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cardest · 3 years

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Belgium playlist

The Allied forces have launched an offense and the strategy is to use Plastic Bertrand. See you in Waterloo! This is the Belgian playlist. Dank u (wel)

Have a listen here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC19kFE2Ch75otguETyB8yv-0 Have I forgotten a song or band? Blistering barnacles! Let me know. Add your songs.

BELGIQUE 001 Channel Zero - Black Fuel 002 Mijne vlieger - walter de buck 003 AMENRA - Razoreater 004 Hemelbestormer & Vanessa Van Basten - Portal II 005 Brian Eno - The Fat Lady of Limbourg 006 Front 242 - ANIMAL 007 LENG TCH'E - 1-800-Apathy 008 They Might Be Giants - Meet James Ensor 009 Carnation - Explosive cadavers 010 De Vlier - Bezemdans Van Pulle 011 BLIKSEM - Twist the Knife 012 AC/DC - Bedlam In Belgium 013 Lugubrum Trio - Aldi Iacta Est 014 Wolvennest - Tief Unter 015 't Kliekske - Stokkendans 016 Oathbreaker - Immortals 017 Jacques Brel - Ces Gens La 018 Emptiness - Meat Heart 019 Witch Trail - Altered State 020 Mad Curry - Man 021 Iron Maiden - Paschendale 022 Bathsheba - Demon 13 023 WANNES VAN DE VELDE - Pieter Breughel in Brussels 024 HEXA MERA - Inhuman 025 R.Roland - Ethero-Disco 026 Ancient Rites - Mother Europe 027 The Neon Judgement - One Jump Ahead 028 The Casualties - No Turning Back 029 In Bruges Soundtrack-Medieval Waters 030 Pavane La Dona - Tielman Susato - Danserye 031 Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Christina the astonishing 032 Zita Swoon - My Bond With You And Your Planet Disco! 033 Die Anarchistische Abendunterhaltung - Drieslagstelsel II 034 BLACK MIRRORS - Funky Queen 035 Hidden Trails - Leaving Like That 036 Eddy Wally Cherie 037 Bobbejaan Schoepen - CafÃ Zonder Bier 038 In Bruges Soundtrack-Shootout Part 1 039 De Kreuners - Zo Jong 040 Enthroned - Goatlust 041 Aktarum - Party Troll 042 Black Strike - Rat 043 The Black Tartan Clan - Dont Walk alone 044 Slow Crush - Glow 045 Claude Lombard - Les Enfants Perle 046 chakachas - Jungle Fever 047 Integrity - Hymn for the Children of the Black Flame 048 MANTIS - WELP 049 EXUVIATED - Last Call To The Void 050 Plastic Bertrand - Ca Plane Pour Moi 051 Lais - La Plus Belle de Cans 052 EVIL INVADERS - Raising Hell 053 Brutus - Drive 054 Elg - Panorama 055 Bil Tze - Wing Chun Kung Fu 056 LOTUS - L'Appel du Vide 057 Liquid G. - Selfdestruction 058 LVTHN - Eradication of Nescience 059 Hedonist - The Urge 060 Squash Bowels - Shit Oneself 061 Chakachas - Stories 062 COCAINE PISS - MY CAKE 063 Wolvennest - Void 064 Willem Vermandere - Onderweg 065 Evil shepherd - Darkness engulfs 066 dEUS - Quatre Mains 067 BEAR - Masks 068 Mark Hollander - Aksak Maboul Saure Gurke 069 àGRUMH - Ha People 070 Brutal Sphincter - Big Mouth, Tiny Hands 071 Chapell International with Rene Costy - Scrabble 072 Acid - Maniac 073 Aborted - Die Verzweiflung 074 Ground Nero - Plethora 075 Crossfire - See you in hell 076 O Veux - Strange 077 Marc Moulin - Tohubohu II. 078 Agathocles - cheers mankind cheers 079 Ostrogoth - Queen of desire 080 SLOW - Aurore 081 Perverted Ceremony - Light the inverted candles 082 Plastic Bertrand - Tout petit la planete 083 Brutus - Sugar dragon 084 Bathsheba - At the end of everything 085 Zeus - Held it 086 Possession - Sacerdotium 087 S to S - I'm a Killer 088 Francis Coppieters - Cross Talk 089 Saqra's Cult - Inkarri 090 Butcher - Iron Bitch 091 Dario Mars and the Guillotines - Soulless 092 Whitesnake - Belgian Tom's Hat Trick 093 Integrity - Cradle To The Grave (Motörhead cover) 094 PARAGON IMPURE - Sade II: Juliette, Queen Of Vice 095 ABORTED - Global flatline 096 Serpents Oath - Nihil 097 Red Zebra - I Can't Live in a Living Room 098 ABBA - Waterloo 099 Incredible Bongo Band - Last Bongo in Belgium 100 dEUS - Theme From Turnpike (from In A Bar, Under The Sea) 101 Enthroned - Sine Qua Non 102 Elton John - Just Like Belgium 103 Agathocles - Sieg Shit 104 The Bee Gees - Walking Back to Waterloo 105 Maurice Chevalier - Manneken Pis 111 Schizophrenia - Perpetual Perdition 333 Tintin theme song 666 Channel Zero - Suck My Energy

