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i was talking with a friend a couple days ago about love songs and i can't stop thinking about this

#'neither' because I'm listening to the story #these characters aren't me #they're characters #could go way longer on this but yeah #if I had to choose then singer #(that whole thing about art being a door and not a mirror) #i'm so tired

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If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

#sons and lovers by dh lawrence #rereading for the nth time #it really is That Good

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A Supermarket in California

by Allen Ginsberg

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations! What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!–and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?

I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys. I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel? I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you, and followed in my imagination by the store detective. We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier.

Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does your beard point tonight? (I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.) Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we’ll both be lonely. Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage? Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe?

#poetry #a favorite #allen ginsberg

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there is no 'base accent' so like all of this is entirely subjective tbc, just based on what people around you say and how you think you sound

pick whichever language you want to answer in if you're multi-lingual

#man i don't even know anymore #but actually #grew up in the western US w/ a mild 'Fargo' twang #have lived in NYC for 15 yrs #and work primarily w/ UK-based colleagues #so...??? #had someone guess Nova Scotia recently

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Hey, remember when I wrote about music? Fun times, right? Here's some more of that.

#music #the pogues #shane macgowan #city life #my work

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Over a week since I saw Dune: Part Two, and I'm still giggling about Feyd-Rautha's evil birthday party. Giedi Prime's Most Special Boy! I love it when I can tell an actor is having a good time playing a role, and Austin Butler clearly had a blast. I just hope somebody remembered to feed his little "pets"; they were kind of sweet...

#stuff #man i don't even know anymore #silliness #dune part two

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It appears I'm back on my nonsense; you've all been warned... ;)

#movie review #giant 1956 #letterboxd #how on earth do i not have a james dean tag already

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Absolutely loved this one-- reminded me of *several* recurring dreams I have (there's one about sneaking around someone's house that I just had the other night). Also features an actor I just adored in 'Martin Eden'-- Vincenzo Nemolato. He's got a terrific face.

La Chimera (2023, dir. Alice Rohrwacher)

#la chimera #alice rohrwacher #movies #film #films by women

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structurally and thematically, mean girls is indistinguishable from the average scorsese movie about a morally flexible guy who gets too deep into the gangster lifestyle until it gradually consumes his soul. in this essay i will

#i feel like 'The Devil Wears Prada' could fit also? #in that Andie thinks of herself as being “undercover” in a sense? #movies

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Much belated; I saw this right when it came out (had to go twice because the first time, I was sitting next to the two most obnoxious people on the face of the Earth... anyway...). Lily Gladstone deserved every award she got, and I hope this is just the beginning of a long and stunning career.

#movies #movie review #killers of the flower moon #martin scorsese #letterboxd

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WAYNE'S WORLD (1992) dir. Penelope Spheeris

#favorite scene #i love this movie so much #maybe i'll be Garth for Halloween next year #i already have the wardrobe #movies #wayne's world

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BABE WAKE UP NEW LIFE-AFFIRMING PAN JUST DROPPED

#finally some good food #i didn't think much of barbie either but at least i could see what it was trying to do #this just sounds... vaguely appalling

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Joe Strummer (L) and Shane MacGowan (R), a.k.a the two artists who, quite some years ago now, showed me punk rock's beating heart-- that there was something in it for a lonely twenty-year-old girl.

#photo #music #joe strummer #shane macgowan #punk #the clash #the pogues #ow my heart

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pls tell me what ur great grandparents did for a living in the tags if u know... mine were dairy farmers, bakery workers and a security guard lol

#mom's side: grandma's parents were tenant farmers #grandpa's dad owned a gas station and his mom taught at a school for blind kids #dad's side: grandma's dad worked for the railroad and her mom raised 8 kids #my dad's father's side i'm not sure but I would guess farmers #family

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I’m thinking of adding more movies to my “tumblr’s favorite movies” letterboxd list, so put in the tags what your favorite movie is, no matter the genre, and only one!

here is the list if you're interested to see other people's favorites (x)

#on the waterfront #(in the heat of the night a *tight* second)

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You don't understand; me and Alex were dancing... (At Forest Hills, 09.09.23)

#i put a taqueria on the roof #arctic monkeys #mercutio i know it's you #and...the lacquer man on the moon

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Elegy Of Fortinbras  // Zbigniew Herbert

for C.M.

Now that we’re alone we can talk prince man to man though you lie on the stairs and see no more than a dead ant nothing but black sun with broken rays I could never think of your hands without smiling and now that they lie on the stone like fallen nests they are as defenceless as before The end is exactly this The hands lie apart The sword lies apart The head apart and the knight’s feet in soft slippers You will have a soldier’s funeral without having been a soldier the only ritual I am acquainted with a little There will be no candles no singing only cannon-fuses and bursts crepe dragged on the pavement helmets boots artillery horses drums drums I know nothing exquisite those will be my manoeuvers before I start to rule one has to take the city by the neck and shake it a bit Anyhow you had to perish Hamlet you were not for life you believed in crystal notions not in human clay always twitching as if asleep you hunted chimeras wolfishly you crunched the air only to vomit you knew no human thing you did not know even how to breathe Now you have peace Hamlet you accomplished what you had to and you have peace The rest is not silence but belongs to me you chose the easier part of an elegant thrust but what is heroic death compared with eternal watching with a cold apple in one’s hand on a narrow chair with a view of the ant-hill and the clock’s dial Adieu prince I have tasks a sewer project and a decree on prostitutes and beggars I must also elaborate a better system of prisons since as you justly said Denmark is a prison I go to my affairs This night is born a star named Hamlet We shall never meet what I shall leave will not be worth a tragedy It is not for us to greet each other or bid farewell we live on archipelagos and that water these words what can they do what can they do prince

(translated by Czeslaw Milosz and Peter Dale Scott)

#so i have my little thing about Mercutio #but Fortinbras was the first Shakespeare role I ever played #i was 8 at summer camp #the audience was Not Ready for a tiny nibling declaiming in her loudest BBC voice #but I was born ready