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She Moved with Shameless Wonder; The Perfect Creature Rarely Seen - Sandie Collins Imagine [Last Night in Soho]

Title: She Moved with Shameless Wonder; The Perfect Creature Rarely Seen

Pairing: Sandie Collins X Reader

Based On: Foreigner's God

Word Count: 1,087 words

Warning(s): murder (self-defense), violence

Summary: Sandie meets an unexpected kind soul. Little did she know how protective and stubborn that kind soul could become when they saw something wrong.

Author's Note: This is the second story I've written where Matt Smith just gets decked. And they've been different characters.

HOZIER [2014] WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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Meeting Sandie for the first time was more of a coincidence than anything.

It started with me trying to simply be kind. To show an act of good faith to whatever new neighbors opened the door.

I had knocked on her door, only hearing muttering voices going back and forth on the other side of the door. I carefully balanced the plate I was carrying in one hand.

I almost felt shoved backward when the door opened.

There was no arguing that Sandie was gorgeous. She was easily the most beautiful person that I had ever laid eyes on. It was like a siren song. I had no choice other than to keep my focus solely on her.

I wasn't one to entertain the concept of fate, but I questioned it less harshly in that moment.

I tried to make it seem like I wasn't completely entranced by her. "H-Hi."

"Hi," she replied. Her voice was more inquisitive than mine. But I wasn't shocked by that.

"Sorry, I just... I moved in recently. Across the street," I vaguely motioned in that direction. "I wanted to introduce myself. Make a good impression."

She raised an eyebrow at me.

"Honestly, you've been the only person to answer."

I forced an awkward laugh as silence filled the space around us.

"Well, I made brownies," I continued. I awkwardly offered them to her. "I'm (Y/n)."

She took the plate from me. "Sandie."

"Nice to meet you."

That was when a man stepped out from behind the door.

"Oh, hello," I waved at him. "I'm (Y/n)."

He reached out to shake my hand. "Jack."

He made me uneasy.

Something about him seemed off. His smile seemed false. It felt like the charm he showed would cause some kind of light in his eyes. But they were... dark. Strangely dark. Like any kindness he showed was merely a shell hiding something much worse underneath.

I tried to hide the nervousness with a smile.

"I'll leave you both to enjoy those," I said. "If you ever need anything, then I'm just across the street. I'll usually answer."

They both nodded to me.

I walked away with one more wave.

I didn't have many conversations with Sandie or Jack after that day.

I saw Sandie quite often. She would be coming or going around the same time that I was. We would wave to each other. A small sign of good nature.

At first, she seemed to only do it out of politeness. I could tell by the tightness of her grin and the abruptness of her movements. I never took it personally. She may have had more to her story than I knew. I had no right to assume that I understood all of her thoughts.

Over time, she seemed to warm to me more.

Her smile softened. Her eyes too. Her waves would be far less stiff and awkward. An act of politeness turned into that of friendship and some kind of shared respect.

I never intended to interfere with Sandie's personal life.

I had all intention to keep to myself and allow her to make her own choices.

But everyone had personal limits for things like that.

My limit was met one night.

I had gotten home later than usual. I was about to go inside when I heard yelling across the street. It made me stop.

I had heard couples bickering before. But this just seemed... different. Something was pushing me to go over there. To do something.

It was so out of character for me. But I still did it.

No one would answer when I knocked. I moved and slammed my shoulder into it. I was alarmed at how easy it was for the door to open.

The yelling seemed to get even louder.

I recognized Sandie's voice first.

I panicked, running up the stairs to find her. The door to her room wasn't locked.

I opened it to find Jack and Sandie yelling in each other's faces. He had his hands wrapped around her wrists. They both paused, looking at me.

"What the hell are you doing," I asked.

"Get out," he snapped at me. He only let go of one of Sandie's arms, twisting it a bit as he stepped over to me. "This is none of your business."

"It became my business when you grabbed her," I replied.

"Is that right?"

"Yeah, it is!"

Sandie took the distraction as her chance to yank her arm out of his hand. That's when I spotted the knife nearby. My mind felt like it was going at the speed of light. What had he been planning that night?

"Oh, for fuck's sake," he muttered.

He stepped closer to me.

I don't know what convinced me to do this, but I lifted my fist and punched him. It wasn't going to do much damage because I had never properly punched someone before, but it was enough to force him to stumble back a bit. I stepped forward, grabbing Sandie's hand.

"Come on," I told her.

Jack had already pulled himself back together, ignoring the blood running from his nostrils. He moved to grab at me.

I only managed to push him back. It felt like slow motion after that. All I truly saw was Sandie stabbing the knife into Jack's chest.

I went into shock after that.

She continued stabbing him. Over and over.

I didn't get my body to move for a moment. Not until I realized that Sandie was coated in blood and Jack was left on the floor. If he wasn't dead, then he would be soon.

I grabbed her arm. "Sandie, stop!"

She stopped moving when she felt my hand. She looked at me. Tears were built along the bottom of her eyes. She was shaking.

"It's over," I promised.

A sob escaped her. I carefully pulled her away from the body as I hugged her tightly.

"It's over, it's over," I kept repeating. "It's all done. You're okay."

I pressed a kiss to her head.

"Come on," I guided her to stand up. "We should get you cleaned up."

"What about him," she asked as we walked to the door.

I glared at him. "No one will miss him. Not really."

She took a deep breath.

"We'll take care of this," I continued. "I swear. We'll handle this. I'll protect you. As long as you're safe, I'll do anything."

She slowly nodded. "Thank you."

I let a grin pull at my lips. "Anything for you."

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Author's Note: I was trying to kind of hint that Eloise was there for this and had a hand in getting the reader over there for the fight. How'd I do?

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Dollar Bin #8:

Judy Collins' Fifth Album

Judy Collins had it rough.

Like just about everyone else in history, her songwriting could never compare with that of Joni Mitchell, Sandy Denny or Leonard Cohen; rather she introduced the world to those artists by covering Clouds, Who Knows Where the Time Goes and Susanne. Nearly 60 years later we're more than content to listen to Joni, Sandy and Leonard's own versions and forget all about poor Judy.

And her version of Amazing Grace is nice, sure, but comparing her take to Aretha Franklin's is as silly as comparing my writing to that of my famous brother.

And no matter how many times she posed in the nude with odd, defiant joy Collins could never compete in the looks department with Linda Ronstadt. Who could? All Linda had to do was put on a Porky Pig tank top.

Collins couldn't even win the boyfriend war. Joan Baez claimed Bob Dylan long before his ship came in, so Collins had to shack up with none other than our forever nemesis Stephen Stills, her sweet blue eyes serving as the muse for one of his only good songs before he wandered off to forever suck.

So it's no wonder that the Dollar Bin is chock full of Judy Collins.

(Please note that I bought my copy for a mere 91 cents. And that was in the last year. After noting this, please join me in praise of the God of the Dollar Bin, from whom all blessings flow.)

Anyway, don't be fooled when you see Judy's Fifth Album lodged between Captain & Tennille's corpulent dogs and CS&N's schooner of certain destruction. Snap Fifth Album up; it's awesome.

So let's drop the needle!

Collins' spent her first four albums stuck in the Hootenanny Spin Cycle, producing an album every 6 months full of churning, seasick guitar work and strident, declarative singing. Baez's sound at the time is similar; like stage actors 25 years earlier who couldn't adjust to film's close ups, early 60's folk singers, Dylan excepted, all belt to the back row when in the studio. It's as if they are unsure how exactly this new fangeled thing called "amplification" works.

But with Fifth Album, recorded in 1965, Collins achieves comfort and ease before the microphone, setting the stage for every studio singer who's come since; she sings to us rather than at us, and every moment is wonderful.

Let's start with Thirsty Boots. I always wondered why Dylan covered the song, pretty terribly, for Self Portrait. Now I know. Bob wanted to sound like Judy.

Equally great is her take on Mr. Tambourine Man. There's a lot to say about the track; here it is if you'd like to listen while I ramble.

Dylan's original hit the street in March 65; the Byrds altered the world's axis with their cover a month later. Collins' version didn't come out until the next Fall but it's unclear when she actually recorded the song.

Without any proof, I'd argue that she laid her take down that same Spring. After all, she doesn't sing the song as if it's a Dylan or Byrds cover. Instead, it sounds like she heard Bob sing the song in her apartment one night, demanded the lyrics, then went into the studio and owned it on her own terms the next day.

Sure, Roger McGuinn, who'd served as a mediocre player and arranger for Collins on her previous studio record, invented that iconic 12 electric string sound. Sure, Dylan knew his way around a six string. But Collins straight up shreds on the guitar; no one else is playing for her here. Had she been born 20 or 30 years later and not been shackled by 60's and 70's sexism, it's easy to imagine Judy showing Kim Deal, Kristin Hersh, PJ Harvey and all the boygeniuses who followed how to rock.

There's a lot more to this record. Collins' does her trademark thing yet again, introducing the world to Gordon Lightfoot via her cover of Early Morning Rain. Yes, I know, Ian and Sylvia put out their version a month earlier. But who wants to listen to them when we could listen to Judy?

A year or so later she'd take her talent agent shtick to a whole other level by famously talking Leonard Cohen out of his reticence to even get on stage. Collins knew talent when she heard it, long before others. That's why she relegated Stills to bass in her band in the late 60's and never covered one of his crummy songs.

Let's end with perhaps the most obscure track on the record, The Coming of the Roads. I keep a list in my wallet of previously unknown-to-me artists to seek out whenever I'm deep in the Dollar Bin. Because of Collins' cover of this song, Billy Edd Wheeler is currently underlined on that list.

Dear friends, I hope you are all well. Thank you for reading. I hope your next hunt through the Dollar Bin turns up something half as beautiful as this track.

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Dünya müzik olarak hiçbir zaman 1960 -2000 arasındaki romantizmi yakalayamayacak...

O dönemlerin en sevdiğim şarkılarından bazılarını sizler için paylaşıyorum....Unuttuklarım olabilir...Lütfen siz de ekleyin..

Sevgiler..

