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Hi, can I request you do my favorite poem, Samuel Taylor Coleridge's "Kubla Khan"? (Can be found here, skipping the intro, beginning with "In Xanadu"). I confess I'm quite hoping it will be a moth. Thank you!!
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Lucian's Library 3
Feel free to suggest never written books you wish you could read.
Option slightly shaved to fit the format.
#Patrick Rothfuss#The Kingkiller Chronicle#The Sandman#Terry Pratchett#The Mystery of Edwin Drood#Charles Dickens#Hilary Mantel#Shirley Jackson#Elizabeth Gaskell#A Mansfield Park#Jane Austen#Patrick O'Brian#Aubrey–Maturin series#C.S. Lewis#Agamemnon#Dorothy L. Sayers#Lord Peter Wimsey#Kubla Khan#Samuel Taylor Coleridge#Christopher Marlowe#Kit Marlow
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the Kubla Khan Portfolio, by Frank Frazetta. the original owner of this copy commissioned Steve Oliff to hand color the five plates.
#Frank Frazetta#Steve Oliff#Kubla Khan Portfolio#Portfolio#the Kubla Khan Portfolio#Comics#Art#Illustration#Master Class#Kubla Khan
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Frank Frazetta Kubla Khan portfolio set of five plates
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Desiderium (E, 6.1k): draco/harry
Tags: POV Draco, clubbing, minor drug use, fuckbuddies, Draco is a writer, EWE, canon divergence, thunderstorms, body shots, kissing, edging, oral sex, legilimency, wandless magic, pining, staying up all night, this fic is almost entirely one sex scene, except they talk through most of it
Summary: Their club, their loo, their writing on the wall—it has to be enough. Until it isn’t.
Draco kept his arm glued to Potter’s waist, clinging to the pretence of keeping him upright as they navigated the maze of sweltering, moving bodies out into the night. It was humid, threatening rain, and Draco faltered at the sidewalk, sucking deep breaths into his lungs, with no idea where to apparate. He’d never been to Potter’s house. Evening flowers poured out over boxes along the street, spilling over the eaves, the scent cloying, and on the horizon was the last indication it had ever been day—a greenish line, like the flash of a curse.
Potter breathed hot into his neck. “Do you trust me?”
“No.”
“Ah, well,” said Potter, as he sucked them out of sight.
For @hp-poetry-fest, inspired by Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Much love and thanks to @mono-chromia, @the-fools-errand, @nv-md, and @epitomereally for your eyes on this🌹
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(some spoilery thoughts/author notes under the cut!)
I loved the concept of poetry fest and have been wanting to push myself to write longer scenes, and this was the result. Something I love about Kubla Khan as a poem is how sexy it is, especially upon a second read, and how beautifully it represents paradise not only as a state of artistic creation, but also a feeling that we constantly strive towards but can never quite reach. I was captivated by a Harry who goes through life still halfway in Xanadu, the liminal place between life and death he visited when he died. But of course, 'his flashing eyes, his floating hair'... Harry needed a witness, someone who was both drawn to him and terrified of getting too close. Draco, who initially believes Harry doesn't care for him, still can't help himself, and offers Harry both a reminder that he's alive and a witness to Harry's worst and most wonderful memory. And ultimately, while Draco is Harry's path to Xanadu, Xanadu becomes Draco's path to Harry.
I also wanted to explore this theme through the sex by writing a story where neither of them come. There is no moment of release in that way, which to me was important to convey the feeling that what you most desire is close, but just out of reach. I loved playing with the tension, edging both them and the reader, and in the end leaving them still searching. Anyway, just some thoughts I had while writing, and know that I love you if you read this far.
#hp poetry fest 2023#honeybeet writes#drarry#drarry fic#draco x harry#writer musings#writing#kubla khan#poetry
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Khan. Alphoi are weird frog freaks in my heart
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"In Xanadu did Kubla Khan / A stately pleasure-dome decree: / Where Alph, the sacred river, ran / Through caverns measureless to man / Down to a sunless sea."
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"Kubla Khan" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (read by Sir Ian McKellen)
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round;
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean;
And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ’twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Source: The Poetry of Coleridge, 2006
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Seal's "Kiss from a Rose" and Samuel Taylor Coleridge's "Kubla Khan" have the same feeling.
#nonsense#samuel taylor coleridge#kubla khan#seal#kiss from a rose#same vibe#i miss twitter#this made more sense back then on Twitter
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Alright!!! The first thing that comes to mind to infodump about is the Romantics, so I am going to tell you about. hm. the story about the writing of Kubla Khan.
