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runawaymarbles · 4 months ago
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Fanbinding: Anthem for a Doomed Youth by @fahye
When she was younger she watched people carefully in order to become them, but it was like memorising a song in another language: the imitation was perfect but she never bothered to learn what it meant.
I started this about a year and a half ago when I was first experimenting with leather bindings: I didn't like it, so I stuck both copies (with equally bad bindings) in a drawer for a while before finally cutting the bad covers off a few weeks ago.
I made the one at the top first (which I sent to the author): I was planning on duplicating it exactly for the second one, but there were some flaws in the second piece of leather I wanted to cover up, and I didn't have any more good edge on that first blue. So! They get to be mirrors of each other instead. (I think I like the lighter blue better, but prefer the author name on the right side of the cover.)
Sanding under the paper onlays was significantly more complicated than I thought it would be, since I had to make sure I wasn't sanding the leather where it would show in the holes for the leathers. I ended up putting the letters down in removable vinyl and sanding around them, but getting it all to align right was very stressful. 0/10 I'm sure I will do it again because I do like how that came out. er
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culturevulturette · 3 days ago
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Anthem for Doomed Youth What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? — Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,— The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
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helenarasmussen87 · 1 year ago
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The best reading of "Anthem for a Doomed Youth" I've ever heard for the fallen on Armistice Day.
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apoemaday · 5 months ago
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Anthem for Doomed Youth
by Wilfred Owen
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? — Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, — The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.        
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haveyoureadthispoem-poll · 9 months ago
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"What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? / — Only the monstrous anger of the guns. / Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle / Can patter out their hasty orisons."
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fatally-alive · 2 months ago
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Anthems for Doomed Youth
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Anthem for Doomed Youth - Wilfred Owen - UK
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
      — Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
      Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; 
      Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
      And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
      Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
      The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
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mebiselfandi · 1 year ago
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Thinking about my classmate who would become unnervingly bricked up in the middle of literature class every single day without fail. Like bro what was going on???
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lesbiansagainsttheatre · 2 years ago
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here’s my reading of wilfred owen’s anthem for doomed youth after working on it for my voice class
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azazel-dreams · 2 years ago
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Anthem for Doomed Youth by Carola Dunn
Rating: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Daisy Dalrymple books in reading order:
Death at Wentwater Court
The Winter Garden Mystery
Requiem for a Mezzo
Murder on the Flying Scotsman
Damsel in Distress
Dead in the Water
Styx and Stones
Rattle His Bones
To Davy Jones Below
The Case of the Murdered Muckraker
Mistletoe and Murder
Die Laughing
A Mourning Wedding
Fall of a Philanderer
Gunpowder Plot
The Bloody Tower
Black Ship
Sheer Folly
Anthem for Doomed Youth
Gone West
Heirs of the Body
Superfluous Women
The Corpse at the Crystal Palace
plus two short stories:
Unhappy Medium
Storm in a Tea Shoppe
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sparksofcalliope · 1 month ago
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Two Poems by Wilfred Owen
#poetry #war #poetrylovers #SparksofCalliope #PoetryCommunity #poems
Wilfred Owen (1893–1918) was a British poet whose powerful works provide some of the most poignant insights into the horrors of World War I. Born in Oswestry, Shropshire, England, Owen grew up in a lower-middle-class family. His early education sparked an interest in poetry, and he was influenced by Romantic poets such as John Keats. However, it was his experiences as a soldier during World War I…
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eltortaszilvafa · 6 months ago
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Anthem for Doomed Youth
BY WILFRED OWEN
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
      — Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
      Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; 
      Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
      And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
      Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
      The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
1917
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Remembrance
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relaxartworld · 1 year ago
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📜 Anthem for Doomed Youth — a poem by Wilfred Owen (subtitled excerpt - PART2) ✒️ ▶️FULL POEM VIDEO 👉@RelaxArtWorld (link in bio)👈
Wilfred Owen was a poet and a British soldier who served in World War I. "Anthem for doomed youth# portrays the horror and tragedy of war, particularly the senseless loss of young lives. Owen criticizes the idea that war is glorious and honorable, instead depicting it as a senseless slaughter. The title itself is ironic, as the word "anthem" suggests a celebration or praise, while "doomed youth" conveys a sense of inevitable death.
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inflammatory · 6 months ago
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Ok team whats the gateway record
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my-pjo-stuff · 2 months ago
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As someone who has recently gotten into WW1 poetry it's frankly shocking how many of these poems match up with PJO characters, like genuinely. August 1914 by Issac Rosenberg? Luke Castellan. A Lament by Katharine Tyan? Charles Beckendorf. The Poet As Hero by Siegfried Sasson? Percy Jackson. The Messages by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson? Alabaster C. Torrington Anthem for Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen? Cabin 7. To His Love by Ivor Gurney? Annabeth Chase. After the War by May Weddeburn Cannan? Will Solace. War Mothers by Ella Wheeler Wilcox? The mortal parents of demigods. The Dead by Rupert Brook? Litteraly all the demigods.
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