#poez

[yellowmanula]

"żyję na takich warunkach, na jakie się zgodzę," teraz żyję tak, by zmarnować jak najmniej, kontakt ze strukturą państwa mam marny

"miej nadzieję, niczego się nie spodziewaj," jak by to padoł Ron Padgett.

Robert Rybicki, myśl śliną

[mikimakiboo]

Time Travelers AU - Standing Guard

I came back from the deads for a few days, and I'm sick btw so I might return to the deads soon

Anyway (really) small chapter to get back on track (hopefully)

@ancha-aus cmhere friend

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The night was fresh, but not too cold, which was good as they were all sleeping outside. They arrived late, the sun was soon to set, they wouldn't find anyone willing to let them stay at their house at night. Cross didn't like that they had to sleep under the trees, the forest was dangerous, they were vulnerable in the dark, but the others had to rest, the jump had been tiring.

He looked at them, Horror was sitting against a tree, Dust was next to him, seeking warmth as his clothes didn't look very warm, Killer was a little apart, he had climbed up a small tree to sleep far from the ground, and finally Nightmare was near the river, against a tree as well, seeming still mad as he kept his distance. Cross was standing guard. He couldn't go to sleep, someone had to watch out, and the others were tired, plus it was his job to protect them. He yawned, feeling his own tiredness emerging a little more, and went to walk around the area, trying to stay awake. He listened carefully, stopped to look around, but didn't spot anything.

When he came back to where the group was, Horror was awake. He looked at Cross when he arrived, relieved to see he wasn't far, and got up carefully as to not wake Dust up. Cross was ready to tell him he could go back to sleep, that there wasn't any danger and he just went to check, but Horror was faster.

- Sofa at ótt.

He told him, pointing at where he was previously sitting. Cross looked up at him confused, did he want him to sit ? He couldn't sit, he had to stand guard.

- Eo ne poez.

Cross declined, but Horror shook his head, not taking his refusal for an answer.

- Hvíla. He said to Cross, then pointed at himself. Gæta.

Cross kept staring for a while, not quite understanding what Horror wanted. Was there a problem ? Did he misunderstood ? Was Horror not asking him to sleep but wanted to tell him something else ? What was he trying to say ?

- Warde. Horror finally said, pointing at himself again.

That was French. That was a word in Cross's language. One he had used a few days ago when Dust told him he did a good job and could take a break. One Horror apparently remembered. Warde: guard. Horror wanted to stand guard with him ?

- Sleep. He pointed to Cross.

That was a word in Dust's language, one Dust had used quite often to say "dormir". Horror wanted him to sleep ? He wanted to take turn in standing guard to allow Cross to rest ? The offering was quite tempting, and Cross was tired, but it was his job to protect them ! He couldn't sleep on the job ! But again, if he was tired, he couldn't protect them properly as his attention span would be longer. He would put them in danger if he couldn't react fast enough... so maybe he could sleep a little, let Horror handle it for a while and come back after a quick nap ?

He looked at the place next to Dust. It was... even more tempting, to sit next to him, let him sleep on his shoulder... no time for distractions. He looked up at Horror and handed him his sword. Horror didn't have his axe anymore, he needed a weapon, even though Cross was sure the Viking could take someone in a fight with his bare hands and win, but prevention is better than cure.

Horror looked at the sword before looking up at Cross, confused, but ended up grabbing the sword when seeing his insistant gaze. He pat him on the shoulder, and went to take his place watching over them.

Cross looked at him before turning to Dust, who was still sound asleep against the tree. He felt his cheeks getting hotter the longer he looked at him. He was going to sleep so close to him. Would it be weird ? Would Dust be disappointed to see him instead of Horror when waking up ? Should Cross sleep somewhere else ?

Dust shivered, and Cross didn't think much longer before sitting down next to Dust and putting his cape around him. His clothes were so short, they didn't even cover his arms ! Killer was dressed shortly too, but he seemed to be more resistant than Dust to the cold. He didn't want him to be sick, so he would happily share his warmth.