Aydın İzbudak

Santa Esmeralda -Your My Everything

Black - Wonderful Life

Michael Fugain - Une Belle Historie

Jason Donovan - Sealed With A Kiss

Stevie Wonder - I Just Called To Say I Love You

Lionel Richie - Hello

Rockwell - Knife

Richard Marx - Right Here Waiting

Whitney Houston - I Will Always Love You

Whitney Houston - I Have Nothing

Cat Stevens - Lady d'Arbanville

Elton John- Little Jeannie

Jermaine Jackson, Pia Zadora - When the Rain Begins to Fall.

The Eagles - Hotel California

King Crimson - Epitaph..

No Doubt - Don't Speak

Dalida, Alain Delon - Paroles, paroles

Oscar Harris - Alta Gracia...

Barbra Streisand -Woman In Love

Orson Welles - I Know What It Is To Be Young

Demis Roussos - Forever and Ever

Joe Dassin -Et si tu n'existais pas

Edith Piaf - Sous le ciel de paris

Tom Jones - Delilah

Engelbert Humperdinck -How I Love You

Shirley Bassey -. Where Do I Begin Love Story

Frank Sınatra -Myway

Frank Sınatra - Moon River

Diana Ross & Lionel Richie - Endless Love

Barbra Streisand - The Way We Were..

Jose Feliciano - Rain

Jose Feliciano - The Gypsy

Nelson Ned- Tudo Passara...

Dean Martin - Sway..

Kenny Rogers -Lady

Elvis Presley - Always On My Mind...

Elvis Presley -Can't Help Falling In Love..

Abba -Mamma Mia..

Berlin -Take My Breah Away ..

Wham -Careless Whisper..

Dire Straits -Money For Nothing..

Modern Talking -You’re My Heart, You’re My Soul

Culture Club -Do You Really Want to Hurt Me

Gazebo -I like Chopin

Sinead O’Connor -Nothing Compares

Billy Ocean -Suddenly

Chris de Burgh -Lady in red..

Phil Collins -Another Day in Paradise

Simon & Garfunkel - The Sound of Silence

Bonnie Tyler - Total Eclipse of the Heart...

Irene Cara -Flashdance

Michael Sembello - Maniac

Roxette - It Must Have Been Love

Pet Shop Boys - It's A Sin..

Sam Brown -Stop

Nat King Cole - Autumn Leaves

Nat King Cole - Unforgettable

The Platters - Smoke Get In Your Eyes

Adamo -Tombe la neige...

Paul Young - Everytime You Go Away

Terry Jacks - Seasons In The Sun

Terry Jacks -If you go away

The Monkees - Daydream Believer..

Neil Sedaka – You Mean Everything To Me..

Sade - Smooth Operator..

Boney M. - Brown Girl in the Ring..

Sting - Shape of My Heart..

Sting - Desert Rose..

Bryan Adams - (Everything I Do) I Do It For You ...

Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On..

Bee Gees - How Deep Is Your Love ..

The Bangles - Eternal Flame..

Beck - Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime..

Bill Withers - Ain't No Sunshine..

Righteous Brothers - Unchained Melody

Casablanca - As Time Goes By..

Billie Holiday - Summertime..

Charles Aznavour - She...

Mario Lanza-Santa Lucia..

Simply Red - If You Don't Know Me By Now..

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Emerson, Lake & Palmer - C'est La Vie..

Diana Ross - Do you know where you're going to

Loreena McKennitt Tango Evora..

Foreigner - I Want To Know What Love Is ..

The Beatles - Yesterday..

John Lennon - Woman.

John Lennon-Imagine..

Rolling Stones - Angie.

Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here..

Status Quo - In The Army Now..

Silver Convention - Fly Robin Fly ..

Baccara Yes Sir, I Can Boogie ..

Patrick Hernandez - Born to Be Alive ..

Leif Garret - I was made for dancin...

Nada -Una chitarra e un'armonica..

NADA - El Corazón es un Gitano

Peppino di Capri - Melancolie..

Peppino di Capri - Roberta..

Riccardo Fogli - Storie di tutti i giorni..

Riccardo Fogli-Per Lucia..

Anne-Marie David - Tu Te Reconnaitras in..

Julio Iglesias - El Amor..

The Moody Blues - Nights In White Satin..

Dean Martin - That's Amore...

Vittorio Paltrinieri - Portofino..

Christian Adam - Si Tu Savais Combien Je T'aime..

Jean Francois Maurice - Aranjuez Mon Amour...

Jean Francois Michael - Adieu Jolie Candy..

Jean- François Michael -Si L'amour Existe Encore..

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Jean Francois Michael- Coupable..

Sandy Posey - All hang up in your green eyes..

Morris Albert - Feelings ..

Alain Barrière & Noëlle Cordier - Tu t'en vas.

Sharif Dean ‎- Do You Love Me? ...

Lara Fabian - Je t'aime...

Mireille Mathieu- Pardonne moi ce caprice d'enfant...

Mireille Mathieu - C’est l’amour et la vie que je te dois..

Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade of Pale...

Aphrodite's Child - Rain and tears...

Scorpions - Maybe I Maybe You...

The Animals - House of the Rising Sun..

Deep Purple - Child In Time..

The Mamas & The Papas - California Dreamin..

Leonard Cohen -Dance Me to the End of Love..

Shocking Blue - Venus...

Tanita Tikaram - Twist In My Sobriety..

James Blunt - Goodbye My Lover...

Alain Delorme - Je rêve souvent d'une femme..

Louis Armstrong - What A Wonderful World..

Jane Birkin & Serge Gainsbourg - Je T'aime...

Scott McKenzie -San Francisco...

Albert Hammond - It Never Rains In Southern California ...

Enrico Macias -Adieu Mon Pays..

Enrico Macias -Melisa..

The Platters-Only You...

Roberto Carlos - Lady Laura ..

Andy Williams - Love Is A Many Splendored Thing ..

Bob Dylan - One More Cup of Coffee ..

Sting - Englishman In New York..

Matt Monro - The Music Played...

Styx - Boat On The River...

Shirley Bassey -Yesterday when l was young..

George Michael - Careless Whisper..

Patrick Juvet - La musica ...

Charles Aznavour - Hier Encore ...

Mort Shuman - Sorrow...

Engelbert Humperdinck -Take my heart .....

Mort Shuman -Brooklyn by the sea...

Paul Anka -Papa......

Paul Anka - It's Time To Cry ...

Roxette - Listen To Your Heart...

Jennifer Rush - The Power Of Love ..

Elton John - Sacrifice....

Ricky Shayne - Mamy Blue..

Dalida- O Sole Mio ...

Carpenters - Top of the World..

Matt Monro - All Of A Sudden...

David Alexandre Winter - Oh Lady Mary..(Samanyolu)

Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softly...

Whitney Houston, & Mariah Carey - When You Believe..

Busta Rhymes, Mariah Carey - I Know What You Want...

Elvis Presley - Love Me Tender..

Iva Zanicchi - Io Ti Daro Di Piu..

Sol Raye - If we were free...

Michael Bolton - When a Man Loves a Woman..

Michael Bolton - How Am I Supposed To Live Without You..

Joe Cocker - Unchain My Heart...

Joe Cocker - Ain't No Sunshine..

Joe Cocker - You are so beautiful..

Zager And Evans - In The Year 2525 ..

Chris Rea -The Blue Cafe..

Rare Bird - Sympathy...

The Moody Blues - Melancholy Man...

Christian Delagrange - Sans toi je suis seul..(Sessiz Gemi)...

Nat King Cole -Quizás, quizás, quizás...

Pierre Bachelet - Emmanuelle ..

Herve Vilard - Capri C'est Fini ...

Gilbert Becaud - Nathalie ..

Christophe - Aline ...

Daniel Gerard - Marylou...

Edith Piaf - La Vie En Rose...

Noir Désir - Le Vent Nous Portera..

Belle- Notre Dame De Paris...

Charles Aznavour - La Boheme...

Sylvie Vartan - La Maritza...

Sylvie Vartan - Nicolas...

Sylvie Vartan- Abracadabra...

Nancy Sinatra - Bang Bang..

Joan Baez - Donna, Donna..

Enrico Macias - Solenzara..

Catherine Deneuve - Toi jamais...

Dalida - Le Temps des Fleurs...

Marie Laforet -Vien Vien...

Falco - Jeanny ..

Nicole - Ein bisschen Frieden...

Status Quo - In The Army Now..

Israel Kamakawiwo'ole -Somewhere Over the Rainbow....

Kool & The Gang - Fresh...

Kool & The Gang - Cherish...

Leo Sayer - More Than I Can Say..

Gipsy Kings - No Volvere..

Marc Antony - When I Dream At Night...

Sting - Fragile...

Gerry & The Pacemakers - You'll Never Walk Alone...

Pet Shop Boys - Go West...

Nana Mouskouri - Plaisir d'amour ...

Nana Mouskouri- Millisse Mou (senden başka)

Nana Mouskouri - Ave Maria ...

Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up..

A-ha - Take On Me..

Glenn Medeiros - Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You..

The Police - Every Breath You Take...

Alphaville - Sounds Like A Melody...

Belinda Carlisle - Circle In The Sand ...

Starship - Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now....

Paula Abdul - Straight Up...

Bon Jovi - You Give Love A Bad Name..

Rick James - Super Freak...

USA For Africa - We Are The World ...

Kim Wilde - You Keep Me Hangin' On..

Kim Carnes- I'll Be There Where The Heart Is...

The Cars - Drive...

Taylor Dayne- Tell It To My Heart...

Willie Nelson - Just Breathe...

Willie Nelson - I'll Love You Till The Day I Die...

CC Catch - Cause You Are Young ..

Madonna - Like A Virgin...

Tina Turner - What's Love Got to Do with It...

Roy Orbison - Oh, Pretty Woman...

Dawn - Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree...

Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell -Ain't No Mountain High Enough..

Frankie Valli - Can't Take My Eyes Off You ....

Gloria Gaynor - I Will Survive....

Demis Roussos- Goodbye My Love Goodbye...

Al Bano & Romina Power - Felicita...

Rupert Holmes - Escape...

George Moustaki - Le Métèque..

Gary Moore- Still got the Blues..

Chris Rea ..The Blue Cafe...

Laid Back - Sunshine Reggae..