Kubla Khan is a poem by Coleridge named after the real life 13th century Mongolian emperor. This, along with the text of the poem, is... basically all that's concrete about it. It's generally accepted that it was probably written in October 1797, but given that Coleridge didn't really date his poems after he wrote them and also really really loved lying and all forms of embellishment, that's mostly just the best educated guess there is, not a hard and fast fact. I've heard summer 1797, winter 1797, even spring 1798, but in general October 1797 is the most likely and accepted date of composition.
And now for how it was written. oh boy.
Let's go over Coleridge's story first. According to him, the night that it was written he was staying in a farmhouse in the southwest of England, due to an illness he needed to recover from before he could travel back to his house. He was reading the book Purchas his Pilgrimes by Samuel Purchas, which is. uh. I think it's about Chinese history? idk I've never read it. Anyway, Coleridge had also taken an amount of opium to help him sleep, and fell asleep reading about Kublai Khan. He then had a wonderful dream in which he composed 200-300 lines of poetry about Kublai Khan, and when he woke he hurried to write them down--but was interrupted! by someone who is only credited as a "person from Porlock." And therefore what we have of Kubla Khan is unfinished, because he forgot what he needed to write as he was trying to get the visitor to leave.
So that's Coleridge's side of things, and the story has become quite well known, enough that it's almost part of the poem. However, there are several gaping holes in this story:
The biggest one is probably the book he claimed to have been reading. It was a very rare book even back then, which made it unlikely that he would have found a copy at some random farmhouse, and it was almost 1000 pages long, meaning that you probably wouldn't carry it around while hiking across England. It's been suggested that maybe he was just thinking about the book and claimed to have been reading it for a better story (this absolutely sounds like something he would have done tbh) but idk.
Coleridge later changed multiple details about the writing of it, especially the details of the drug he had been taking when he wrote it. This could just come down to the fact that he didn't want to have to deal with 18thc ableism against drug users, but I guess what I'm saying is that if he was willing to change one detail for publication there's a good chance he was willing to change others.
Speaking of drugs, given some later events (particularly the time that he thought he saw Wordsworth and Sara Hutchison ah. up to something. but that's it's own post) Coleridge definitely wasn't at his most reliable when sleep deprived and on opium. Which, I mean, no one is, but with Coleridge in particular there's other documented instances of events happening to him after he had taken a bunch of opium and him not being quite sure if what was happening was really real.
It's a very ah. convenient story. Coleridge couldn't finish this poem but oh it wasn't his fault! it was the fellow on business from Porlock! It's also very similar to other stories he would tell about other poems he couldn't finish (usually for mental illness reasons), which were more blatantly made up, which makes me doubt a little bit that it's real. With Coleridge, it's frankly much more likely that he just couldn't figure out how to finish it or couldn't force himself to finish it, leading to him going "oh making up an outlandish story about why it's unfinished would be more fun than actually finishing this." To be fair though "the vibes are off" isn't a very good reason to doubt it but also. the vibes are definitely off.
To be honest we'll probably never know if Coleridge was telling the truth about the whole story or if he just made it up but y'know. it's fun to think about. Also the poem we got out of it is pretty good, you should go and read it.
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In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge
From Kubla Khan
Read by Anthony Andrews
#Samuel Taylor Coleridge#Kubla Khan#Anthony Andrews#The Romantic Spirit#1982#poem#poetry#Saleh Badrah#Poetictouch
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Fun fact?
Today You Learned about the Person from Porlock!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge has an unfinished poem called “Kubla Khan” which he was very salty about leaving unfinished. Because you see, Coleridge often based his poetry on his (possibly opium-induced) dreams, and he had a vivid dream that he woke up and immediately started working on. But then! Someone came to his door!
The person’s name and identity remain unknown, but is referred to as the “Person from Porlock” (though there is speculation as to who it was) and they spoke for over an hour. But when he went back to his work–ohes noes! Coleridge could barely remember the dream! So he never tried to complete the poem after that.
So in case you had to read the fragment of “Kubla Khan” in high school and did not know why it was only a fragment, now you know.
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I need a jean jacket with the entirety of coleridge's "Kubla Khan" embroidered on the back...for reasons
#the reason being it would look cool & sexy on me#text post#lit#🔪🔪🔪#(I'm not threatening anyone at knifepoint to get me this jacket ive just been trying out a new tag for my ramblings lol)#samuel taylor coleridge#kubla khan
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Your beauty is beyond compare
Your flashing eyes, your floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice, Jolene
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The Story of Stephen Colbert’s Ruptured Appendix
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Kubla Kong
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