His magic crackled in his soul when he felt Dust shift to get closer to him and he almost damned his armor for not letting him share more warmth by embracing the small skeleton. He didn't want to make him uncomfortable by pressing the hard metal against him.

He watched him sleep, looking so peaceful, so calm and trusting, so easy to hurt, that Cross only wished to protect that look forever, to make sure that he would never feel like he was in danger, like he could never let his guard down... he wanted him to feel safe with him, to rely on him without any second thought, he wanted to be strong enough to protect him from any kind of danger, from a criminal to a dragon, he would keep Dust safe.

Dust and the others. He shook his head. He wanted to protect the others too, not only Dust, they were all important to him, they were... they were his friends ? They were friends, and Dust was his friend too so it was normal for him to want to protect him. And the others. Him and the others. He tried to focus on the group, but his mind kept coming back to the sleeping skeleton against his shoulder...

He was tired, he should sleep, and maybe the quick nap would help him sort off his thoughts about Dust... Dust and the others...

Dust shifted, opening his eyes after a yawn. He spotted Horror a little farther, and looked up to see who he was laying against. It was Cross, seemed like he took turn with Horror to stand guard. He grabbed the cape to pull it a little higher on his shoulders, and pressed himself against the knight to drift back to sleep. He was so cold, but at least the proximity helped a little with keeping some body warmth.

He missed his jacket.

[abwwia]

Lu Xiaoman 陆小曼 (1903-1965)

Lu Xiaoman 陆小曼: Lù Xiǎomàn; 1903-1965) was a beloved cultural figure in 20th century Chinese history, a poez and a painter. Member of the Shanghai Artists Association. via W #PalianSHOW

[umlautsiker]

Freegje ik.. my ou.. wat hie.. k at.. ik wat.. prr.. robearde te.. frrr.. tellen mar ik.. my ou.. leide.. kitten.. loe.. dan sis ik mar gewoan.. lekker poeze.. fijne dromen..

[val-lore]

What are some extra tidbits of lore about Gilgamesh? The summon from Val-l3y?

With GIlgamesh, he was a bt of an... interesting case as he was designed to be a spirit that was built on the basis of a real general. His lore and his numerous titles are murky because he doesn't remember his true title, a consequence of his many differenting beliefs on what he was during the SNDWVE Empire.

But what I can say is that he was a real person and was a SNDWVE controlling a human body and resided in the jungles of Poeze, Yaeze and Xaeze and led an army there. He also had a mount of some description that he named Quetzalcoatl.

Of course as the SNDWVE Empire collasped and his civilization fell to ruins we may never actually know what his true form looked like and now that his coin is in posession of Terrion Swift he will stay in that form forever.

[avetruth]

Tan Malaka : strijder voor Indonesië's vrijheid : levensloop van 1897 tot 1945 : Poeze, Harry A

Tan Malaka : strijder voor Indonesië's vrijheid : levensloop van 1897 tot 1945 : Poeze, Harry A https://www.avetruthbooks.com/2022/04/tan-malaka-strijder-voor-indonesie%cc%88s-vrijheid-levensloop-van-1897-tot-1945-poeze-harry-a.html?feed_id=13863

[losguardodeltramonto]

Gabriel Gherbaluță – „eu tu și poezul” „sau lyncatrop îndrăgostit de lună”

Gabriel Gherbaluță – „eu tu și poezul” „sau lyncatrop îndrăgostit de lună”

Peste cuvânt lumina doare ca o batistă fluturată pe un cheu pustiit într-o aglomerare de absențe.

„Un chip cu mii de fețe și totuși doar un chip? Cum să împac lumina? s-o fac sau să o țip?”