Blondie - Heart Of Glass...

Paula Abdul - Straight Up..

Leif Garrett - I was made for dancing ...

Starship - Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now ...

Kylie Minogue - Can't Get You Out Of My Head...

Sade - Smooth Operator ...

Annie Lennox ...A Whiter Shade of Pale...

Dido - Thank You...

Guns N' Roses - November Rain...

The Cars - Drive ....

Kate Bush - Wuthering Heights ..

.Joe Cocker & Jennifer Warnes ..Up Where We Belong...

Oceo...Evora.....

Suzi Quatro - Can The Can...

Middle Of The Road - Soley soley...

Middle of the Road - Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep ...

Neil Sedaka ..Oh Carol...

The Chordettes - Never on Sunday & Lollipop...

Connie Francis : Never On A Sunday...

Harry Nilsson - Without You...

Eric Clapton - Have you ever loved a woman...

Barry White - Never never gonna give you up..

Jennifer Rush - The Power Of Love ..

Chicago - Hard To Say I'm Sorry...

Nancy Sinatra - Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) ...

Cliff Richard -Lessons In Love...

Ritchie Valens - We Belong Together...

Procol Harum...A Whiter Shade Of Pale...

Perry Como - And I Love You So...

Crowded House - Don't Dream It's Over ...

Gérard Lenorman - Michèle...

Daniel Popovic - Julie...

Johnny Logan - Whats another year ...

Mina - Mi Mandi Rose...

Chicago - You're The Inspiration...

Pat Boone - Love Letters In The Sand...

Marino Marini - Marina..

Desireless - Voyage Voyage...

The Beatles - Here Comes The Sun...

George Harrison - My Sweet Lord...

Bee Gees - Saved By The Bell...

Bee Gees - Massachusetts ...

Barbra Streisand -The Way We Were...

Kenny Loggins - Meet Me Half Way...

Esther Ofarim & Abi - Morning of my life ...

Esther Ofarim - El Condor Pasa ...

Gigliola Cinquetti -El Condor Pasa...

Sandie Shaw - Puppet On A String and Those Were The Days..

Lynn Anderson - Rose Garden...

Frankie Valli - Can't Take My Eyes Off You...

Casablanca - As Time Goes By - Dooley Wilson...

Lulu - To Sir, With Love...

Donovan - Catch The Wind ...

Haddaway - What Is Love...

Helldorado - The Ballad Of Nora Lee..

Bobby Darin - Dream Lover...

Pat Boone -Speedy Gonzales...

Alain Barriere - Emporte Moi..

Alain Barrière - Tu...

Umberto Tozzi - Tu...

Michel Delpech - Pour un flirt...

Jeanette -Por qué te vas...

RIO BRAVO(1959) - John Wayne, Dean Martin, Ricky Nelson ve Walter Brennan...

Bee Gees - Massachusetts..

Kenny Rogers...LUCILLE...

Starship - Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now...

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Hello everyone! I haven’t been very active lately, so I thought it was time to make a really long post to make up for it. And when I say long, I mean really long.

There are lots of references to A Tale of Two Cities in Cassandra Clare’s The Infernal Devices, and I wanted to post this theory I have that some of Clare’s characters in TID might actually be supposed to mirror characters from ATOTC. I have already talked a little bit about it in a previous post, but I wanted to make a whole long theory, so here it comes. Major spoilers for both The Infernal Devices (and maybe all of Shadowhunters) and for A Tale of Two Cities ahead. And of course, I’m no expert, so there might be some factual wrongs, and these ideas are just theories. If you find any wrongs, please tell me about it :-)

Will = Sydney?

This one is almost already confirmed. It is mentioned several times in TID how similar Will Herondale is to Sydney Carton, even Will himself knows it. Will seems to be quite upset about it (understandable, if all the stories are true, it might not be very nice to read about your own decapitation), but accepts it as the truth. Will and Sydney have similar personalities, they both seem cold and selfish at first glance, but later on proves to be good people. They both save the main character from their imprisonment in the start, Will helps Tessa escape The Dark Sisters and Sydney manages to get Charles acquitted from the false accusation. Later on they both also sacrifices their lives to save said main characters, Will covers Tessa’s body to shield her from the exploding automaton in Clockwork Prince (he survives, but he is totally prepared to die) and of course Sydney took Charles’ place at the guillotine. Will and Sydney both die at the final chapter of book three (ensuring heart break for us all). As mentioned earlier, they are both quite unpleasant characters from the start, both being rude and mean to the main character, and as readers we are annoyed with them at first, but later on learn to feel sorry for them instead. In Will’s case, he acts the way he does because he believes that he has a magical curse placed on him, making everyone who loves him die, so therefore he must make everyone hate him. Will’s only friend is Jem Carstairs, who Will dares to show his real self to, and who is sick and dying. His solitude and belief that he is unlovable (plus his belief that he unintentionally killed his sister) has made Will depressed and self-loathing. Now, we recognise that, don’t we, ATOTC-fans? Sydney’s problem and the reason for his bad behaviour is his alcoholism and depression, which is not a magical curse, but it might be a metaphorical curse. He also hates himself, and believes that he cannot be loved. Then there is the unhappy love they both have. Will is in love with Tessa, and he does not know that she loves him back, mainly because she is engaged to Jem (whom she also loves, and I’m not going to explain the very complicated romance in TID, it would take too long, if you haven’t read it, I’m sorry for the confusion). Sydney is in love with Lucie, who does not love him back, because she is happily in love with Charles. Will also quotes and almost quotes Sydney at various points in TID, like “you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am into fire”, and calls ATOTC and especially Sydney ridiculous, which honestly sounds like something Sydney would agree with. But Will gets to survive and sort out his life, which Sydney never had the time to do, so I think Will might have that life that Sydeny thought he might have led if he had been a better person. There are other examples of how similar they are, but I realise that this is becoming less of a tumblr-post and more of an essay, so I’ll leave Will and Sydney at this. But my conclusion is that I think Will Herondale was indeed meant to mirror Sydney Carton.

Gideon = Charles?

I’ll try to make this part shorter. So, if we assume that the theory that Will is supposed to mirror Sydney is true, is it not a little bit strange that he appears in TID and Charles does not? After all, Charles is one of the main characters, and Sydney is a side character. But maybe Charles does appear in TID, just a little more subtly. I read some theory (though I can’t remember where) that maybe Jem was supposed to be Charles, and I can see where that is coming from, Jem being a loveable gentleman and everything, but some things just don’t add up. Such as Jem being proud of his family, and his loyalty never being questioned, and not least the fact that it has been confirmed that Jem is based on the poet John Keats. But if we see it from the other end, maybe a TID-Charles will appear. Charles Darnay was born into a very rich family and after his mother’s death he was thought to not show any sympathy to the poorer people his uncle (and his father) were taking advantage of. However, as a young man he realised that the family’s actions were wrong and fled the country, deciding to become a teacher and lead a normal life from there on. He married “beneath his status” and lived very happily with his wife, even though they faced hardships, such as losing a child. Charles is later accused of being an enemy of England, and later also of France, so whatever he does it seems none of the two countries fully trust him. This sounds a lot less like Jem, and a lot more like Gideon Lightwood. Gideon was raised by his father and not his uncle, and he came back to England after living in Spain, but pretty much all of the rest fits perfectly into his story too. He is born into the rich but cruel Lightwood family, and is the first of its children to leave it, after spending time abroad and understanding that what his father is doing is wrong, He is later on mistrusted both by the residents of the Institute (because he is a Lightwood) and by the Clave (because he openly disagrees with his horrible father). Gideon’s appearance does not match Charles’, however. Charles is described to be dark haired and dark eyed, whereas Gideon is described to have sandy-blond hair and green eyes. I would not think the characters’ physical descriptions were very important, if it weren’t for the fact that Will perfectly fits the description from ATOTC. However, Gideon’s physical appearance does match that of Charles Darnay in the ATOTC TV-series from 1989.

(Sorry about the terrible quality of the image). I think Gideon Lightwood might be meant to mirror Charles Darnay. 

Sophie = Lucie?

So Sophie Collins is a loving and accepting person, who still manages to not be naive, and to be brave when she has to. This is not really evidence enough to say that she is supposed to mirror Lucie Manette, because they are common traits in characters. I really do not have a lot of evidence for this part of the theory, it is more a feeling than anything else. But if we assume that the theories about Gideon and Will are correct, there are at least a few similarities between Sophie and Lucie. Sophie is happily married to Gideon, despite all they have had to go through together, such as the loss of one of their children. Both Sophie and Lucie are described as very pretty, and they both become the comfort of the people around them. I’d also like to mention that Will does proclaim his love for Sophie (like Sydney proclaims his for Lucie), when she has knocked Jessamine unconscious with a hairbrush, although maybe Sydney put his in a nicer way than Will did. Sophie also manages to stay strong through all of her problems, something that Lucie also does. So there is not a lot of evidence, but I would still like to say that I think Sophie Lightwood is supposed to mirror Lucie Manette, perhaps the Lucie we would have seen if nobody had been there to protect her when she was still small.

Tessa = The Seamstress?

Yes, I know what you’re thinking, but I’m not only going to base this part of the theory on her relationship with Will. If anything, it’s actually a pretty weak argument considering The Seamstress and Sydney only had a few hours together, while Tessa and Will were married for almost sixty years. However, I think there is some evidence that points to Tessa being quite similar to The Seamstress. I think that Tessa might mirror different characters and historical people, depending on who she is with, for example being the Fanny Brawne to Jem’s John Keats. But with the characters mirroring ATOTC characters, I think she is supposed to be The Seamstress. For this one I again have very little evidence, but bear with me. We know very little about The Seamstress, pretty much only that she is born a peasant in the French countryside but manages to make herself a seamstress in Paris, something I imagine would have taken an immense load of work and determination. She is an orphan, and the only family she has left is her cousin, whom she loves very much. She is only twenty years old when she is denounced to the revolutionaries and guillotined, although she is innocent, and we never find out who denounced her. Tessa is born a poor girl in New York, her parents died when she was very young, leaving her with an aunt and a cousin (Nate) whom she thought was her brother. When her aunt dies, Tessa moves to London where Nate is already living. She is stubborn and determined, and she loves her cousin, making her risk her life several times in the first book in the attempt of saving him. We never learn what Tessa did for a living, but I think (and this might be wrong) that she always seems to have an interest in clothes and fabrics that none of the other characters has. Again, that is only what I think, and it might very well be wrong, but it is not impossible that she might have been a seamstress before coming to London. Tessa repeatedly gets captured over the course of the story, and is deemed insignificant by some Clave members, and suspected to be working for the wrong side by other Clave members. Tessa’s cousin is the one who betrays her, and although we don’t know who betrayed The Seamstress, her cousin is the only person we know that she knows, so I would say that that cousin is a good candidate to have done it. She also describes Will (okay, so I did bring up their relationship again) as looking  angelic quite a lot, and Will calls her “Angel Tessa”, which I think might be a paralell to how The Seamstress and Sydney ask each other if the other was sent to them by God. So, there isn’t a lot of evidence, but I think Tessa might be meant to mirror The Seamstress, at least a little bit.