Grab your Guylian chocolates and have a good time listening. Play the songs here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC19kFE2Ch75otguETyB8yv-0

#belgium #belgian #Belgian playlist #bands from belgium #belgium playlist #deus #brutus #perverted ceremony #waterloo #iron maiden

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bookdragonlibrary · 5 years

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Fourth Friday YJ appreciation

1-3 ; 4-6 ; 7-9 ; 10-13 ; 14-16 ; 17 ; 18 ; 19 ; 20 ; 21 ; 22 ; 23 ; 24-26

—————————— Exceptional Human Beings

- Is this... Batman works with Oracle. It’s the same tech than Nightwing!

- Yes! These is Katana and Metamorpho! I already love Metamorpho facial expressions! The scene from the trailer! Santa Prisca, Bane’s island! They’re so efficient! (Yeah, I have in mind the first time of the Team on the Island...)

- Is it thanks to Jade’s intel? So they will save Tara? :D

- Victor Stone? So this is Dr Silas Stone! I saw the movie, I know Dr Stone wont have time to go... Oh! The Reach tech is back!

- And it’s Steel or John Irons. (Why every person choosing a English name comes with John?)

- Did... did Metamorpho just turn himself into a fart? Seriously? Katana in the background and the indignated face of Metamorpho xD

- Sex implied, definitely mature content... Is it really the time to talk about Dick? You know what I mean... Wait, was that a joke? Like a subtext joke?

- Training Time! Forager’s sounds are so funny!

- Violet fell because she was blushing and Brion uses his powers because he was blushing. They’re cute! :3

- Nightwing definitely knows Batman is on Santa Prisca already and knows Brion will likely get himself killed with his actual combat skills...

- Deathstroke in the place. Oh she’s Cassandra, Savage’s daughter (yeah a lot of Cassandra this season!)

- She knows Tara! Now she’s is used by Granny Goodness... And Cassandra seems to... like her? She is a different character than Scandal (who is lesbian) right? Because I don’t want our first rep to be a pedophilic rapist, thank you very much... We already had Slade for that in Judas Contract...

- “I have observed that.” Definitely thinking about her sister Olympia :(

- Victor’s team! “I would ask Wonder Woman out!” “Me Black Canary” *Vctor rolls his eyes* Are we wasting screentime for straight idiots? (and I mean it in both ways) Just a question: do you think Victor could be gay with his reactions to the “straights comments”?

- “Cisco, a superhero?!” Well, Francisco Ramon will be a superhero one day (but I don’t know his powers yet.) Don’t worry my dear, a lot of people love Zatanna! He’s a Spanish speaker, from where?

- Victor don’t appreciate the bullying but not interfere :( But he’s so above their shit!

- Boo-yah is back! I can’t believe they also gave this easter egg!