Câteva poezuri mai la vale pe albia fluviului de cuvinte pescuim răspunsuri: „sângerăm lumina răsucită arc”, „închidem marea în melc de cretă” „sihastru în conchilie de calcar”. Acesta este fluviul…

[two-hearts-beat]

The dog does not catch the ball

Because she doesn't throw it

The cat does not brush against her leg

Because she isn't there

Her parents had two daughters

Now they have one

She was my lover

Now she is gone

[yanderepuck]

As a mythology fan I'd like to know what Poe's, Nicoleta's and Aoi's favourite mythological creatur is. What boredom in trains makes you think lol

Aoi probably has a soft spot for kitsune tbh. Aoi is Japanese but probably thinks having all those tails would be amazing.

Poez favorite depends on what he's currently reading, but it tends to be a lot of Greek mythological creatures. BUT HES REALLY LIKING AMERICAN CRYPTIDS LIKE MOTHMAN

Nicoleta??? I think she's very interested in Gryphons and Chimeras. Really any creature that's a combination of two or more animals

[mikimakiboo]

Thankssssss :D

Dust had a VERY long evening lmao

Oh yeah I get it, I could only find one single translator that does both Old French and Old Norse but it keeps giving me different translations (or just none) for the same words and most of the time (at least for Old French) it's not even correct (for Old French I litteraly have to look up word by word in French on the wikitionary and search through the etymology :')) Latin and French should be good but just to be sure because it can be tricky and just for you, here's what everyone said in order:

NM: "car il n'y a bien que cela à faire ici" -> "because it's the only thing we can do here"

NM: Dust ? Vôtre, uh.. parchemin magique... ? Est terminé. -> Dust ? Your, uh.. magical parchment... ? Is done.

NM: ne vous approchez pas de moi ! -> do not get close to me !

Cross: eo vos conseilloie de rester asis-> I recommend you to stay seated

Cross: allez-vos tresbien, Sire ? -> are you well, lord ?

Killer: si vis pugnare, possum servare score -> if you want to fight, I can count the points

NM: sine me pugna, lego. Et desine obstrepere. -> fight without me, I'm reading. And stop making noise.

Horror: ᚹᚺᛖᚱᛖ ᛞᛟ ᚹᛖ ᛋᛚᛖ��ᛈ ? -> where do we sleep ?

Killer: ubi ? -> where ?

NM: ubi vis dormire ? -> where do you want to sleep ?

Killer: ad angulum parietis -> at the angle of the wall

Cross: eo ne poez dormir, eo doi monter la warde -> I can't sleep, I have to stand guard

Horror: ... ᛈᚨᚱᛞᛟᚾ -> ... sorry

Here :D

Nightmare discovered that apparently Dust has a magical infinite parchment that contains many books and he is very curious about that and very excited to read, but he pretends he only uses it because he doesn't have anything better to do anyway (truth is when they'll have their rings he'll steal Dust tablet everytime he visits)

Killer is litteraly homeless lmao he's gonna sleep on the floor and snore like he's having the best night sleep of his life

Horror is just very intimidating and no one trusts him, except maybe Killer who doesn't really seem to care anyway, and, yeah, Horror felt horrible he couldn't sleep for at least two hours after that, like he just didn't expect Dust to be THIS light ??? The guy just flew

Cross found a door and he's gonna GUARD that door (he'll eventually fall asleep standing up dw about him)

I'm trying to set some of their personalities before I can get to the feelings part :D which will come soon I hope because it's the most interesting

Dust is exhausted lmao he just wants to sleep

Time Travelers AU - Researches

You guys seemed to like the first part so here we go again :) not much action yet, I know, Dust is still trying to figure out what to do with them :')

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@ancha-aus summoning you real quick

@crazy-snake you wanted to be tagged sooooo here you go

Dust was on his laptop, trying to make some researches about these four mysterious time travelers, trying to learn some things about their cultures, to get an idea of what he should be prepared for. They already ate, Dust having decided to make some pasta, and just with that he had already been met with various looks of confusion and suspicion: out of the four, only Cross and Nightmare knew what pasta were, and while Dust wasn't very surprised by that, he had been a lot more confused when the only one who knew how to use a fork, or simply what a fork was, had been Nightmare, the others preferring to use a spoon or even their fingers, which earned them some disgusted looks from the noble, that, for once, Dust could quite agree with. After a quick Google research on his phone, Dust had learnt that forks hadn't been introduced in the Roman Empire until the fourth century and in France in 1533, while vikings usually used either knives, spoons, or their fingers, but no forks. After that, Dust figured it might be a good idea to make some more researches...