Sorry that this became such a long rant. Again, this is the theory of an amature, so it is far from perfect, and please tell me if you agree, disagree, or find any faults in my reasoning!

#ATOTC #a tale of two cities #TID #the infernal devices #charles dickens #dickensian #cassandra clare #the shadowhunters #classic literature #lit #literature #not an incorrect quote #fan theory

[marymoss1971]

21 answers for a fanfic 2021

1. fandoms you wrote for this year

Star Trek: Voyager

Star Trek: Lower Decks

Star Trek: The Next Generation

Star Trek Deep Space Nine

Star Trek: The Original Series

Star Trek: TNG movies

Bones

Whiskey Cavalier

2. favorite fic you wrote this year

The Secret (Star Trek: VOY/ST: TNG) where I developed a backstory for Nick Locarno and wrote how I imagined his life turned out after "The First Duty"

3. favorite fic you read this year

I loved Curator's Autobiography of Kirsten Clancy & her story Finding Home: A Gretchen Janeway and Owen Paris Love Story. I also loved The Ranger series by Treadstone17, however that's been unfinished for a year.

4. favorite opening line/scene you wrote this year

"Ray was in his office with his sister when it happened. Ray’s older sister, Sandy, had arrived from Maryland with her family for a weeklong visit. As they sat there discussing plans for their mother’s surprise birthday party it came—Hurricane Frankie."

-- First Impression (Whiskey Cavalier)

5. favorite ending line/scene you wrote this year

"Ray nodded. “Apparently, the Niagara Falls mission isn’t an isolated incident. Leaks have been happening, within the Bureau, for months. So, from now on, this team has a new mission—find the mole in the FBI.”

-- Bots in the Blood (Whiskey Cavalier). The story was just a rewrite of MacGyver's series finale but this ending sets up my hypothetical Season 4 story for Whiskey Cavalier The Year of the Mole

6. a trope you wrote this year

The estranged father regretting how he treated his son. I used that trope in my The Great Prince series (Whiskey Cavalier) However, I don't think there was a lot of interest in backstory for Ray Prince. But that got me thinking about Tom Paris and his father.

7. pairings you wrote this year

Will Chase/Frankie Trowbridge (Whiskey Cavalier) Ray Prince/Susan Sampson (Whiskey Cavalier) Carol Freeman & Beckett Mariner (Star Trek: Lower Decks) Owen Paris & Tom Paris (Star Trek: Voyager)

8. a fic regret from this year

I get more disappointed when some of my fics don't get many hits. However, I guess I do regret rewriting a Bones episode to make it fit Jai Datta in Whiskey Cavalier. Personally, I think it theoretically would've made a good episode but I guess it was too similar to an episode we already saw on the show.

9. a song that helped you write

I don't really use songs. However, Man on the Run (Whiskey Cavalier) was influenced by two songs: "Smooth Criminal" by Michael Jackson and "Billy, don't you lose my number." by Phil Collins.

10. total number of fics you posted

30

11. total number of words you posted

75.041

12. most popular fic written this year

That would be Dopplegangers. However, that fic is spread over multiple Star Trek fandoms. Single fandom fic would be Doubt (Bones)

13. least popular fic written this year

It's a close tie between The Ends Justify the Means (I guess no one wants to read Adm. Dougherty justification of his actions in Star Trek: Insurrection) and Becoming Dax (ST: DS9)

14. longest completed fic you posted this year

The Secret (ST: VOY) at 7,114

15. shortest completed fic you posted this year

The Apple and the Tree (ST: LD) at 520

16. favorite character to write about this year

Owen Paris

17. a fic you didn’t expect to write

Well, I always think "this'll be my last fic" but then I get another idea. However, I never expected to write Defeating Janeway as part of the Captain JaneDrunk Collection. I just don't really write corny stuff like that.

18. most memorable comment/review

I love getting comments. However, I really love it when writers whose work I admire comment on my work. It's such an honor. Oh, my first Star Trek: Voyager story The Hero of Starbase 74 --someone commented that I did Cole Paris justice, and I was glad of that. I always thought that character (who was created for the Stargazer novels twenty years ago) would've met a tragic fate.

19. trends you noticed in your writing this year

I don't know if I had any trends. However, three stories on AO3 inspired me to write something. I've been inspired by TV episodes, but this is the first time I've been inspired by something I read.

20. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

For almost two years, I'd been sporadically writing stories I would've liked to have seen on Whiskey Cavalier which was cancelled after one season. A part of me wanted to write two hypothetical season 5 eps (one Christmas and one w/Sadie Prince). However, interest in WC is waning and people tend to care more about light Will/Frankie stories so I just dropped them.

I also had a few more Doppleganger ideas but dropped them because I didn't know if I should add more chapters or treat them as a separate story.

21. something you want to write next year

I don't know about next year but I do have this small idea of Jellico visiting Ben Maxwell shortly after his arrest in The Wounded. I thought about doing an Orville story with Ed/Kelly but I don't know if I will.

#fanfic lookback #fanfic 2021 #fanfic answers

[henryobsessed]

I Took You Home - A Rocking Chair

Summary: Reba gets to meet her son

Word Count: 1700

A/N is at the end of the chapter

Warning: None 

Previous Chapter 17

Chapter 18

The next two days were a blur for Reba, she slept a lot, and it was a potluck when she awoke who would be next to her. Today she awoke feeling better, the pain medications were not making her feel so sleepy. She had awoken to Henry sitting by her side, he had a hold of her hand, but his attention was on his phone. The tiny cries of a football game could be heard coming from the phone's speakers which must have been set to low to allow her to sleep. His face broke into a huge smile and she could see him trying not to jump out of his seat, his body holding the adrenalin in. She could feel the tangible excitement radiating through his hand as she heard the tiny voice say "touch down for the chiefs"  

She chuckled lightly at him causing his attention to leave the phone and move to her. "Good morning" he leant over and kissed her gently on the forehead. Settling back in his chair he asked "how are you feeling? Can I get anything for you?" Reba thought for a moment before requesting her greatest desire "Can you organise for me to see our son, I need to see him" a softness crossed Henry's face and a small smile lifted as he said "Ok, I'll go talk to the nurses" with that he stood and left the room. Reba was grateful he didn't question her or ask if she was really ok to move. No matter what she wanted to see her baby today.

Henry returned with a nurse, a young man who seemed to be conversing comfortably with him. "Well good morning, my names Adam. I believe you would like to take a trip?" his big smile and a warm voice filled the room. While chatting away with Henry about the American football game he checked her observations and got her some medication. Smiling broadly at her he said, "I'm going to get a chair for you, by the time I get back the medications will have taken effect and it will make the ride more enjoyable." She smiled back at Adam matching his enthusiasm "thank you"

Together with one in a wheelchair the other walking beside they entered the room. For Henry this room was now very familiar, he had spent every spare moment he was not with Reba with his son. For Reba, this was her first time and it was quite overwhelming. As Henry pushed her closer to the clear box that held their tiny infant her heart rate increased, tears started to swim in her eyes as Henry stopped the chair and placed his arm around her. "Sweetheart, this is our son" His tiny little body rose and fell in time with the breaths that left his little milky pink mouth. His little feet kicked out as he stretched and yawned. Reba wanted to sob, wanted to break the box open and grab her little man and hold him close. Yet at the same time, she knew he needed to stay there to be protected for just a little while longer to keep him safe.

A nurse came over and opened the box allowing her to reach in and touch her boy. His skin was silky soft and warm, she ran her hand over his little body checking his toes and fingers. Through her soft tears she said, "Hello little one, mummies missed you" As if registering her voice his lids opened and looked at her with the bluest pearlescent eyes. Henry's hand rubbed her back as if to comfort her as they took in the sight of their son. Clearing his throat, he asked, "So what shall we call this little one, did you have an Idea, Reba?" Her son held her gaze as if asking his own silent question. "I was thinking of my father's name, and now that I have seen him, I think it fits well. What do you think about Angus?" she waited for a response from Henry never leaving her little one's face "Mmmmm, Angus, little Gus. I like that, Angus Collin Cavill is that ok Reba?" swearing Angus heard them his mouth turned up in a smile then burped. Laughing she shifted her gaze up to Henry's smiling face "I think he likes it"

They stayed with little Gus for as long as they were allowed then Henry walked her back to her room. She was tired after her first excursion to see her son and ended up falling asleep almost as soon as Henry helped her back into her bed.

     That evening after resting Reba was sitting up watching the news, Sandy was with her and she had just assumed that Henry was with Gus. Hearing the loud chatter of people, she wondered who on the ward was receiving so many guests. It wasn't until the noise got louder that she saw Henry followed by an older Man and Women plus 4 strapping tall men who looked older than Henry bar one. Henry had an apologetic smile on his face as he bent down to kiss her forehead and whispered " I'm sorry I held them off visiting for as long as I could" Heat radiated up her cheeks as she restrained herself from slapping Henry for not warning her. Her hair was a mess and she was thankful she had just finished expressing the evening's milk.

