#lenore huerta.

[la-semillera]

LENORE TAWNEY & PUREZA CANELO

Pero al Sol, contigo, quiero vivir. Y haré lo que las lavanderas en el río. Frotar la tela con la piedra para tenderla en los juncos que van del puente a la muralla, de la muralla a la huerta, de la huerta a la casa reciente y de la casa al astro que hoy me ordena escribirte, amor.

_ Pureza Canelo

_ Lenore tawney, Union of Water and Fire (1974), photo by Tom Grotta

[malachileclair]

DATE & TIME: February 15TH, 4:00AM LOCATION: Lenny’s Sleeper TRIGGER WARNINGS: Blood later TAG: @llenore

If you looked at him now, how sad would he appear in your eyes if you stared long enough? Does he look shriveled, leaning against the wall of the last of the sleeper car walls, does he mix into the ashes across his clothes? We don't call this hunger, we call it starvation now. We call it a throat, and a pair of lungs, and the small gods and kings he acts like live in them are still present, but clawing too, but turning into teeth. It doesn't show across his features, he can control that much, he can hold himself tall, he can a body like rooms were built around them. But what does that mean of eyes? What does that mean of voices? And in the silence of the sleeper cars, blood of Shanghai runs thin.

It feels wrong to be here, but we’ll think of this later. It’s wrong, instead he just feels it. Something new. Something like peeled skin, and no more steps he can take. (And somehow he thinks of her on a night like this, when the hallways smell of phantom smoke, and he thinks of her are hungry in a way he can’t look like predator. Compare him more to prey, to his own body, to his own fangs. He doesn’t want to say she’s safe yet, because he’s not used to the words, but he remembers her hands holding his cheeks still. He’s still here, when no place has felt safe for any of them.)

He says when he sees her shadow near the doorway, before he can see her clearly, “Were you asleep?” He didn’t knock, so he only waited there, waiting until she maybe felt him there, seems the kind of person who would, who’d notice.

[anoracle]

DATE & TIME: February 21ST, 5:30AM LOCATION: Lenny’s Room TAG: @llenore

When she stops dreaming of a person, she assumes they've died. A simple logic, she will no longer share their dreams, have visions of their future. But this doesn't mean she doesn't have her own dreams sometimes, when they slip in. Arturo's memory in her thoughts, the image of him carrying her from the cot into the bed, taking her place on the floor; him telling stories and she knows it's a dream because she'll imagine the three of them all among stars, she'll dream that when the campfire fades that she'll open her palms and stars emerge from her skin. But this wasn't like that. This was blue and grey, a glimmer of it. This was a truck and a bus ride and a young boy beside him. This was a woman beside them, a ghost, a dream. This was his dream.

And when she wakes, the world still dark and cold and shivering, berating herself for falling asleep at all in the black, a hand on her chest, feeling the winds of Germany. There's no way to feel. Nothing to describe the way of a chest when you can't breathe. When there's tears on her cheeks when she sits up - telling herself it's one of her dreams because it's the only thing that makes sense, but why the boy she doesn't recognize. 

A cocktail of the impossible mixed with impossible hope and impossible fear and impossible pain because the remembers the tired of his face, haunting the back of her mind. After a breath, she turns to the girl beside her, sharing blankets, not trying to wake up, but she speaks, afraid to turn to look at her, afraid to think anything at all, not if she's wrong, not if she's right, just bewilderment, just static. "I had a dream," wipe at tears she already forgot about, "I think - I think, I'm, I don't know. I had a dream of your father," and then, as the confirmation that it wasn't her dream, "Do you know a boy named Elias?"

[fcxxes]

LENORE HUERTA X WRATH: ( @llenore )

born with a heart too bruised, grew into them adorning neck, lacing hands. thought fear would make a peach-skinned thing curl into her own bones, though wrong, girl laughing. becomes both wolf and girl dressed in hoods of red, sewn with sinew and lullabies you sang to her of a world made of teeth. hums, i think i’ll fit right in, fists swinging, smile ever-enchanting. realize too late that you can make monsters out of the things you wish to protect; how to make captive girls into things feral. 

send a colour for a deadly sin aesthetic of your character

[minotaur-unslain]

✉️(lenny)

Jin won’t arm wrestle with Lenny anymore because the last they did it was a stalemate (at first he was like “I’m going to use half my strength this fine,” and then “oh wait, I need to take this seriously”) and he can’t risk Lenny putting him out of a job.