He watched them from his chair, to make sure they weren't destroying his house. Cross was standing guard in front of his door, not moving an inch, Killer had miraculously stopped rummaging in his drawers to stare in wonder at a lava lamp instead, and Nightmare was sitting on the couch. Dust had given him his reading tablet that he got from work as a gift, having found a French book from 1532 by François Rabelais, right before forks were imported, titled Pantagruel. Nightmare had been.. reluctant to take the tablet, watching Dust showing him how to scroll up and down, he had however seemed quite curious about it when he had seen the French writing, and had agreed on taking it "car il n'y a bien que cela à faire ici". Dust wasn't sure what that meant, but he was pretty sure it was an excuse so it didn't seem like the noble was just curious but rather didn't have a choice. Horror was looking through the window when he finally let out a sigh and went to sit on the couch as well, making the mattress sag under his weight. Nightmare looked up for the tablet to frown at the viking, and shifted away from him, against the armrest, to which Horror frowned too. Dust watched these two interact, he watched Horror grab Nightmare's cape to feel the texture and Nightmare slapping his hand away to take back the cape, Horror holding out his hands as a peace sign. He would probably have to watch them closely, make sure they didn't get on each other's nerves.

Dust was in the middle of reading a Wikipedia article when he was interrupted by Nightmare.

- Dust ? Vôtre, uh.. parchemin magique.. ? Est terminé.

He recognized the word "terminé", as it sounded like "terminate", and guessed that Nightmare must have finished the book, which was frankly impressive because it had nearly four hundred pages and he gave it to him not three hours ago.

- Uh.. okay.. ? You, uh.. want to read another book ? I can look if there's any other.

Nightmare didn't respond, frowning slightly. Right, Dust's phone was charging, so he didn't have Google Translate turned on. He tried to think of the translation for book, he had used it when presenting the tablet to the noble, surely he didn't forget it so fast.

- Uh.. autre.. livre.. ?

He said, with a bad accent, but Nightmare seemed to understand as he slowly looked down at the tablet, seeming perplexed, surely wondering how Dust was going to pull a book from something that looked like a weird parchment, or just how long was said parchment. Dust stood up to grab the tablet from Nightmare's hands who looked up at him, he searched for a few seconds before handing him the tablet again, this time opened on a book titled Gargantua, a prequel of Pantagruel by the same author, from 1534, one year after forks were imported. Nightmare shot him a suspicious look before taking the tablet and starting to read again. At least this one was easily occupied.

Horror bent over, trying to see above Nightmare's shoulder, which only made him flinch and shift away from the viking, pressing the tablet against his chest as to prevent him from taking it away.

- Ne vous approchez pas de moi !

He said with a tone that he wanted threatening, but his voice just sounded afraid. Horror frowned at him.

- Hey, no fights. I don't have enough money to replace furniture.

Horror looked up at him, sitting straight, but before he could say anything a sword was between them. Cross had moved from the door. He glared at Horror.

- Eo vos conseilloie de rester asis.

They both stared at each other before Horror huffed, sitting on the other end of the couch again. Cross quickly glanced at Dust before focusing on Nightmare.

- Allez-vos tresbien, Sire ?

Nightmare looked at him before nodding, sitting straight too after having shot a last look at Horror who was now looking through the bay window of the backyard, not paying attention to them anymore. Cross put his sword away and returned to the door, ignoring Killer who had been watching the whole scene.

- Si vis pugnare, possum servare score.