- Batman or how burn someone with only words! xD

- “I always hated that name too!” Why don’t you change for you mother name, Arty? :(

- Violet Harper, I love how the writers connect the dots between the comics and what happens on the show!

- JADE! I love how she’s smiling, like she considerates it. We know she would love that. Why could hold her back? How could she think they don’t need her? Because of her father? Football... er I mean soccer is just a lame excuse! She’s crying! She definitely loves them! :’(

- Katana VS Lady Shiva! OMG Katana also uses a wakizashi (a short saber) with her katana like a samouraï :o

- “Bulletproof. That’s annoying” We already know that line but still funny xD So Metamorpho isn’t fireproof? That’s his true form!

- Oracle time!

- “No, no my guns!” Seriously Bane? Metamorpho just blows them a kiss xD

- Booyah! Someone is still using the goggles... Poor Vic :( “I see great things in your future” while showing a FatherBox. I don’t like it... I know the story but still don’t like it...

- Brucely! (Or Bruce Lee?) Such a good boy!

By the way, Katana never talks. She took a vow of silence after her sensei dies.

—————————— Another Freak

- First, I don’t like the title. I dislike even more the wiring from the Reach tech...

- There’s a bad father/son relationship (I mean with fights) each season, isn’t there? “Scene/seen. Now you’re boying me?” I love the dialogue! I know I could hate the wiring... The “dad” at the end broke my heart :’(

- “But Brion Markov’s attitude will soon change! :D” Forager knows what’s going on between those two. Forager is a Haloforce shipper! Human Forager is so cute!! “Be careful on the boys! They only have one thing on their mind!” “What one thing?” *embarassed Brion* “If we arrive with the councelor and the principal, all the other kids will love us!” My poor summer child... “No flying at school!” xD

- After gory Halo, here’s gory Victor :( And here comes the Fatherbox so bad news?

- “I’m so happy to be here it makes me sick” Violet is still dealing with human emotions. Stay whelmed! Or could it be the Fatherbox?

- Is that Terra with blue hair?? And... freckles? (she has the same character design that in the animated movie) Oh she’s Harper Row. My bad. The whole conversation was hilarious and cute!

- Victor’s still alive!

- Of course, access denied. Nightwing knows he would do it. He did it as Robin first! And of course Nightwing appears! And now they’re fighting...but with it Brion could speak his heart out.

- “How they could know us if they don’t interact with us?” I know Forager. Most human are most judgmental at first sight...

- “Are Violet and Fred freaks?” Oh no sweetie don’t think that :( “But Fred must look like a freak...” He refers to his human form. It’s logical. Would you feel like yourself in an alien form? “Freak is cool.” Exactly! “Two hands only” xD

- Victor is freaking out. Naturally. So... he goes... violet when the fatherbox takes control? Like he calls to be heal. So the violet color has a reverse meaning for a fatherbow than for a motherbox, logical as they are the two faces of the same coin.

- Harper is so sweet!

- Whoa new aura: indigo (between blue and violet). So we still don’t know what blue aura does (and black aura, but I’m not sure it exists). What does it do? She opened a Boom tube?

- “I’m not an abomination. I’m a freak.” That’s the spirit. That’s my girl!

- Pleasedon’tmurderhalo! pleasedon’tmurderhalo! Yes! She’s okay!

- She’s healing him! Poor Vic, he’s so confused. “My work here is done.” Violet is so cute!

- Silas trying to find a common thing with Vic is sweet but yeah.. Vic would feel like a rat lab, ask Ed. “Can I go with you?” His voice was so heartbreaking :( Victor prefers to leave to not hurt his father again :( Yeah he’s angry, it’s understanding. At least, he’s alive right?

- Kind of ironic they boomed tube in a football field...

- Brion is finally moving forward! :D

- Lobo’s finger begins to morph. Slobo on the way!

—————————— Nightmare Monkeys

- Tork from Mars, seriously? xD M’Comm should be so pissed...

Was that the Wilhelm scream?

