into life into life w/out dream” which I think is comparing the rolling of bread to these. I will search for a guide / explanation to this poem.

Decolonising the Mind by Ngugi Wa Thiong’o – Language and Culture. I remember in class talking about how language should be saved and continued through natives. I think written language differentiated from spoken language was also conversed about of importance. Like how Ngugi states him and his family speaking Gi kuyH in the fields and at home and the importance of telling and retelling stories. After some schooling with his native language, colonizing and nationalism had the schools taken over to formal English education. Because of the declaration of a state of emergency over Kenya in 1952, others had to “bow” before English in differences involving corporal punishment for using native Gi kuyH.

excerpt from Aimé Cesaire on Negritude – a revolt against the European feeling of superiority and the result of an active and attitude of the mind on the offense. Stating to refuse oppression and to be against inequality. The system to revolt against is “characterized by a certain number of prejudices, of assumptions which generate a very strict hierarchy” For Africa to forward on from colonialism.

Jean Michel Basquiat paintings – I really enjoy his art. I believe I have been exposed to Aaron Douglas’ Birth of the blues before or at least its color scheme style may have been used as inspiration elsewhere. I did a project on an artist Chris Ofili who also uses culture and music aspects in his art similarly.

“The Radiant Child” by Rene Ricard – On tags, graffiti, rapping. “Graffiti refutes the idea of anonymous art where we know everything about a work except who made it” therefore comes the tag. As talked about in class, Basquait’s was “SAMO”.

material on Aaron Douglas: - a part of the “New Negro Movement” or “Harlem Renaissance.” Used silhouette forms in a friezed format, is this like a “freeze” or paused picture? The commotion in his art does look like a paused moment. Aspiration itself shows many chained hands all paused in an upward reaching moment.

YouTube playlist of Black political music – The variety in this playlist is very wide. With Billie Holiday, Kendrick Lamar, NWA, Beyonce, Sun Ra Jazz, Sam Cooke and many more.

On NWA – I’ve heard Fuck The Police, Seen Ice Cube in the family movie “Are We There Yet” and in 21 Jump street, Heard Dr.Dre with some 2000’s hits but that just might be all I know. Reading into the socially conscious rap I perceive the wave returning and persisting with Kendrick Lamar, Vic Mensa, and Beyonce to “expose the truth” as well.

Fela Kuti – Lagos Nigeria, in the 70’s created the bold Afrobeat music. A style and movement inspired by the Black Panthers and Malcolm X, voiced anger and protest against military rulers and corrupt oil industry. Music for revolution.

Amiri Baraka articles – Diz, or Dizzy Gilliespie, the late 40’s to 60’s music to Sun Ra with Afro American Jazz with Brazilian Samba styles, Pan American Funk, and orchestras making music that drives itself and transforms.

Music & black – the Black Power playlist shows substantial music that is meant for revolution and exposing the truth on an artistic platform. With the political messages in soul, funk, and jazz  this music expressed problems that need accountability and change.

[vicdeleon]

The worst thing I ever made. Vic Delirium His Orange Cheetoh-ness Sculpture 1:160 scale diorama, foam, resin, polymer clay, wood, trash, lies. Wood base.