They all stood looking slightly awkward until Reba decided Henry needed a nudge "So are you going to introduce me? Or do I need to guess who these charming people are?" swallowing then chuckling Henry set about the introductions "Well, Reba this is Maryanne, my mother, Colin my father, and my four brothers Piers, Niki, Simon and my youngest brother Charlie. Everyone this is Sandy Reba's closest relative and ........" Turning to Reba with soft eyes and a cheeky smile "this is Reba, the mother of my child and soon to be my wife"

Nervously she looked at Maryanne and Colin not sure what response Henry's declaration would bring. What she got was more than she could have imagined. Colin and Maryanne's eyes sparkled, and a huge smile broke out on their faces. The boys all smiled big smiles and just nodded their heads. If anyone had walked into the room right now, they would have laughed seeing all these goofy smiles surrounding Reba. Her biggest wish now was that she would be able to introduce Gus to his family for she had an inkling that he would be smothered in love.

Two days later Reba was discharged, her wound was healing well and they needed the bed. Grateful to Henry's family they had organised another hotel room so that Henry and Reba could be close to Gus. He had been doing well but they wanted him to gain a few more grams before he could come home with them. Arriving at the hotel Reba was sore and tired, the effort it had taken to make the short journey made her wonder how smart it was of the hospital to send her home. They walked slowing to the ground floor room. Once inside she laid carefully on the bed grateful this hotel had spent a bit extra for nice mattresses. Just as her eyes started to close, she felt the bed move and warm body cuddled up behind her. Snuggling back, into his embrace she fell asleep with a smile on her lips.

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Henry awoke to the feel of Reba tucked into his arms, he had slept lightly, well aware of every movement Reba made. He wasn't sure if she was ok with him sharing a bed yet, but she had relaxed in his arms and he took that as a sign it was ok. He slowly got up and looked at the time, 4 pm just enough time to go up and see how Gus was going. He kissed Reba on the top of her hair and left a note next to her bed. Henry had felt familiar love with his Nieces and Nephews, he would do anything for them. What he felt for Angus was so different there was a constant pull to be near him, to make sure he was safe.

Arriving at the NICU, he took his normal place. The big plastic box was gone and now his son lay with a heat lamp above allowing more access. As he sat a nurse came over, she smiled at his son and said "Its almost his feeding time, he has reached a weight we are happy for him to have skin time would you like to do the honours?" an overwhelming sense of panic hit him at the request. His son was so fragile would he hurt him by holding him? Seeing Henry's reaction before he had a chance to answer the nurse said with a comforting voice "You don't need to worry you won't hurt him. We will be there the whole time and help you out"

https://realbabymilk.org/skin-to-skin/ Image from this site not my own image

He breathed a sigh of relief and nodded his agreement not trusting his voice. They walked him over to a rocking chair that was big enough to hold his frame, next they asked him to open his shirt so Angus can have some skin on skin time with him whilst feeding. Finally, they bought Angus over they laid him in his large arms, looking so tiny he made sure he was laying back, so Gus rested against his chest. He watched as they handed him the bottle, he stroked his cheek as he had done with his nephews causing Gus to start a sucking motion as Henry gave him the bottle. So many emotions ran through Henry's heart and mind, every goal he had ever reached, the highest heights of his career could not compare with what he was feeling right now with his precious son in his arm.  

Unbeknownst to Henry, Sandy had come to see Angus. The view she saw she committed to memory to share with Reba. The big man, relaxed shirt open, with his tiny son tucked safely in his arms. Still the greatest image was the look of love on Henry's face as he gazed at Angus with unabashed tears silently running down his cheeks.

Next Chapter 19

A/N This one took longer than I wanted I hope the next few will flow a bit easier. The image of Henry's large chest being a pillow for his little son had me crying. My husband and I are attempting our last round of IVF at the end of this year I could picture us in this situation. (we have been unsuccessful so far)

nice side note - I was a 4 pound 5-ounce baby in a humid crib my dad would come in and sing to me every day - he worked at the hospital as an orderly. I almost made Henry sing and I know he can from Hellraiser but he makes such a deal about not singing in his interviews that I decided to keep to his ethic.

As always your comments are such an encouragement. :) 

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[notquitedailyamy]

Black and Yellow

Since visiting Derek Jarman’s Prospect Cottage in Dungeness last month, I’ve sat down on several occasions intending to share the experience with you. But distilling my thoughts wasn’t easy! The place left my head so full of thoughts and stirred a lot of emotion in me, and transcribing the singular magic of it into words felt beyond me. Each time I’d lose the tousle with my brain, and clap the laptop shut again.

Then I found the following starting point; a quote from Howard Sooley, photographer and friend of Derek Jarman, that described the setting I found myself in, on arrival to the cottage, perfectly.

“Pulling up on Dungeness Road, I stared out of the car window on to a post-apocalyptic nuclear vision: a long, snaking road strung with a line of black fishermen’s cottages like tar-covered fairy lights; a beach strewn in a mess of seemingly abandoned fishing boats and huts, which looked like they’d just tumbled from the sky and landed randomly among the sea kale that inhabited the beach.

   — Howard Sooley for Gardens Illustrated

And now, I think, with that striking scene set, I can continue...

Discovering Derek Jarman 

On one particular stay at my aunt and uncle’s house in Cheltenham years ago, there was an addition to the mantelpiece in my bedroom: a dried sprig of sea kale in a narrow white vase. My aunt recounted how she and my uncle had lately travelled to Dungeness, a headland on the coast of Kent, and how she had found the pretty bit of plant blowing across the shingle there. They had been to see the cottage and garden of a man whose name I did not then recognise, Derek Jarman; “a very special place”. And, I was told that in the front room there was a book entitled Derek Jarman’s Garden, from which I could learn more. 

From my aunt’s introductory account, to each article and interview I have since read or watched regarding Derek Jarman since, I have found him only to be described in the fondest, most admiring manner. Those who are aware of his story, or who were lucky enough to have had their lives directly touched by him, laud his generous spirit and remain in awe of his remarkable array of talents, from film-maker to set designer, from optimist to activist, from gardener to diarist and author. He is remembered not only as being one of the most influential figures of 20th century culture, but also for his breathtaking humility, prolific activism for gay rights (via protest as well as his artistic output - much of which served as a manifesto for open homosexuality), inspiration and support for young and aspiring film makers and creatives. Award-winning costume designer and friend of Jarman’s Sandy Powell sums up his inherent warmth of character and contagious passion for whatever he turned his hand to in a recent interview with Phillips Auction House: 

“Derek said to me that there was absolutely no point in going to work every day unless you went with the same excitement as if you were going to a party. With him, I’d get to work every morning and I would be so excited about going to work. 

[...] He just immediately made you feel comfortable, and you were never ever made to feel inferior. Even on a film set, he’d be sat there, waiting for the next setup, and I remember there were times when he would ask the person who was sweeping the floor of the set what he thought. He’d talk aloud about his ideas. He’d set something up and say, "What do you think about that? Should we do this?" and he’d actually listen to what that person had to say. Anybody. He’d listen to what any of us had to say, and I think we were all treated completely equally"

   — Sandy Powell, interviewed by Phillips

My aunt located her copy of Derek Jarman’s Garden for me later that day - a smallish, unassuming publication, on the verge of being swallowed up by the heaving art library that surrounded it (my uncle and aunt are both artists themselves). I was enthralled by it, poring the pages for the rest of my stay. 

^ Derek Jarman at Prospect Cottage. © Howard Sooley

Having spotted a ‘for sale’ sign whilst filming close by, Derek Jarman sought refuge in his Dungeness fisherman’s cottage after being diagnosed as HIV positive in 1986. He dedicated himself to creating a paradisiacal and sustaining garden in the salty, exposed shingle which skirted his new home. 

“Dungeness was England through the looking glass, not William Blake’s bucolic vision of a Jerusalem in this ‘green and pleasant land’. Stark, barren, the sun searing down or rain whipping across the landscape – everything seemed to be dying. Bleached by the sun, ripped by the wind, eaten by salt, laid bare and exposed by the enormity of the sky. A world stripped to its bones, abandoned and motionless except for the dried seedheads of sea kale blowing like tumbleweed in the shadow of the power station. The images are etched in my memory.”  

   — Howard Sooley for Gardens Illustrated

...a pretty tall task then . But that’s what he did. Choosing a spectrum of plants that could stand up to the testing climes of his “Ness”, largely low-lying to endure high winds, others that were already indigenous of the area, Derek Jarman transformed Prospect Cottage into a defiant monument of imagination and hope. 

An unforgettable day in Dungeness

Gradually the landscape flattened, the villages became fewer and further between, then villages became hamlets, and then there was nobody, save the odd remote farmhouse - we wondered how far they must have to travel for groceries!  Then human presence came almost to a standstill, and it felt like we had gatecrashed a sci-fi movie set. Fencing lined the road, periodic signs warning people away from the military firing range, still not a soul to be seen. We weren’t tempted to trespass - it was all pretty spooky! 

And then, on the horizon, a giant appeared. The jagged grey silhouette of Dungeness A and Dungeness B - not one, but two massive nuclear power stations. We popped Boards of Canada on the stereo. I challenge you for a better accompaniment to such a sight.

“The nuclear power station is a wonderment. At night it looks like a great liner or a small Manhattan ablaze with a thousand lights of different colour.” 

   — Derek Jarman, from Derek Jarman’s Garden

We continued along the silent road a while longer, and then suddenly it was there. Years of wondering about the garden, and then there it was, right there, just by the side of the road... no fence, no gate, no borders or barriers of any kind. No separation from the outside at all.

I was relieved to see a handful of people around, though it still felt astonishingly desolate. We pulled up right outside the cottage, amazed it was that easy. 

A jewel in the string of tiny rustic dwellings, and a David to the looming Goliath backdrop of the two nuclear plants, Prospect Cottage bursts with vitality and  vibrance. Emanating a kind of otherworldly, magical quality, it flourishes where all else is bleak, tangerine coloured Californian poppies and sunshine yellow window frames laughing proudly. 

“At first, people thought I was building a garden for magical purposes – a white witch out to get the nuclear power station. It did have magic – the magic of surprise, the treasure hunt.” 