- “I have practice” My heart :(

- it’s Paul who played Conner in Hello Megan! What time had done to you? Gar’s look when they talked about Marie :( Paul is his godfather! And Rita his godmother. Steven is his stepfather? That means he was with Rita, right? He’s Mento? “Thanks God.” I think they both don’t like the situation but still try to play their part...

- I don’t know if this seashell alien is real or just a costume...

- We were right! Halo IS a Motherbox! What happen to the script? Now we can predict things :( She’s... the reincarnation of the dead Motherbox Doctor X and Psimon studied. So Queen Bee works with Vertigo, since Psimon works for Quee Bee. So Gabrielle Daou consciousness died, murdered by Bedlam’s minions and the Motherbox soul regenerates/resurected in her body because she needed a vessel. But Violet still has some of Gabrielle’s memories via the brain, but maybe not her thoughts or emotions?

- I love the Emerald Crown teasing! Was Gar talking about his mother(s) when he said queen? That needle doesn’t seem good...

- “And now he tells you to be patient...” xD

Sphere, stay whelmed! And... the Fatherbow is awake again... And... Conner is shirtless again... Halo has clearly no idea what she’s doing. So cute she calms Sphere down :)

- So that doesn”t sound good... Encino, what/where that could be?

- “He’s dead, Tom.” What that the voice of... WALLY??? And all the dead heroes in the grotto... I mean Watchtower garden.

- Great! Supermartian know how to communicate now :) “Alone time” Weren’t you have a “intimate” time in a bathroom two episodes ago? “Date night/Secret base” Yeah Wolf me too. They got the communication, not the understanding...

- “The Reach... I mean the Klamulons” seriously?

- Tula, Ted Kord, Jason, was that the chronological order? I thought Ted was the last one. That’s why in season Tim went to Jason’s hologramme. Ted Kord died during the Summer break and they were in February. So Tim was a really young Robin!

- Wally speaks to casually about their death. “Who’s next? Guess it’s me.” Does that mean he’s not dead yet? But could soon be? Wally’s death scene reminds me how good the previous style was... RIP too! “Cancel the show already?” I heard the 4th wall break down.

- DOOM PATROL GO! WHAT’S THE HECK?The 4th wall is collapsing in a firy explosion.

- Garfield also collapsed. AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Rita Aka Elasticgirl with Starfire’s voice. Chief with Robin’s voice. Robotman with Cyborg’s voice (more like Cyborg’s father xD), Negative Woman with Raven’s voice.

- Steve Dayton is indeed Rita’s husband; So Rita adopted Garfield when Marie died? She did!

- “Sorry your mom(s?) died!” The song. “Just say goodbye to your second mom!” Rita and Marie were together? Was Rita bi/pan? “Let’s die!”

- Of course M’gann save the day, back with her season 1 appearance. The whole Mento’s speech is how Gar sees the situation right? Not the truth right? “I was 14.” Wait, all of this (except Marie’s death) only happen last year?

- M’gann is there to save her brother!

“Sure you’re even born yet?” This joke could also work with Bart. Man, if Bart was in that episode...

- “Queen Bee wants her honey back!” That was a lesbian joke right? The first rep of this season would be Queen Bee? Being Bi? (Why in English bi is pronounced like by and not bee? Do you see the missed joke here?)

- “Let’s watch the episode you were in.” Season 2. The pieces of the 4th wall break again.

- “Shut it down.” “I can’t hear a heartbeat.” He meant the channel, not the heart, Wally. Wait, was it a death wish because Gar can’t handle with all the mourning happening in a few minutes?

- Reminder: Beast Boy’s metagene was activated by Martian transfusion and a bite from a green monkey.

- Mass conservation? Is it a clue for Wally’s return? Like his mass was conserved somewhere when he was desintegrated? A place where he can save Garfield from the Goggles? How can Gar remember Wally’s death if he wasn’t even there?! But he appears as the green monkey to show a parallel? Between the monkey and blood transfusion saving him and Wally saving him now?

- Come back as a hero my boy!

- “Are you real or is this all in my head?” Ask Dumbledore, kid.

- M’gann is in the place! White but with a green aura.