He said with a sharp smile and amusement in his voice. Nightmare glanced at him.

- Sine me pugna, lego. Et desine obstrepere.

Killer chuckled, and turned his attention back to the lamp, letting Nightmare go back to his reading.

Okay what just happened ? Dust hadn't moved, he hadn't understood a word of what they all said, but apparently the situation had been sorted out ? After they almost started to fight ?

He should really try to learn at least the basics of their languages. But which one should he start with ? Probably French and Old Norse, because no one here seemed to speak Old Norse so he couldn't count on them to translate, and Nightmare could help him with Latin and Old French, so focusing on French first would be easier, and maybe he could pick out some words from Latin in the process ? He should have taken French in school instead of Spanish.

Dust returned to his seat, searching once more for some helpful websites with tips to learns the basics of French and Old Norse. He only found dictionaries for the latter.

- ᚹᚺᛖᚱᛖ ᛞᛟ ᚹᛖ ᛋᛚᛖᚨᛈ ?

Dust had been in the middle of reading the dictionary when he almost jumped from his chair, not having noticed that Horror was now next to him. He was surprisingly quiet.

- Huh ?

Horror looked at him, frowned, understood that Dust didn't get what he said, and pointed at the window for Dust to take a look. It was night, the moon was high, and the clock on the wall said it was past one in the morning already. Right, they probably wanted to sleep.

But where would they sleep ? Dust only had one bed and one couch, no air mattresses, no extra mattresses either, and just a few extra pillows. He thought for a while, he couldn't share his bed, and he didn't particularly want to anyway, the couch could maybe hold two people on it but he doubted anyone would want to sleep this close to one another, so that left the floor, and the deckchairs he had in his backyard. Didn't vikings sleep outside anyway ?

Dust made a quick research and looked at Nightmare who had apparently finished his second book as the tablet was resting next to him on the couch.

- Hum.. dormir.. ?

Killer, Cross and Nightmare all looked at him. Well, seemed like "sleep" sounded the same in the three languages.

- Ubi ?

Killer asked, a question to which Dust didn't have the answer because he didn't know what ubi meant. He went on Google again, looking at the French translation for "where do you want to sleep".

- Où voulez.. vous dormir.. ?

He looked at Nightmare next, pointing at Killer to silently ask him to translate for him. Nightmare sighed, annoyed to be an intermediary, but still translated.

- Ubi vis dormire ?

Killer looked around for a second before answering.

- Ad angulum parietis.

Nightmare looked at him with surprise, frowning and tilting his head as if he just heard some big nonsense, but before Dust could ask what Killer had answered he saw him crossing the living room to go sit on the floor against the angle of the wall. Strange. But he seemed pleased. Dust kept staring for a few seconds before focusing on Cross and Nightmare again, waiting for their response. Nightmare was looking at the couch, that he didn't leave during all the evening to the point Dust wondered if it had become a sort of safe place for him, and simply sighed before rearranging the pillows. Seemed like the noble was going to sleep here tonight. Cross however stayed planted in front of the door, so Dust asked again.

- Dormir ?

- Eo ne poez dormir, eo doi monter la warde.

Dust didn't understand, but judging by the fact the knight didn't move, he figured that it a least meant he would stay by the door.

Dust then turned to Horror as he was the last one not having answered. He asked the question again, this time typing on his computer and showing him the translation as he didn't know how to pronounce it. Horror looked in wonder at the screen for a few seconds before focusing on reading, bending down a little, before standing up again and going to the bay window. He pointed at the backyard as he looked at Dust.

- Oh you want to sleep outside ? Sure, as long as you stay in the backyard.

Dust got up to open the door for him, going out with him to put a deckchair in place in case he wanted to use it.

Horror inspected it before nodding and giving Dust a pat on the shoulder. At least he wanted it to be a pat but the small skeleton was so light compared to his usual companions that he actually pushed him on the chair, much to Dust's surprise who looked up at him from where he was now laying. Horror looked guilty.