   — Derek Jarman, from Derek Jarman’s Garden

Just as there are no borders, there are no strict lines or flower beds to speak of. Santolina, valerian and the odd red hot poker rise straight from the sea-worn shingle floor, while sea kale sprawls in patches. Hemispheres of gorse and vertically pegged driftwood add degrees of height, while talismanic stone circles and flotsam sculptures ensure the eye is never short of interest. Jarman would comb the beach every morning for new metal treasures, rocks and interesting things washed up by the sea. He’d always reap the biggest rewards following a storm.

“The stones, especially the circles, remind me of dolmens, standing stones. They have the same mysterious power to attract.”

   — Derek Jarman, from Derek Jarman’s Garden

“The sticks and sculptures [...] also had the unexpected gift of providing much-welcomed perches for the migratory birds that navigate over the ness every year. Rare warblers from Russia would stand and catch their breath, staring in at the kitchen window. Then, without warning, they’d lift into the air, catch the wind and be off again to some far and distant land.”

 — Howard Sooley for Gardens Illustrated

 ^ Derek Jarman also scoured the land around the nuclear power plant for bits and pieces to use in the garden, some of it detritus from the Second World War

Already I had felt the enchantment of Derek Jarman’s living legacy exuding from those pages of my aunt’s book, but experiencing it in the flesh was on a different level. It’s as though he left a message there, everlastingly poised and waiting to be received by anyone who visits. 

Standing amidst such a unique and spectacular achievement, by a man who had been dealt such a cruel fate, made me feel incredibly appreciative for all that I have, all that is so easy for me. His life was cut too short, but undoubtedly lived more fully than many who have reached a much older age. 

It also gave me new confidence that in my own creativity I am doing something worthwhile, and that by staying true to myself and not allowing conformity to stifle my output, I can add my own dose of originality and something truly unique to the world.  

 ^ Poppy seed heads

“He was just really encouraging to all young people, and I think that’s what this house could be. It’s this really open house to encourage people to come and be creative and get as much as they can out of it, and I think he would have wanted that.” 

  — Sandy Powell, interviewed by Phillips

 ^ Indigenous sea kale

Long live the legacy

The future of Prospect Cottage was recently left up in the air following the passing of Keith Collins, Derek’s companion during his years in Dungeness, and in whose hands he left the cottage following his death in 1994. 

The Art Fund launched a campaign to save the property from being sold off and falling into private ownership. The £3.5 million required was raised in just ten weeks.

“Securing the future of Prospect Cottage may seem a minor thing by comparison with the global epidemic crisis which has recently enveloped all our lives. But Derek Jarman’s final years at the Cottage were an inspiring example of human optimism, creativity and courage battling against the ravages of illness. In that context, the success of this campaign seems all the more apposite and right for its time.” 

— Stephen Deuchar, Director of Art Fund

“Prospect Cottage will become not a memorial encased in amber, but an active memory. Not an ossified monument, but a breathing testament to a life still awaiting future collaborators”

 — Douglas Fogle for Art Forum 

 ^ The frontward outlook of Prospect Cottage

The whole place is jaw-droppingly unique, the garden itself a post-modern feat of ingenuity. Eerie, exciting, bleak, inspiring... only describable to a point. I implore you not to trust my interpretation and instead go and marvel at it for yourself! And prepare to have it stay with you long after...

Suitable Song -

Annie Lennox’s performance of “Every Time We Say Goodbye” from the AIDS fundraising album Red Hot & Blue. The video features footage of Derek Jarman as a child.

Sources -

https://www.gardensillustrated.com/gardens/country/howard-sooley-prospect-cottage-derek-jarman/?image=1&type=gallery&gallery=2&embedded_slideshow=2

https://www.artforum.com/slant/douglas-fogle-on-derek-jarman-s-imperiled-prospect-cottage-82157

https://wildabouthere.com/derek-jarmans-garden/

https://www.artlyst.com/news/derek-jarmans-prospect-cottage-saved-nation/

https://www.phillips.com/article/54833655/sandy-powell-derek-jarman-charity-auction-prospect-cottage

#derek jarman #gardens #gardening #inspiration #creative minds #art fund #derek jarman's garden #sandy powell #howard sooley #dungeness #shingle

[aintgonnaleaveyoumikey]

Pairings: Trikey Rating: M Summary: They fell into a pattern, an infinite loop. To break it, Michael has to stay or Trevor has to let him go. Post main story pining and a suggestion for why Trev is so bitchy when he’s found throwing grenades in his driveway. [AO3]

.*Breaking Chains*.

Trevor pulled the pin and for a brief moment, it was like holding sundown in the palm of his hand: fleeting. And then he let it go.

The subsequent bang brought with it a flash of gold, a rumbling in his eardrums and bones...and the routine appearance of a black sedan pulling up garage-side in the dusty street. He watched it come to a stop—watched while the scent of cash blew into a slum and a lamb fell into a shark tank.

He wasn’t sure which he’d rather be.

Fuck.

There wasn’t enough liquor in the entire world now, not that there ever had been or would be when it came to Michael fucking Townley. It was the same feeling, whether he wore the clothes of a lover or a traitor, whether he had the swagger of youth in his step or a decade of mistakes written between the wrinkles now creasing his features. Mikey: always two steps out of reach with meaningless promises, a mirage of water in a parched wasteland of loneliness.

And yet, there he was. Again. And again and again and again and...

Despite the futility of it all, cracked lips met the whiskey bottle while Trevor’s eyes rolled back with his head. Bottoms up, he drank deep to will away the ghost now leisurely approaching, as if another unannounced visit to Sandy Shores was no more than a Sunday stroll around the block.

“T. Hey.”

His lashes parted again to a pair of black birds soaring over the colors of dusk and without facing the apparition, Trevor blindly set the whiskey down behind him. “I’d get out of the way if I were you.” He pulled another pin free and breathed a singsong, “Thank fuck I’m not you, though.”

Toss. Bang. Gold. Rumble.

Sundown after sundown.

“Guess this is what fun in the desert looks like. Heh, wish I’d known about it when we were playing house here.” It was a joke, both the sarcastic-laden suggestion and how it could still pierce Trevor’s heart despite knowing its jest.

“Mmhm, yep.” Still refusing to offer even the hint of a glance over his shoulder, he reached back for the booze. “Your life in Plastic Town isn’t playing house though, right? Sugar Tits, how do you live in such denial?”

With the kick of a polished shoe to the driveway, Michael squinted and sucked his teeth. His shoulders were loose, hands stuffed in his trouser pockets and he jingled his keys before giving off an airy sigh. “Some things never change, huh...”

The laugh that erupted from the depths of Trevor’s throat went short-lived and preceded another swig of liquor stinging its way down. “Now if those ain’t the truest words ever spoken.” At last, he turned and thrust the bottle toward his visitor. “You’ll always be an entitled prick, for instance.”

“Oh for Christ’s sake, T, can we just—”

“Disappearing for ten years and then just showing up whenever it suits the frequent swingin’ of your moods. Must be nice, Mikey.”

“Look, man.” Shrugging, Michael pulled his hands free and slid the tinted shades from the bridge of his nose. They folded with a pointed snap. “If you wanna keep throwing grenades and pissing off your neighbors, that’s fine by me. I can go get lost for another ten if it’s what you want.”

Ouch.

Trevor peered at Michael for long enough to err on awkward silence, before his arm finally fell with the whiskey sloshing as consequence. “You are an asshole.” He relented, however, the anger that shaded his tone dissipating in the bat of an eyelash. “So what favor do you need from ol’ T this time, mm?”

Michael’s brow twitched but he wasn’t quick enough to inquire.

“What? What else would bring you to my ever humble abode again, if not to inconvenience me in some beyond annoying way?” Trevor’s fingertips caressed over grooves and smooth edges, turning the next grenade around in his hand. If his dear compadre over there wanted to do this ridiculous dance every week, they’d dance. Every week. Until it got boring, of course.

Would it ever get boring, though? The name inked on Trevor’s bicep suggested he already knew the answer, but his imagination could deflect and chase a proverbial butterfly all it liked.

“Nah, it’s not...it’s not like that, T. Come on. I was in the neighborhood and felt like dropping in.”

“In the neighborhood.”

Rocking to and fro on his soles, Michael remained aloof and let his gaze wander. “So, uh, drinkin' with me is an inconvenience?”

Trevor scoffed and cocked his head. “When you speak in bullshit innuendos, yeah, a bit.” The final pin hit the ground with a soft clang and the shell went rolling toward the street. Boom. “Buuuut I never did like doing shit the easy way, so let’s get a move on, porkchop.” He approached with a slap to Michael’s arm, his fingertips pressing inward then and trailing down to the small of his back. “Let’s get a drink.” The words spilled from Trevor’s lips in a dangerous half purr. “Make up for a whole seven days of lost time.”

Michael’s face turned in slow motion until the tips of their noses nearly touched, his eyes half-lidded and the curl of his dark lashes prominent. He spoke just as softly then, a whisper riding out on his breath over the scent of mint and cigarettes. “Whatever it takes, Trevor.”

And that was that.

The pair approached the trailer door without so much an acknowledgement of Ron sitting on the porch, tinkering with some dilapidated tinfoil hat device as per usual. He’d have enough sense to leave soon anyway. ...Maybe. Then again, maybe not. Whatever the case, Trevor had one fuck to give at present and if Ron wanted to linger about while the whole universe rattled and his voice sang to the gods, so be it.

Wouldn’t be the first time.

His gaze met Michael’s while Phil Collins’ “I Don’t Care Anymore” played on the kitchen radio.

...Nor would it apparently be the last.

~

“I love my life,” declared a vapid voice, while cigarette smoke drifted in lazy tendrils through a conspicuous melancholy looming over the bed.

Outside, the sun had long relinquished its reign to a sea of diamonds, the moon a giant glowing pearl cradled in the lap of glittering celestial fabric. It was strange to think that Sandy Shores and Los Santos existed under this same sky, and even stranger that for ten years, Trevor and Michael had too—as separate and distinct as their places of residence. It was strange that neither yet moved now to trade the view of a rusty metal ceiling for the stars outside, strange that each found some vestige of comfort lying beside the other in less than favorable conditions.

Such was life, though: the very one Michael spoke of.

“I love it,” he repeated in a whisper, his eyes unblinking for too long.