- Yes, I think it was a distraction to cope with all the trauma.

- “Ready to get back to reality. Ready to get back to the life.” hero life? It was both litteral and metaphorical.

- Perdita who don’t understand the Team’s slang :) Gar, did you teach anything to her?

- Garfield finally understand that Gretchen is a bad guy. But it feels off as we already know it. The Evolution episode should have happen after this I think?

- Emerald Crown is so cute! Their kiss was ok, but why M’gann are you doing the same in front of your brother?

- Haloforce kiss! After we finally understand who Violet is! But I would like to see the moment which brings to the kiss :(

- Sphere!

- Of course Wally won’t come back until part b or even the end of the season, will he?

—————————— True Heroes

- It’s Halloween! Halo and Forager are adorable as usual.

- Poor Vic :( Halloween cancel and Violet can’t come :( Forager drives bioship xD (Such a weird sentence...)

- Tara is 15, same age than Bart and Gar.

- Dr Jace had a little girl. who was taken from her. Was she meta? It’s thay why she started to work with Bedlam? To have intel to find her? Or did Bedlam blackmail her to make her work for him? That’s why she’s is so overprotecting with the kids?

- “You’re be my little girl for tonight.” That sounds creepy, right?

- “I know I said pretend I’m not here but I’m.” Yeah, Dr Jace, maybe not the best way to explain where the teenager hormones lead to...

- “Vulnerable” weaks the Fatherbox up. Great. And it’s because she is vulnerable, Dr Jace tries to be closer?

- Cameron (Icycle Jr) and the Terror Twins grew up so much... And not in a good way. I miss the Twins’ design in season 1. They get uglier each season, bad guy cliche. But Tommy could be the Bad Blue Beetle from Bart’s future, they have quite the same morphology and Queen Bee sold Chimmer to the Reach, why not him too?

- Holocaust?

- Wolf attacking the Fatherrbox.

Dr Jace just took a violet ray and if they’re like Halo’s yellow one she should be badly injured... Not just inconscious.

- Emotions turn off Halo’s powers? They just activated them!

- Earth VS FIre. Terra lost :(

- Stay Whelmed, Brion!

- Psimon out! Wait, did just Devastation called him baby?

- Tara is free!

- And Holocaust is with a Queen Bee’s minions.

- Family reunion!

- YJ is now a scary movie. Maybe it’s just panic which shut down Halo’s powers? Fight Vic! “The problem is I had too much.” So it was panic. Now save him!

- Yeah, go save the other kids!

- The conversation between Junior and SB is so chill (no pun intended) and funny. “She was my girl.” “But I was into her.” Dudes, it’s not a competition or a race, just let the girl decide maybe?

- “Maybe that means there’s hope for me too!” Redeem arc foreshadowing?

- “Ow.” Junior plays dead.

- Can we appreciate SB’s combat style?

- Princess speech!

- The Black girl speaks French? Who they could be? Anita?

- League and Team squads were successful” I wish we could have seen them :(

- Dr Jace activated Tara’s metagene on the blackmailing to kill her :o

- Princess speech! :D

- Violet cry of joy is so cute! :)

- “M’gann’s gonna kill me.” xD

- Wait, why is Dr Jace taking Violet’s, hair?

- “They’re ready for the Team!” We’re gonna go our children back! But maybe give Tara some rest?

- “I’m in.” So we go for the Judas Contract storyline? Or that is a mislead?

- Wolf in the Bioship!

5 months to wait now :(

#young justice #YJ reviews #watch young justice outsiders #watch young justice

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rhymingteelookatme · 5 years

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5 Things- Ascella Parvin

Note- like @aethernoise, I find I can’t think of alternate names for Ascella. People have tried to shorten it, but ultimately they find that nothing will really do except her actual name.