- Uh, i-it's okay, I'm fine, just.. didn't expect that.

He quickly reassured as he got up.

- Damn you're strong.

He muttered.

- ... ᛈᚨᚱᛞᛟᚾ.

Horror said, looking down. That sounded like an apology.

- It's okay, really, uh.. well.. sleep good ?

He gave him thumbs ups before quickly going back inside before the situation became more awkward.

Well, seemed like everyone was settled for the night, so Dust could go in his own room and get prepared for bed too. He had a day off the next day, he was originally planning to rest but that option was off the chart now.

He sighed and let his body collapse on his bed. He just hoped his apartment wouldn't be a mess in the morning. And that maybe they would dissappear too and this whole experience would turn out to be a big dream...

A very strange big dream...

[postalenha]

bestie filo ka pala????? OMG

ey0w PoeZ cHz!! opo filo po ako wiiieee

[finns-poe]

Please can you like post something cryptic if poez*rri happens :// like PLEASE I just have to know

If you see me delete my whole blog you’ll know then

[kelvintimeline]

so this is how the skywalker saga ends. with r*ylo, finnj*nnah, poez*rri. jesus fucking christ.

I DIDNT EVEN ACREA BOUT THE FUCKING SKYWALKER SAGA UNTIL 2015 WHEN ALL OF Y’ALL CONVINCED ME IT WAS GOOD

you know what… i’m gonna fucking say it……. i’m gonna say it

not even that original trilogy was that good. leia, luke, lando, and han are interesting and cool characters but you know what?

i only ever saw it once and it was just okay… i had fun when i wasn’t bored and i don’t regret falling in love with carrie fisher but like…. ive seen better

but TFA was nice so i just dealt with it but even tfa had some flaws… but it was an optimistic time aND THEN

TLJ was fucking garbage

solo was fucking garbage

rogue one was beautiful and great if we all collectievly ignore gym socks the lady protag

and i just saw the second prequel tonight and that trilogy???? garbage

i waded through SO MUH FUCKING GARBAGE for TFA SO MUCH

and THIS is what i am repaid with????????????

i feel like i’m in the trash compactor scene but on an infinite loop where i never escape AND YOU ALL DID THIS TO ME

I HAD NOT A SINGLE FUCKING OUNCE OF STAR WARS NOSTALGIA AND ALMOST CAME OUT UNSCATHED AND EVERYONE MADE ME FEEL LIKE I WAS MISISNG OUT

AND FOR WHAT???????????????????????

DAISY RIDLEY ISN’T EV EN GAY

SEEING OSCAR FIGHT FOR FINN POE JUST MAKES ME SAD NOW

AND I ALREADY STANNED JOHN BOYEGA FROM ATTACK THE FUCKING BLOCK

WHAT WAS THE POINT EVERYONE

WHAT WAS IT

[nixxxxsposts]

1-30

(1) Do You Sleep With Your Closet Doors Open Or Closed?

🌼Closed

(2) Do You Have Freckles?

🌼alaws

(3) Can You Whistle?

🌼I cannot poez

(4) Last Song You Listened To.

🌼I kennut remember na pero alam q OPM 'yon

(5) What Is Your Favourite Colour?

🌼Blacckkkkkk, grey tas uh pastel den ganern

(6) Relationship Status.

🌼SINGLE.

(7) What Is The Temperature Right Now?

🌼28°

(8) Did You Wake Up Cranky?

🌼YES NGAYON NGAYON LANG

(9) How Many Followers?

🌼Idk basta below 1K yon ofc HAHAHAHA

(10) Zodiac Sign.

🌼Pisces

(11) What Is Your Eye Colour?

🌼Light brown

(12) Take A Vitamin Daily?

🌼Yassu

(13) Do You Sing In The Shower?

🌼Ofc

(14) What Books Are You Reading?

🌼yung kay lang leavvvv,, Anthology of love

(15) Grab The Book Nearest To You, Turn To Page 64, Give Me Line 14.