Though an empty can was present on the nightstand next to him, Trevor flicked accumulated ash over the side of the bed. His right arm was raised and resting against a wafer-thin pillow, the crook supporting his head. The cigarette met his lips and he drew on it once more, while music no one was listening to continued wafting from the opposite end of the space; it was just Pat Benatar, anyway...

Only when the glowing orange line threatened to burn into the filter was when he put the smoke out, stretched, and finally turned his face. “So. What’s next, cowboy? Mm?”

Michael kept his attention trained on the ceiling, several moments of mock consideration passing before he answered, “The Yellow Jack?”

“...The Yellow Jack,” Trevor repeated in disdain.

Squinting, Michael licked his lips. “All right. The bar next door.”

When that suggestion was met with a huff out the nostrils, he sat up in annoyance. “The meth lab then. A fucking...road trip to the mountains, tennis at the god damn beach. Let’s steal a fucking plane and fly it until it burns up in the fucking atmosphere, I don’t know, T. What the fuck do you want me to say?”

“It’s the same shit every week, Mikey. Think about that.” Trevor pushed himself to stand at the bedside, and bare-ass naked, peered down at his companion humorously opting to remain covered by a thin sheet. “You’re not stupid. You just love denial.” From there, he itched at his groin and strutted to the bathroom for a piss while calling out, “Always have, always will.”

“Fucking whatever, man.”

It wasn’t long before Trevor reappeared in the doorway. “So, the Yellow Jack. And after that, the lab, the mountains, the beach. Then we fly into the sun. And then?”

“And then what?”

“How long would you say is too long, Michael? To wait for someone.” Trevor wandered to the closet and swatted at a pair of moths. “Ten years?”

Silence.

“Or is it twenty?”

Silence.

“Mm, I see.” He slid into the greatest treasure ever found at Binco—his prized pink leopard print briefs—and continued dressing. “Looks like the Yellow Jack Inn it is, porkchop.”

“Trevor.”

“Hurry the fuck up or you’ll be walking. I’m ready to stomp out some redneck ass, relieve myself of some fucking pent up aggression.”

The front door swung open and closed, Trevor’s voice muffled and permeating from the porch.

“Ronald, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Everything, Trevor!”

“It’s one week,” Michael answered at last, to no one. “One week is a long fucking time.”

He dragged out the process of cleaning himself up and donning his clothes, simultaneously hoping and dreading that he’d taken too long. To no surprise, though, Trevor still sat waiting in the truck when he finally made it outside.

~

Climbing to the roof of an abandoned motel while intoxicated was both a stupid idea and cheap thrill. Driving hours to the desert to run from a reality he’d given everything up for was a fitting parallel, so naturally, Michael went along with it.

He stood at Trevor’s side under a million stars and stared into infinity itself.

“I want to love my life, T.”

“Yeah.”

“So I should stop. Man, I gotta stop, it’s...”

“Yeah.”

“And we should probably...”

“For sure, Michael.”

They were quiet for a long while in a universe only big enough for two, each wondering in a drunken haze if the other knew what the hell he was even talking about. And then they questioned if they even knew, themselves.

At some point, their pinkies entwined first to test the waters, and the other fingers followed, threading together tighter and tighter yet. Was this holding with possession before letting go forever, or the intention of never letting go at all? The answer remained irritatingly elusive.

In any case, when the first rays of sunlight embraced the horizon once more, Michael’s eyes opened to find himself back in a bed which both did and didn’t belong to him. He elongated himself in a stretch, pointed his toes downward, and then looked to Trevor—watched while he took steady breaths in his sleep, focused on his barely parted mouth, and felt the magnetism drawing him in.

He used to feel this pull on his heart, twenty years ago.

Michael leaned over slowly. Their noses touched, the space separating his lips from Trevor’s closed to mere millimeters and just before it became none, a familiar ghost posed a familiar inquiry.

What’s next, cowboy?

He stopped short of consummating the kiss.

Get a drink. The Yellow Jack. The bar next door... Michael’s gaze drifted to the side. Actually feel alive for a few hours and then return to the life he should love, must love—the life he gave up everything, gave up Trevor for.

...How long was too long to wait for someone?

And how long was too long to burn in the inferno of a self-made purgatory?

He withdrew; got up, got dressed, walked by Ron passed out on the porch couch with a beer in hand, and slid into the car. It was only 6AM and the heat was already suffocating, but that wasn’t a new feeling for Michael. He turned up the AC, pulled onto the dirt road, and drove.

It wasn’t until he reached the entrance ramp of the highway when he noticed how silent the world was outside of his mind, so he reached for the radio just in time to once again hear Phil Collins singing about how he didn’t care anymore. Must be nice.

~

He was becoming a true creature of habit. That was what Michael decided when he found himself strolling up a dusk-colored desert driveway exactly seven days after the last time he found himself doing the same thing...after a previous seven and another seven before then, and more yet. But he wasn’t the only one. In the same place, entertaining himself with the same activities, was the same person as always.

And that was when it occurred to him, the infinite loop: redundant and reiterating, comfortably uncomfortable, never a change or deviation. And in it, with no foreseeable end and no clear beginning, they were both stuck.

Michael slid the shades from his face and closed them with a snap. “...T. Hey.”

“I’d get out of the way...”

His freshly polished shoes remained in place and he said nothing more, simply opted to watch Trevor’s avoidance of him while he kept tossing grenades and drinking straight from the bottle. Someday, Michael thought, he might be strong enough to stay. Or perhaps Trevor might be strong enough to finally let him go. The latter was the path of least resistance, and what he strangely both dreaded and hoped for.

But when his eyes fell to his name inked on a bicep, he studied it for some time. And then finally... “T.”

“Time for the weekly drink, the weekly argument. The Yellow Jack, the bar next door...” Shrugging, Trevor set the whiskey down. “Let’s get a move on, porkchop. Make up for that lost time, mm?”

Michael huffed with a shake of his head. “A week? Or ten years of it?”

Raising his chin quickly, Trevor looked to him but Michael pivoted and let his footsteps carry him back to his car.

“I dunno, T. But I’m going back to the roof of the motel to try to figure it out.” The alarm disengaged with a chirp and as the door opened, he cocked his head. “You comin’?”

Trevor hesitated, scrutiny worn with conspicuous measure across his features. At last, his shoulders rose and his apathy was almost believable when he capitulated. “Ah, sure, why the hell not?” He tossed the bottle over the fence and strutted to the passenger door. “Would break up this fuckin’ monotony anyway.”

Michael breathed a laugh. “Yeah.” When he slipped into the seat, he changed the radio station to something new—some kind of electronic noise kids these days listened to. “I was thinking the same thing.”

As they drove down the street, Trevor put his feet on the dashboard and pressed his thumbs together. “So. This is really the end of us getting drinks, Mikey?”

“Shit, T. The end, the beginning.” Michael’s right hand slipped off the steering wheel and fell open-palmed between them. “Who fuckin’ knows anymore.”

It was a moment before Trevor’s fingers entwined with his own. “Good enough for me, Michael.” A beat. “For now.”

“For now,” Michael echoed. He drove past the motel and chased the sun until the last of its rays bled into the darkness—without ever letting go of Trevor’s hand, without Trevor ever letting go of his.

Hey. Maybe it was a start after all.

~

// Thank you for reading! This is my first story for this pairing and fandom. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

#trikey #gta v #gta 5 #long post #writing on plaid paper

[thunder-the-ranger-wolf]

Human Warriors: Dawn Patrol

In this AU, they were originally cats. The forest has gone for good. When StarClan's chosen can't find anywhere to go that isn't infested by Twolegs, the Clans find that they must adapt. Adapt they will, since they now have the ability to take human form.

Firenze yawned and stretched his arms as the music on his phone got louder. He'd set it so that it would, and he could get up on time, but then Sandy had to go and put it on top of the dresser so not only was he awake, he was forced to get up and find the infernal thing and he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep! 

"That is the goal, dear, now shower and get ready. You have to check in with the other three leaders at the City Council tonight, so pick who's going. Oh, and Brian called right after you went to sleep yesterday. He asked for time off so he can help Squirrel around the house." 

"Did he say how much?" 

"I'd imagine until the kids are born. She looks about ready to pop any day now." 

Firestar groaned.

Brian, still occasionally called Brambleclaw for his steadfastness and stubborn determination, was his daughter's husband as well as one of his best policemen.

He'd considered many times placing the young man in charge officially, but something always held him back. He couldn't help but feel like he was betraying his oldest friend, Greyson, if he ever did.

Grey had been missing since their old territory had been condemned and rebuilt into mall or something. (It was completely unrecognizable now. Firenze had checked himself.) He'd gotten lost in all the commotion of moving every Clan, and never quite found his way to their new home.

The other three leaders thought he was ridiculous for holding out hope for so long, but he knew his friend. Greyson wouldn't just disappear without a trace. He had to be in trouble. 

"Come on, Firenze! Cloud is waiting!" Sandy called up the stairs. 

For the love of the Stars, could her husband be any slower right now?! She wanted to go check on Sammy and here Firestar was, moving slower than the thick tree sap that was so common in their old town, half-forest that it was. 

Colin, also called Cloudtail for his thick, snow-white hair, beeped the horn three more times. 

“C’mon, Uncle F! We’re gonna be late for the patrol!”  

Recently, a gang that called themselves The Foxes had set up camp in the part of the town that Firenze and his Clan had claimed for themselves. ThunderClan was one of four groups that had relocated to the town by the lake, so different from their old home, and yet the same problems remained. There were still times of sickness and famine. (although his daughter, Layla, and her friends in the other Clans often worked as an elite group of Healers.) There were times that intruders ravaged their Clan’s section of the town, like the last group that had invaded their town, the Badgers. (One of their members disagreed with their ways and warned the Clans days prior to the attack, so the damage was not as bad as it could have been. Unfortunately, Midnight had been slaughtered by her brother, the leader, for her choice.) 

Firenze bolted out of the house and jumped into the car, keys flying behind him from the lanyard around his neck, gun and Leader’s badge at his hip. 

“It’s about time!” Colin scoffed as he slammed the gas. “What do you do with yourself?”

“You know I’m not the most organized cat on the block! I’m lucky I have Sandstorm to help me with that, but sometimes… I just need more time!” 