Emotions

Joy

Determination

Rage

Worry

Love

Colours

purple (iris and/or royal)

green (teal or apple)

millioncorn yellow

lotus pink

sky blue

Scents

Moss

Hot chocolate

Ink

Sweat

Lavender

Vices

Forgetfulness (hence the journal as memory enhancement)

Talking to herself

Reticence (somewhat undercut by the self-talking)

Self-doubt

Bad sleep habits

Clothing

Knee-high boots

Metallic accents

Gloves

Full coverage for protection

Pockets... So. Many. Pockets.

Body Language

Resting Serious Face

Knuckles smushed to corner of mouth

Tensing at unexpected loud sounds

Running hand through bangs

Nail picking

Aesthetic

Yellow lamplight in a dark night

Low-burning candles

Foggy woods

Pale sky at first light

Ink-streaked hands and handwritten pages

Objects

A blue ribbon tied like a bracelet

Current journal (the filled ones live in her Rising Stones room)

Dried flowers (in pockets, in book pages, etc.)

Bard ringbands (the gold ones and the silver ones)

Peach-blossom earrings

Songs

“If My Heart Was A House” -Owl City

“O Mistress Mine” -Emilie Autumn (standing by this one)

“Mad Tom of Bedlam” -Charlene Kaye

“Asleep” -The Smiths

“Autumn Carol” -act II, Cyrano musical, original cast

tagged by: @stars-bleed-hearts-shine

tagging: youm! if you want!

#Ascella Parvin #my child of the character memes #FFXIV #yes there is a Cyrano de Bergerac musical #and it is glorious I tell you #but I'm a complete pushover for Cyrano anyhow

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clarasghosts · 6 years

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so i was tagged in this absolute ages ago by @elloette and @firstwizardingwar and then forgot to ever actually do it??? let’s be real, it’s not the first time this has happened.

A to Z meme tag

rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better

a - age: 26

b - birthplace: California

c - current time: 5:30 PM

d - drink you last had: sun tea

e - easiest person to talk to: uhhhhhhhhh, my cat? (i’m having a crisis answer these questions all of a sudden)

f - favourite song: the hardest question.... could easily be.... tall tales for spring or operation by vanessa carlton, mars by sleeping at last, or the entire romantic works album by keaton henson

g - grossest memory: while on a motorcycle i came within arms reach of a vulture eating a fawn, but i was more in awe of the sight than anything at the time.

h - horror yes or horror no: yes, but i’m picky about my horror.

i - in love?: no

j - jealous of people?: there’s a little part of me that’s jealous of those with stable careers and lives.

l - love at first sight or should i walk by again?: what an oddly worded question

m - middle name: ruth

n - number of siblings: this is a difficult question for me to answer as i grew up with a number of foster siblings, some of which i am closer with than others

o - one wish: to be financially stable and safe

p - person you called last: my dad

q - question you are always asked: i don’t think i have an answer for this one

r - reason to smile: you can mix a spoonful of nutella into some plain yogurt, top that shit with some granola or dried coconut or fresh fruit or combination, and have a great breakfast in which you can eat yogurt without hating the plain taste or the weird texture.

s - song you sang last: mad tom of bedlam (an anonymous ballad)

t - time you woke up: 7 am

u - underwear colour: black

v - vacation destination: scotland or ireland or anywhere scandinavian; it’s so hot here that i’m really just dreaming of being somewhere with better weather

w - worst habit: letting anxiety and depression keep me from doing things (i don’t know if that’s a bad habit or i’m being too hard on myself or if it’s a mix of both)

x - x-rays: odd question - is it a question? is it asking all x-rays? most recent x-rays? my most recent x-ray was of my ankle which i injured crossing the street a couple of months ago on the day that i had to submit my thesis so i kept walking on it anyway to get my shit in, and didn’t get it check out until the following week. it wasn’t broken, and is almost entirely healed by now (it’s still a little stiff and can hurt easily)

y - your favourite food: chocolate covered fruit or anything creole

z - zodiac sign: cancer

#i feel like this post brought forth a lot of my anxiety #not tagging on this one just because it's a late one and also trying to think of people to tag is making my brain foggy