[ Send me ✉️ for a random headcanon of our muse’s relationship. ]

[ceydran-aecor]

the end of all things

or, one timeline of infinite many. metzger profits off of suffering. did he know that his own impending death would give them all such glee?

Ceydran looked at Metzger, stygian and resplendent in front of them, and he roared. Spine lengthening, he felt his teeth sharpen and long, scaled fins spring from his back. The sand beneath him scratched, burned, but he flung himself at Metzger, black fury-blood dripping from his mouth. And behind him, the rest of the Menagerie sprang to life as well. 

Carter Wolff, Cerberus, pet of the underworld, snarled and shook his fur across his back. His claws left deep, furious gouges in the sand. Jin Choi, the Minotaur, protector and cage-keeper of the lost, felt his feet harden to hooves, felt his blood run with gold-power, felt his breath turn hot and real. And Chun Li Hua, the Phoenix, mother and daughter both of rebirth, and Lee Xue Er, the Caladrius, brilliant light of new beginnings, swirled around each other in a blinding beauty, faster almost than time itself and they dove, wings heralding twin futures. 

And suddenly there was a Basilisk, enormous and dripping with gleeful venom. And an Arachne, mandibles chiming in ominous delight. A Pegasus, silver moon-wings framing the smiling Elf on her back, flickering in and out of vision. The Nemean Lion and the Griffin roared, fur and feathers swirling in a storm of anger around them. A Hydra burst to life as well, scream of ecstasy at the gorgeous, gorgeous chaos around her. The Gorgon stood back to back with the Ghoul, sightless and sighted thrill intertwined. A Kelpie, a Rusalka, and a Swan bared their claws, bared their hearts with wild, horrible clarity to the darkening sky. A Kumiho dripped blood from smiling teeth, and golden eyes met black ones, those of a Siren, who opened his mouth, and, for the first time, sang a song of triumph. El Lechuza, he echoed him. 

And behind them all, arm in arm, soft fur and feathers, were the Prophets. The Oracle and the Banshee, hands intertwined as they both felt, gleeful and triumphant, the Death of Darkness. And at their feet, cross legged, coat folded carefully on her lap, was Lenore Huerta. One hand placed gently on her oldest friend’s thigh, the other curled in soft, white fur. And she, joy of joys, was laughing.

[menagerie-rpg]

if you bring fish people into this rp, i WILL boycott

Anonymous said: do the admins prefer scalies or furries?

Anonymous said: fish people belong in the ocean, not in my sacred circus rp

Our list of fish (or sea) skeletons for reference: Lenore Huerta, Ceydran Aecor, Shahrzad Akhtar (honorary, she has gills), Fairy Godmother (honorary), Noah Fang Liu (honorary), Sol Qiao

CONTINUATION OF THIS POST!!

[radfemandreadaly]

La vaselina de ese proceso de sodomización social fue la cultura, y de esto trata ‘Espectros de la movida. Por qué odiar los años ochenta’ (Akal), nuevo libro del crítico musical Víctor Lenore. Un verdadero ejercicio de memoria histórica que desmonta el relato oficial, sin falsas nostalgias y utilizando las mismísimas palabras de los protagonistas y sus adláteres.

Tan amado como odiado por su anterior ensayo, el best seller contracultural ‘Indies, hipsters y gafapastas’, que aireaba las miserias de la modernidad contemporánea, Lenore remueve ahora los polvos que trajeron estos lodos: los endiosados artistas de la movida y el régimen que los amamantó.

Para hablar de yuppies, pegamoides, babosos, irritantes, paletos y otros misterios, nos ponemos la chaqueta de hombreras, los calentadores y el guante de lentejuelas y contactamos con Víctor Lenore vía satélite. Que Mister X nos coja confesados.

Supongamos que me han dado un porrazo en la cabeza y he perdido la memoria. ¿Cómo me explicarías lo que fue la movida madrileña sin pelos en la lengua?

Te diría que fue una escena cultural frívola, clasista, ególatra, autocomplaciente y neoliberal, germen de un montón de dinámicas culturales muy nocivas que todavía perviven. Porque esto no es un libro sobre los ochenta, es un libro sobre la cultura actual. Hace poco, Alaska dijo que «Warhol es el tío que mejor vio el futuro cultural». Tiene razón: con sus diarios, fue el primer bloguero; con sus polaroids, fue el primer instagramero; con su Warhol TV, fue el primer youtuber. Warhol vio que la cultura iba a dar un giro hacia el individualismo y el narcisismo donde solo importan los clics, el dinero, la fama y la atención.