🌼asa taas eh mamaya HAHAHAAH

(16) Favourite Anime?

🌼Waley

(17) Last Person You Cried In Front Of?

🌼My parents

(18) Do You Collect Anything?

🌼Yupzz

(19) What Did You Have For Lunch?

🌼natulog ako kanina ih

(20) Do You Dance In The Car?

🌼nawp

(21) Favourite Animal?

🌼Dogs and cats ofc

(22) Do You Watch The Olympics?

🌼Nawp

(23) What Time Do You Usually Go To Bed?

🌼11-12 nung may jowa 3 ganorn patayan HAHAHAHA char

(24) Are You Wearing Makeup Right Now?

🌼Nawp

(25) Do You Prefer To Swim In A Pool Or The Ocean?

🌼Oceaann

(26) Favourite Tumblr Blog?

🌼Yung mga studyblr ganern,, helpful nila legit

(27) Bottled Water Or Tap Water?

🌼Bottled

(28) What Makes You Happy?

🌼my fammmm and friendsss

(29) Post A Gif Of What You’re Currently Feeling Right Now.

Me sa rules ng school namin atm: (actually deped pala wtf)

(30) Do You Study Better With Or Without Music?

🌼With music.

Thank you fan @thesaddrummer

[readingsrantsrambles]

We are thrilled to announce that Imelda O'Reilly will be part of this exciting line up of poets and musicians including Suzanne Vega in the West Village on September 14 as part of The Village Trip Festival. – Songs & Poems from the Village – Composer's Cordordiance Chamber Orchestra Featuring Suzanne Vega. This concert will feature Suzanne Vega, widely regarded as one of the foremost songwriters of her generation and a leading figure in the folk revival of the early 1980s, performing her songs with the orchestra in brand new, modern arrangements by Gene Pritsker, William Anderson and Jonathan Dawe. DATE: Wednesday, September 14, 2022 @ 7:00 PM LOCATION: The Players Theatre 115 MacDougal Street New York, NY 10012 TICKETS: Premium - $62.00, Tier 1 - $52.00, Tier 2 - $42.00 Facebook Live Stream COMPOSERS: William Anderson, Seth Boustead, Dan Cooper, Peter Jarvis, Debra Kaye, Mark Kostabi, Arkady Leytush, Milica Paranosic, Gene Pritsker, Suzanne Vega. POETS: Robert C. Ford, Erik T. Johnson, Imelda O'Reilly, Jim Kempner, Cheri Magid and Poez PERFORMERS: Composers Concordance Chamber Orchestra conducted by Arkady Leytush Staying in rotation for 39 years in NYC is a rare feat. In the case of a new music presenting organization, it requires not only diligence and cognizance of achievements of the past but also an ethic of keeping one's ear to the ground for emerging stylistic and technological developments, as well as talented new composers on the scene. Composers Concordance, founded in 1984 by Joseph Pehrson and Patrick Hardish, advised by Otto Luening, strives to present contemporary music in innovative ways, with an emphasis on thematic programming. (at The Players Theatre) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiWpecQMpyI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[here-there-is-always-hope]

Ty wiesz co za­raz po­wiem, ja wiem co chcesz usłyszeć

lu­bisz kiedy mówię szep­tem, ja po­wiem jeszcze ciszej

mój głos prze­nik­nie Cię te­raz całą

mój do­tyk, spoj­rze­nie pa­raliżuję Two­je ciało

chcesz być moją muzą, mówisz pisz dla mnie wier­sze

jes­teś pa­zer­na miłości chcesz jej więcej i więcej

pro­sisz bym po­wie­dział, że ja też kocham Cię tak bar­dzo

mogę pow­tarzać to ty­siące ra­zy ale na­wet wte­dy to

nie sta­nie się prawdą

wy­bacz lecz mo­je ser­ce już ktoś in­ny zajął

to poez­ja, mo­ja kochan­ka, mój pros­to z nieba anioł