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ofblcckcats · 4 years

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You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time— Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off the beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene An engine, an engine, Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew. The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true. With my gypsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew. I have always been scared of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You— Not God but a swastika So black no sky could squeak through. Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you. You stand at the blackboard, daddy, In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less the black man who Bit my pretty red heart in two. I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do. But they pulled me out of the sack, And they stuck me together with glue. And then I knew what to do. I made a model of you, A man in black with a Meinkampf look And a love of the rack and the screw. And I said I do, I do. So daddy, I'm finally through. The black telephone's off at the root, The voices just can't worm through. If I've killed one man, I've killed two— The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years, if you want to know. Daddy, you can lie back now. There's a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through. In Memory of W. B. Yeats by W. H. Auden I He disappeared in the dead of winter: The brooks were frozen, the airports almost deserted, And snow disfigured the public statues; The mercury sank in the mouth of the dying day. What instruments we have agree The day of his death was a dark cold day. Far from his illness The wolves ran on through the evergreen forests, The peasant river was untempted by the fashionable quays; By mourning tongues The death of the poet was kept from his poems. But for him it was his last afternoon as himself, An afternoon of nurses and rumours; The provinces of his body revolted, The squares of his mind were empty, Silence invaded the suburbs, The current of his feeling failed; he became his admirers. Now he is scattered among a hundred cities And wholly given over to unfamiliar affections, To find his happiness in another kind of wood And be punished under a foreign code of conscience. The words of a dead man Are modified in the guts of the living. But in the importance and noise of to-morrow When the brokers are roaring like beasts on the floor of the Bourse, And the poor have the sufferings to which they are fairly accustomed, And each in the cell of himself is almost convinced of his freedom, A few thousand will think of this day As one thinks of a day when one did something slightly unusual. What instruments we have agree The day of his death was a dark cold day. II You were silly like us; your gift survived it all: The parish of rich women, physical decay, Yourself. Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry. Now Ireland has her madness and her weather still, For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives In the valley of its making where executives Would never want to tamper, flows on south From ranches of isolation and the busy griefs, Raw towns that we believe and die in; it survives, A way of happening, a mouth. III Earth, receive an honoured guest: William Yeats is laid to rest. Let the Irish vessel lie Emptied of its poetry. In the nightmare of the dark All the dogs of Europe bark, And the living nations wait, Each sequestered in its hate; Intellectual disgrace Stares from every human face, And the seas of pity lie Locked and frozen in each eye. Follow, poet, follow right To the bottom of the night, With your unconstraining voice Still persuade us to rejoice; With the farming of a verse Make a vineyard of the curse, Sing of human unsuccess In a rapture of distress; In the deserts of the heart Let the healing fountain start, In the prison of his days Teach the free man how to praise. Proem: To Brooklyn Bridge by Hart Crane How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of tumult, building high Over the chained bay waters Liberty— Then, with inviolate curve, forsake our eyes As apparitional as sails that cross Some page of figures to be filed away; —Till elevators drop us from our day ... I think of cinemas, panoramic sleights With multitudes bent toward some flashing scene Never disclosed, but hastened to again, Foretold to other eyes on the same screen; And Thee, across the harbor, silver-paced As though the sun took step of thee, yet left Some motion ever unspent in thy stride,— Implicitly thy freedom staying thee! Out of some subway scuttle, cell or loft A bedlamite speeds to thy parapets, Tilting there momently, shrill shirt ballooning, A jest falls from the speechless caravan. Down Wall, from girder into street noon leaks, A rip-tooth of the sky's acetylene; All afternoon the cloud-flown derricks turn ... Thy cables breathe the North Atlantic still. And obscure as that heaven of the Jews, Thy guerdon ... Accolade thou dost bestow Of anonymity time cannot raise: Vibrant reprieve and pardon thou dost show. O harp and altar, of the fury fused, (How could mere toil