Siempre se ha considerado a la movida un fenómeno apolítico; sin embargo, en tu libro revelas que en el fondo tenía una fuerte carga ideológica.

La ideología más resistente es la que no crees que es ideología, sino una decisión personal. El otro día mi editor, que es algo más joven que yo, recordaba que en Madrid, en la sala Jácara, se cerraban las sesiones con las canciones ‘Todos los paletos fuera de Madrid’ de 7º Sello y ‘El imperio contraataca’ de Los Nikis. Y eso no es casual. La de los paletos dice que los de ciudad, los señoritos, son mejores que los campesinos. Y la de Los Nikis es nostalgia del pasado colonial, mirada despectiva hacia Sudamérica y «somos los mejores porque tenemos un ejército de puta madre».

¿La ideología de la movida implicaba abrazar el individualismo?

El individualismo, el narcisismo y la anglofilia. A los de la movida les parecían cutres los cantautores de la guitarrita. Una misa, un comedor social o un sindicato les parecían cosas absurdas, rechazables, antiguas y cursis, cuando justamente eran espacios de relación social de la clase trabajadora. Entonces, cuando dicen que la movida no es política, no es militante, no es panfletaria, no es cierto: hay unos valores políticos muy fuertes.

¿Supuso la movida una ruptura con la cultura franquista?

No. Fraga ya hacía eventos culturales para que en el extranjero vieran que España no solo era solo torturas y cárceles, sino también Dalí: coger pintores y compositores y decir que España era un paraíso de la creatividad. Y el PSOE hizo lo mismo, pero aplicado al interior del país: esconder sus valores pro-sistema, pro-empresariales, pro-IBEX y venderse como los jefes enrollaos que van con trajes de Adolfo Domínguez y se meten rayas por la noche.

Pese a que el título habla de «espectros» y de «odiar», tu libro es bastante contenido, es más un manual para comprender los 80 que para aborrecerlos. ¿Buscaste deliberadamente ese tono templado?

En este libro tenía dos opciones: hacer muchas entrevistas o leer muchos libros. Escogí los libros porque creo que la gente cuando se hace mayor falsea sus recuerdos de juventud, y es mejor ver lo que decían en la época. Y me di cuenta que las cosas que decían sobre sí mismos eran mucho más duras que lo que yo podía decir de ellos. Por ejemplo, cuando Pedro Almodóvar dice «nosotros militábamos en la frivolidad». No hace falta que les insulte cuando se retratan ellos mismos.

¿Por qué se han enfadado menos los movideros con este libro que los indiescon el anterior?

Los personajes de la movida son mucho más listos que los indies, conocen muy bien cómo funciona la publicidad y saben que cualquier mención al libro, especialmente si es despectiva, va a hacer que se cree debate y se vendan más libros. Entonces se callan.

¿Y cuáles fueron los peores grupos de la época?

Derribos Arias fue el grupo más sobrevalorado de los ochenta. Su líder, Poch, tenía problemas mentales y hacía letras que hoy resultarían incomprensibles (y carentes de gracia) para cualquier veinteañero. O Siniestro Total, que eran superventas pero sonaban como la tuna de Empresariales con guitarras eléctricas.

Sin embargo, uno de los miembros de Kaka de Luxe, y después en Paraíso y La Mode, Fernando Márquez ‘El Zurdo’, acabó vetado a raíz de su spot para Falange, cosa que no mentas en el libro.

Sí, y a mi me parece muy mal que se vete a alguien por falangista, sobre todo cuando falangistas había muchos en España. El Zurdo fue sincero, cuando todos los falangistas de la época lo que hacían era disimularlo. No me metí en eso porque es muy específico de la personalidad del Zurdo, mezclar antagonismo e ingenuidad. Además, busqué por miles de sitios y no encontré nada del spot, y estoy muy paranoico: desde el primer libro compruebo todos los datos para que no me caiga una lluvia de mierda en internet.

«Nos metieron en la cabeza que irse de juerga era contestatario. Fue una idea impulsada desde arriba»: esta frase de Patricia Godes da ganas de quedarse en casa.

Sí, también se lo he oído decir a Cristina Fallarás en una conversación informal, que la frase de Tierno Galván de «al loro y a colocarse» destruyó una generación. La gente se tiró a esto primero por hedonismo y luego porque creían que así tendrían unas vidas menos tristes que las de sus padres.

Se pasó del misionero a oscuras a la pansexualidad en muy poco tiempo. ¿Cómo afectó esto a la juventud?

Como dice Juan Manuel de Prada, eso fue un ataque a los valores familiares. Se intentó prestigiar la soltería y desprestigiar los lazos fuertes, que son los de la familia. Canciones como ‘Quiero ser mamá’ de Almodóvar y McNamara son elogios de la sexualidad individual frente a la familia: quiero ser mamá pero para que mi hija sea prostituta, actuar de forma luciferina, sacar dinero a los yuppiesque tenemos alrededor… El sistema nos quiere solteros y los lazos humanos fuertes les espantan porque van contra sus dogmas del mercado liberal.

Y luego está el asunto de la homosexualidad, tradicionalmente considerada como un vicio burgués por la extrema izquierda. ¿Crees que el PSOE potenció al homosexual frívolo, consumista y superficial porque es más dócil ante los abusos del sistema?

Yo creo que no fue una conspiración, sino que ese tipo de homosexual sintoniza de forma natural con el sistema. Primero, tiene que ver con las industrias de la moda, la publicidad y la música, que desde los sesenta en Estados Unidos e Inglaterra fue dominada por homosexuales, así que aquí se apuntaron todos de golpe. Y luego tiene que ver con que el consumidor perfecto es una pareja sin hijos que los dos tienen sueldazo, la típica parejita de gays que pone su modernidad en cambiar todo el rato y se aburre si no tiene novedades culturales: el perfil canónico para lo que buscaba el PSOE. También fue una forma que tuvieron de diferenciarse de la derecha sin que hubiera ningún cambio en la estructura económica.

Y ahí entran las películas de Almodóvar, fiel reflejo de la movida.

Almodóvar captó el espíritu de la época, sus películas son como publirreportajes del yuppismo sociata: gays que han triunfado en las industrias creativas, moviéndose por la Latina o Huertas, y luego personajes rurales que representa como gente simplona con una vida hiperprogramada, sin ningún matiz emocional. Era el ideario sociata llevado a la pantalla. Es un cambio muy fuerte con respecto a los setenta, cuando se hacía documental social, cine experimental, películas como ‘El desencanto’, dramas rurales…

La droga también vino muy bien al sistema, especialmente la heroína.

Sí. En ese sentido, ‘Heroin’ de Lou Reed es una canción muy reaccionaria, de un tío que se aparta en una esquina de la sociedad y simplemente describe lo que ve, y dice «ojalá todo esto ardiera», pero él está ahí feliz con tu pico y no molesta a nadie. Se potenció esa posición: ni izquierda ni derecha, pero con una vida intensa, el  yonqui que ve el sistema podrido y casi siente satisfacción por no participar en él. Me parece un tipo de rebeldía muy cutre, casi de alegrarse de que todo vaya mal.

Pero todos estos cambios son imposibles mientras impere este sistema. ¿Crees que el capitalismo se puede destruir o simplemente hay que esperar a que colapse, como aconsejó Marx?

Lo de «el capitalismo colapsará víctima de sus propias contradicciones» fue la profecía más desastrosa de Marx. Ahora las fuerzas ya son muy desiguales: la gente que quiere este sistema tiene todo el poder y los que somos perdedores de la globalización, víctimas o sujetos pasivos estamos totalmente indefensos. Es una situación muy jodida y de muy difícil solución. Lo que dice Muiño es que haría falta una catástrofe natural, un cataclismo o bien una conversión religiosa. Para dar el volantazo necesitamos algo parecido a cuando Johnny Cash y demás countriesciegos de cocaína y de follar y de ganar dinero, dicen: «ya no puedo más, me voy a convertir al cristianismo y voy a encerrarme en casa con mi familia».

[tragicbooks]

25 women who were warned, given an explanation, but nevertheless persisted.

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Last night, the Senate invoked Rule 19, effectively barring Sen. Elizabeth Warren from speaking on the floor.

Warren was silenced after reading parts of a letter Coretta Scott King wrote to Sen. Strom Thurmond in 1986 in which she opposed the nomination of Jeff Sessions for a federal judgeship.