align thy choiring strings!) Terrific threshold of the prophet's pledge, Prayer of pariah, and the lover's cry,— Again the traffic lights that skim thy swift Unfractioned idiom, immaculate sigh of stars, Beading thy path—condense eternity: And we have seen night lifted in thine arms. Under thy shadow by the piers I waited; Only in darkness is thy shadow clear. The City's fiery parcels all undone, Already snow submerges an iron year ... O Sleepless as the river under thee, Vaulting the sea, the prairies' dreaming sod, Unto us lowliest sometime sweep, descend And of the curveship lend a myth to God. Tom O' Bedlam's Song anonymous ballad, circa 1620 From the hag and hungry goblin That into rags would rend ye, The spirit that stands by the naked man In the Book of Moons, defend ye. That of your five sound senses You never be forsaken, Nor wander from your selves with Tom Abroad to beg your bacon, While I do sing, Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. Of thirty bare years have I Twice twenty been enragèd, And of forty been three times fifteen In durance soundly cagèd. On the lordly lofts of Bedlam With stubble soft and dainty, Brave bracelets strong, sweet whips, ding-dong, With wholesome hunger plenty, And now I sing, Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. With a thought I took for Maudlin, And a cruse of cockle pottage, With a thing thus tall, sky bless you all, I befell into this dotage. I slept not since the Conquest, Till then I never wakèd, Till the roguish boy of love where I lay Me found and stript me nakèd. While I do sing, Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. When I short have shorn my sow's face And swigged my horny barrel, In an oaken inn, I pound my skin As a suit of gilt apparel; The moon's my constant mistress, And the lovely owl my marrow; The flaming drake and the night crow make Me music to my sorrow. While I do sing, Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. The palsy plagues my pulses When I prig your pigs or pullen Your culvers take, or matchless make Your Chanticleer or Sullen. When I want provant, with Humphry I sup, and when benighted, I repose in Paul's with waking souls, Yet never am affrighted. But I do sing, Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. I know more than Apollo, For oft when he lies sleeping I see the stars at mortal wars In the wounded welkin weeping. The moon embrace her shepherd, And the Queen of Love her warrior, While the first doth horn the star of morn, And the next the heavenly Farrier. While I do sing, Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. The Gypsies, Snap and Pedro, Are none of Tom's comradoes, The punk I scorn, and the cutpurse sworn And the roaring boy's bravadoes. The meek, the white, the gentle, Me handle not nor spare not; But those that cross Tom Rynosseross Do what the panther dare not. Although I sing, Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. With an host of furious fancies, Whereof I am commander, With a burning spear and a horse of air To the wilderness I wander. By a knight of ghosts and shadows I summoned am to tourney Ten leagues beyond the wide world's end: Methinks it is no journey. Yet I will sing, Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. After the Persian by Louise Bogan I I do not wish to know The depths of your terrible jungle: From what nest your leopard leaps Or what sterile lianas are at once your serpents' disguise and home. I am the dweller on the temperate threshold, The strip of corn and vine, Where all is translucence (the light!) Liquidity, and the sound of water. Here the days pass under shade And the nights have the waxing and the waning moon. Here the moths take flight at evening; Here at morning the dove whistles and the pigeons coo. Here, as night comes on, the fireflies wink and snap Close to the cool ground, Shining in a profusion Celestial or marine. Here it is never wholly dark but always wholly green, And the day stains with what seems to be more than the sun What may be more than my flesh. II I have wept with the spring storm; Burned with the brutal summer. Now, hearing the wind and the twanging bow-strings, I know what winter brings. The hunt sweeps out upon the plain And the garden darkens. They will bring the trophies home To bleed and perish Beside the trellis and the lattices, Beside the fountain, still flinging diamond water, Beside the pool (Which is eight-sided, like my heart). III All has been translated into treasure: Weightless as amber, Translucent as the currant on the branch, Dark as the rose's thorn. Where is the shimmer of evil? This is the shell's iridescence And the wild bird's wing. IV Ignorant, I took up my burden in the wilderness. Wise with great wisdom, I shall lay it down upon flowers. V Goodbye, goodbye! There was so much to love, I could not love it all; I could not love it enough. Some things I overlooked, and some I could not find. Let the crystal clasp them When you drink your wine, in autumn. Elegy Written in a Country Church-Yard by Thomas Gray The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds: Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share, Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!

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