"They can shut me up, but they can't change the truth," Warren told CNN's Don Lemon of her colleagues' decision to revoke her speaking privileges.

In response to invoking the rule and removing Warren from the Senate floor, Majority Leader Mitch McConnell explained: "She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, she persisted." With that declaration, Warren was instantly added to the long long of women and girls throughout history who've persisted, even as those who opposed them try to shut them down. As Pulitzer Prize-winning historian Laurel Thatcher Ulrich wrote in 1976: "Well behaved women seldom make history."

McConnell didn't realize it at the time, but he had just coined a feminist rallying cry. What he presented as a rebuke of Warren's behavior quickly picked up steam on social media, where people used it to highlight powerful women from history who refused to be silenced.

Here are some of the strong, badass women who nevertheless persisted, against all odds:

1. Dolores Huerta, founder of the nation's largest farmworkers union.

"She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, #ShePersisted ." #letlizspeak http://pic.twitter.com/m1qVhPa9t2

— Nereyda Esparza (@nereyesparza) February 8, 2017

2. Ruby Bridges, one of the first black children integrated into an all-white school.

“She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, #ShePersisted.” http://pic.twitter.com/ubZIi5rKyo

— Liz Burr (@calinative) February 8, 2017

3. Edie Windsor, whose lawsuit against the federal government paved the way for marriage equality.

She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless #shepersisted. http://pic.twitter.com/6tOTppeRyU

— Franklin Leonard (@franklinleonard) February 8, 2017

4. Harriet Tubman, a former slave and spy who led hundreds of slaves to freedom.

"She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, #ShePersisted." http://pic.twitter.com/NHkrQ9ispJ

— Rajan Narang (@rdnarang) February 8, 2017

5. Bree Newsome, who climbed a pole at the South Carolina capitol and removed the Confederate flag.

"She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, #ShePersisted." #Resist http://pic.twitter.com/pJxe3YKgoP

— Amie the Great (@a_standal) February 8, 2017

6. Ida B. Wells, iconic writer, activist, and suffragette.

She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, #ShePersisted. #IdaBWells #BlackHistoryMonth http://pic.twitter.com/roBMrBoteD

— Passages Journal (@mypassages) February 8, 2017

7. Hillary Clinton, former senator and secretary of state, and winner of the popular vote in the 2016 presidential election.

She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, #ShePersisted http://pic.twitter.com/2dEqqttIYW

— Savannah L. Barker (@savannah_lb) February 8, 2017

8. Rosa Parks, a seamstress trained in civil resistance who helped launch the Montgomery Bus Boycott.

She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, #ShePersisted. http://pic.twitter.com/5L62IsmUit

— Jim Thompson (@jimthompson621) February 8, 2017

9. Vera Rubin, the astrophysicist who confirmed the existence of dark matter.

She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless #shepersisted. http://pic.twitter.com/OZ9Kavv4ZR

— E. H. Kern (@EH_Kern) February 8, 2017

10, 11, and 12. Supreme Court Justices Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Elena Kagan, and Sonia Sotomayor, who hold it down for women in the judicial branch.

"She was warned.She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, #ShePersisted." I am so proud of brave women who #PERSIST http://pic.twitter.com/YqsOdoGVQp

— Donnica Moore (@DrDonnica) February 8, 2017

13. Angela Davis, an activist, educator, writer, and fierce advocate for prison reform and gender equality.

"She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, #ShePersisted." http://pic.twitter.com/xSwlt1AkWr

— vicki 🗽 (@VlCKl) February 8, 2017

14. Nellie Bly, the pen name of Elizabeth Cochrane, a pioneering journalist.

She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, #ShePersisted. #NellieBly http://pic.twitter.com/B0iYKCpgfC

— Gwenda Bond rogue007 (@Gwenda) February 8, 2017

15. Ieshia Evans, who stood strong at a demonstration in Baton Rouge, Louisiana.

She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, #ShePersisted http://pic.twitter.com/WKf18KetFX

— This Is Happening (@TananariveDue) February 8, 2017

16. Anita Hill, who stepped forward with accusations of sexual harassment against Supreme Court nominee Clarence Thomas.

She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless #shepersisted. http://pic.twitter.com/MMgYpBfOe3

— Steven Falk (@Steven_B_Falk) February 8, 2017

17. Grace Lee Boggs, a Chinese-American social activist and revolutionary from Detroit.

-She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, #shepersisted.-#GraceLeeBoggs: "We are the leaders we've been waiting for." http://pic.twitter.com/LVvdx1Ksf1

— eileen chengyin chow (@chowleen) February 8, 2017

18. Kathrine Switzer, the first woman to enter the Boston Marathon.

They told her not to run the Boston Marathon. #KathrineSwitzer #NeverthlessShePersisted http://pic.twitter.com/nV4AbuS3eT

— Lenore Universe (@UniverseLenore) February 8, 2017

19. Dorothy Height, esteemed educator and advocate for civil rights and women's rights.

She persisted. http://pic.twitter.com/xCQnDqW3Ln

— Chirlane McCray (@NYCFirstLady) February 8, 2017

20. Elizabeth Blackwell, the first woman to receive a medical degree in the United States.

They told her women couldn't be doctors. #ElizabethBlackwell #NeverthelessShePersisted http://pic.twitter.com/s6ETOBU2vj

— Lenore Universe (@UniverseLenore) February 8, 2017

21. Alice Allison Dunnigan, the first black female journalist to earn White House credentials.

Alice Allison Dunnigan was the first Black woman to receive White House credentials. Nevertheless, she persisted. #ShePersists http://pic.twitter.com/XAWh033WSk

— Philip Lewis (@Phil_Lewis_) February 8, 2017

22. Shirley Chisholm, unbought and unbossed, the first black woman elected to Congress and the first black woman of a major party to run for president of United States.

Shirley Chisolm, first African American woman elected to the United States Congress. First 2 run for #POTUS, because #ShePersisted. http://pic.twitter.com/hFJntb3gj4

— BrooklynDad_Defiant! (@mmpadellan) February 8, 2017

23. Gloria Richardson, civil rights activist and leader of the Cambridge Movement in Cambridge, Maryland.

She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, #ShePersisted. (Gloria Richardson in 1963) http://pic.twitter.com/bZwbhi0hMa

— Rebecca Eisenberg (@ryeisenberg) February 8, 2017

24. Rachel Carson, ecologist and nature writer who stood up to chemical companies and private science.

Chemical companies fought Rachel Carson tooth and nail over Silent Spring, nevertheless #ShePersisted http://pic.twitter.com/mToATe07Vh

— Nick Vucic (@npv708) February 8, 2017

25. Fannie Lou Hamer, a civil rights activist who helped organize the 1964 Freedom Summer voter-registration drive.

Fannie Lou Hamer #BlackHistoryMonth "I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired" #ShePersisted http://pic.twitter.com/XxMMD9iEgO

— Natasha Fatale (@instinctnaturel) February 8, 2017

Sen. Warren joins a long line of women throughout history who've stood up and remain unbowed in the face of adversity.

She's not the first, and she won't be the last. Who among us will stand up and be next?

"Nevertheless, #ShePersisted" http://pic.twitter.com/f7Mb0KcLDD

— Matthew Dominguez (@Matt_Dominguez) February 8, 2017

Who knows? It might even be you.

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[la-semillera]

Lenore Tawney & Pureza Canelo

Nombres de pueblos que dan compañía:

Arroyo de la luz.

Huertas de ánimas.

Vozpornoche.

Nombres de paraísos no inventados han venido a visitarme, hemosos han llegado a la boca.

Arroyo de la soledad nutriente.

Huertas de la melancólica creación.

Vozpornoche y día.

La plaza mayor toda nuestra, pueblos del alma.

_ Pureza Canelo. de RETIRADA. Pre-textos 2018

_ Lenore Tawney, St. Francis and the Birds, 1954. Wool; 32 1⁄2 x 17 1⁄2

[malachileclair]

DATE & TIME: February 8TH, 8:30PM LOCATION: Big Top, Performance TAG: @llenore

The world is dark here on the balcony of the Big Top, the lights cast only on the cast below him. Few people but the crew are behind him, the burn of the lights, the blare of the music, drumming beats into hearts, needing to step with it because it becomes a part of the stage. He watches the opening act, leaning slightly against the railing, hands lost to air, suit fitting comfortably on skin, fitted and tailored, like history in it, the way he moves, last worn in Vegas. His tall shoulders fitting it well.

But his gaze isn't down, but up, but across, acrobats and hoops and lights, recognizing a familiar frame well, eyes that keeps steady. And all there is for the length of a moment, he won't be able to say how long, won't be able to describe anything of the show below them except try for a memory of practices he doesn't see so often. 

There's a flash of pink and sequins and a rope, partially circled around a waist coming across the edge of the balcony secured days ago. And all there is, is him catching the end of the rope when she's already there sitting where the spotlight can't reach her any longer, doesn't speak to her, when audience can still see, because music is too loud in their ears, and she's not close enough yet, but he makes his way there. Easy steps, leaning in close to her ear, because of necessity, but how close he does lean isn't as much as he'll say it was, "How long until you need to swing back?"

[anoracle]

👀U KNOW!! (rafa/lenny)

send me 👀 for my muse’s reaction to the very first time they saw yours 

lenny huerta: i’m pained thinking about this, the first time she saw lenny she was still terrified of everyone and everything and this was also the first person she really saw and knew close to her age, so u gotta imagine emme’s still present guilt that when she first saw lenny she wanted to run away/thought she was part of every other of her mom’s stories, so when she wants to think of meeting her, it’s when lenny was already helping her out of that shell

rafa morceli: i full support the trend of emme seeing people in visions before she meets them, imagine her having a violent one beforehand, so her first real impression of them is that moment before she sees their face, just their voice in the vision, and first real meeting, she wants to get to know them, is polite, before all pauses hearing them speak and she thinks she’s still in the vision - them being in her head starts then

[malachileclair]

"slurred words" for lenny bc I Know What I'm About Son

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk. 

“I didn't think you could be attracted to someone watching them eat tweleve Hot Pockets in a row. You can. She must think to be alive everyone you introduce yourself to must remember you, you them - one's enough. Remembered by one's enough. I’d like to see her swim, not as a selkie. Do you think you could drown in a person?”

[malachileclair]

✉️(lenny)

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We’re going Meta maybe, but we said in headcanon and threads before that the photo Lenny has of Arturo and her mother in Paris was near his apartment building, but can you imagine if it’s the same? And maybe makes all of them easy to track, maybe the woman who tricked Lenny and searching for cryptids found Elias easier because she was already trying to find selkies in the same area/building? And it makes it all worse with Malachi taking her to the place in the photo to feel close to her mother because at the same time the two of them are feeling close, and he’s feeling close to this son, for better or worse. Elias could have a photo of him and Malachi that he has with him on his European Roadtrip(tm) with Arturo who recognizes it instantly too of course, and maybe hearing stories of her mother and finding out he already heard them from other people before?

[malachileclair]

DATE & TIME: January 25TH, 12:15AM LOCATION: Malachi’s Sleeper Car TAG: @llenore

The train is an unusually quiet place, the hallways a mess of furniture and what's left of torn rooms, leaving Lenore and Malachi enveloped in silence in the space of his sleeper car, her sitting in a chair and him beside her, eyes scanning shoulders and arms where bruises just begin to bloom. An air filled with the ghost of cigarette smoke and last night's whiskey. 

There's a history he doesn’t process in the way he moves except in feeling bare, something of the young boy that stood in front of brothers before men, that learned how to stitch wounds at kitchen tables and under bathroom lights, history in his silence. Exposed in front of her. Different from before, because he can always be a man that doesn't mind finding the time to seek out his words, deliberate things, sentences like a formula, tongue like a small god, space a thing meant to be known. Movements are still deliberate, but something left for fractures, in his face. Search for the man who would eat himself alive for someone, not everyone, not the world. And he's already devoured the pieces left behind.

This isn't that man, but the ghost of him, felt in his hands as they're almost posed as a question if Lenny is fine with him inspecting what the guards left behind on her body when they dragged her away from the crowd. Felt in his hands when he led her away to his sleeper car to look at them, so she's away from crowds when the eyes of the guards weren’t on her.

Calm hands, calm eyes. "Try to keep still for me."

[anoracle]

✉️(lenny)

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As related to the event 6 thread we have going on now, ever since Arturo disappeared, the two of them whenever they miss Arturo’s story telling, the two of them will tell the stories together, switching back and forth between each other to tell it, pretending that they don’t remember. It started when Lenny was still sick from her adventures in Paris and still reeling from the fact that Arturo wasn’t there anymore, Emme accidentally saying quietly that one of Arturo’s stories would heal her before remembering, and she told the story instead and to get Lenny talking again, asked her to tell the rest and it’s s process now all through the year during the holidays he would tell stories, getting used that it feels maybe wrong for someone else to tell them, and some of the stories changing be told by someone else.