“Yeah, well at least your kids are grown. Mine’s still a teenager. I've got more to do than you ever will, so why are you complaining?”

“Me? Why are you complaining? Whitepaw (Whitney, why do I keep forgetting that?!) is a good cat. Calm, level-headed, responsible, and she’s far overdue for her warrior name. I was thinking we could have the ceremony tonight, if all goes well.”

“I’ll tell her to get ready, then. Be warned, though. She might tackle you. She’s been so excited for this, her walls are plastered with tales of your… exploits. Whitney can’t wait to become a warrior.” Collin snorted. 

“I remember a certain apprentice who bragged every chance he got when he became a warrior before the rest of his denmates.” 

“Yeah, and because of that my wife’s only got half her face and our best friend is dead.” 

“Cloudtail..."

“Let it go, Firestar. We’ve got a patrol to do, remember?” 

#firestar #sandstorm #cloudtail #human warrior cats #human version of dawn patrol #Cloudtail harrasses his uncle

[ucflibrary]

“Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough,   And stands about the woodland ride   Wearing white for Eastertide.   Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again,    And take from seventy springs a score,   It only leaves me fifty more.   

And since to look at things in bloom    Fifty springs are little room, About the woodlands I will go    To see the cherry hung with snow.” -A.E. Housman, Loveliest of Trees

 Welcome to National Poetry Month!

The Academy of American Poets, inspired by the success of Black History Month and Women’s History Month, created National Poetry Month in 1996. It is the largest literary celebration in the world and UCF Libraries are proud to do their part.

UCF Libraries have gathered suggestions to feature 14 books of poetry that are currently in the UCF collection. These works represent a wide range of favorite poetry books of our faculty and staff.

These, and additional titles, are also on the Featured Bookshelf display on the second (main) floor next to the bank of two elevators where they are joined by a selection of nature poetry.

Click on the Keep Reading link below to see the full descriptions and catalog links.

 A Shropshire Lad by A.E. Housman

Housman is a high-water mark of British lyric poetry, and this fine production captures perfectly his strong, melodic beat and decisive rhyme, and his wonderful way with words. Samuel West's cultivated Midlands accent may not be specifically Shropshire, but his voice and reading are true to Housman who was not, after all, some rough Shropshire lad himself but an Oxford don. His Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now and To an Athlete Dying Young are beautifully rendered here. West, you feel, reads poetry as it should be read confidently, with ease and conviction, as if all the world spoke in meter and rhyme.

Suggested by Megan Haught, Teaching & Engagement/Research & Information Services

 All the Poems of Stevie Smith by Stevie Smith

Stevie Smith is among the most popular British poets of the twentieth century. Her poem “Not Waving but Drowning” has been widely anthologized, and her life was celebrated in the classic 1978 movie Stevie. This new and updated edition of Stevie Smith’s collected poems includes hundreds of works from her thirty-five-year career. The Smith scholar Will May collects poems and illustrations from published volumes, provides fascinating details about their provenance, and describes the various versions Smith presented. Satirical, mischievous, teasing, disarming, Smith’s poems take readers from comedy to tragedy and back again, while her line drawings are by turns unsettling and beguiling.

Suggested by Rachel Edford, Teaching & Engagement

 Calling a Wolf a Wolf by Kaveh Akbar

This highly-anticipated debut boldly confronts addiction and courses the strenuous path of recovery, beginning in the wilds of the mind. Poems confront craving, control, the constant battle of alcoholism and sobriety, and the questioning of the self and its instincts within the context of this never-ending fight.

Suggested by Sandy Avila, Research & Information Services

 Dirt Eaters by Teri Youmans Grimm

The book was born of the consequences of leaving a place and family steeped in the history and traditions of the South. The poet, having moved to the Midwest, has become a sort of expatriate in her father's eyes, and she herself has underestimated the hold that home would have over her. These poems are a mystical journey back through her ancestry. The dead serve as conjurers and characters both real and mythologized throughout the collection--Uncle Seward, who uses dice and the Bible as a means of prophecy; blind Aunt Ater, who finds solace and doom in biblical numbers; an unlucky man facing certain death as he stands on an alligator's back; and women who gorge themselves on dirt--all find their way back to life in these poems. Dirt Eaters seeks grace in the unlikeliest of people and places. Bound up with the peculiar, however, is the poet's own desire to reconcile the handed-down shame and faulty pride within herself as well as the religion of the ecstatic within her own quiet questioning.

Suggested by Rebecca Hawk, Circulation

 Enough Rope by Dorothy Parker

Suggested by Jamie LaMoreaux, Acquisitions & Collections

 New & Selected Poems by Stephen Dunn

Stephen Dunn is justly celebrated as one of the strongest poets of his generation. Now in this rich gathering, he selects from his eight collections and includes sixteen new poems marked by the haunting "Snowmass Cycle". The heralded clarity and intelligence of Dunn's poems are in full evidence here, as is his ability to charm and evoke pathos. As ever, wit happily resides with seriousness, affirmation coexists with hardship. "I want to find the cool, precise language / for how passion gives rise to passion," Dunn says in one of the new poems. For two decades, such insistence has led him to a wise lucidity that places him among our consequential poets.

Suggested by Rebecca Hawk, Circulation

 Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay

One of America's best-loved poets, Edna St Vincent Millay (1892-1950) burst onto the literary scene at a very young age and won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1923. Her lyrics and sonnets have thrilled generations of readers long after the notoriously bohemian lifestyle she led in Greenwich Village in the 1920s ceased to shock them.

Suggested by Jamie LaMoreaux, Acquisitions & Collections

 Poems: North & South, a cold spring by Elizabeth Bishop

Elizabeth Bishop was an American poet and writer from Worcester, Massachusetts. She was the Poet Laureate of the United States from 1949 to 1950, a Pulitzer Prize winner in 1956. and a National Book Award Winner for Poetry in 1970. She is considered one of the most important and distinguished American poets of the 20th century.

Suggested by Rachel Edford, Teaching & Engagement

 Selected Poetry of Ogden Nash: 650 rhymes, verses, lyrics, and poems by Ogden Nash

Gathers poems on a variety of subjects including love, marriage, parenthood, modern life, animals, aging, travel, work, and food.

Suggested by Rachel Edford, Teaching & Engagement & Jamie LaMoreaux, Acquisitions & Collections

 The 100 Best Poems of All Time edited by Leslie Pockell

This poetry companion puts favourite poetry and poets from around the world at your fingertips, enabling you to revisit the classics, encounter unfamiliar masterworks and rediscover old favourites.

Suggested by Sandy Avila, Research & Information Services

 The Golden Shovel Anthology: new poems honoring Gwendolyn Brooks edited by Peter Kahn, Ravi Shankar, and Patricia Smith

The last words of each line in a Golden Shovel poem are, in order, words from a line or lines taken from a Brooks poem. The poems are, in a way, secretly encoded to enable both a horizontal reading of the new poem and vertical reading down the right-hand margin of Brooks's original. An array of writers, including Pulitzer Prize winners, T. S. Eliot Prize winners, National Book Award winners, and National Poet Laureates, have written poems for this anthology: Rita Dove, Billy Collins, Nikki Giovani, Sharon Olds, Tracy K. Smith, Mark Doty, Sharon Draper, and Julia Glass are just a few of the contributing poets.

Suggested by Megan Haught, Teaching & Engagement/Research & Information Services

 The Heart Aroused: poetry and the preservation of the soul in corporate America by David Whyte

In The Heart Aroused, David Whyte brings his unique perspective as poet and consultant to the workplace, showing readers how fulfilling work can be when they face their fears and follow their dreams. Going beneath the surface concerns about products and profits, organization and order, Whyte addresses the needs of the heart and soul, and the fears and desires that many workers keep hidden.

Suggested by Rebecca Hawk, Circulation

The Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo

Xiomara Batista feels unheard and unable to hide in her Harlem neighborhood. Ever since her body grew into curves, Xiomara Batista has learned to let her fists and her fierceness do the talking. She pours all her frustration and passion onto the pages of a leather notebook, reciting the words to herself like prayers--especially after she catches feelings for a boy in her bio class named Aman, who her family can never know about. Mami is determined to force her daughter to obey the laws of the church, and Xiomara understands that her thoughts are best kept to herself. When she is invited to join her school's slam poetry club, she can't stop thinking about performing her poems.

Suggested by Emma Gisclair, Curriculum Materials Center

 The Poetry of Arab Women: a contemporary anthology edited by Nathalie Handal

Arab women poets work within one of the oldest literary traditions in the world, yet they are virtually unknown in the West. Uniting Arab women poets from the all over the Arab World anti abroad, Nathalie Handal has put together an outstanding collection that introduces poets who write in Arabic, French, English, and Swedish, among them some of the twentieth century's most accomplished poets and today's most exciting new voices. Translated by distinguished translators and poets from around the world, The Poetry of Arab Women showcases the work of 82 poets, among them: Etel Adnan, Andre Chedid, Salma Khadra Jayyusi, Naomi Shihab Nye, and Fadwa Tuqan.

Suggested by Christina Wray, Teaching & Engagement

 The Rain in Portugal by Billy Collins

The Rain in Portugal—a title that admits he’s not much of a rhymer—sheds Collins’s ironic light on such subjects as travel and art, cats and dogs, loneliness and love, beauty and death. A student of the everyday, Collins here contemplates a weather vane, a still life painting, the calendar, and a child lost at a beach. His imaginative fabrications have Shakespeare flying comfortably in first class and Keith Richards supporting the globe on his head. By turns entertaining, engaging, and enlightening, The Rain in Portugal amounts to another chorus of poems from one of the most respected and familiar voices in the world of American poetry.

Suggested by Larry Cooperman, Research & Information Services

#ucflibrary #national poetry month #poetry #book suggestions

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An Unlikely Bond

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by hunter_king

`Let the chase begin…' Jared is a vampire hunter; Jensen is a vampire. Love at first sight? Hardly; Jared is a bitter, world-weary vampire hunter at just 22 years old, his sacred but lonely birthright. Jensen is more than 500 years old and has seen more than most can imagine, and has killed more than one slayer in the past; but as soon as Jensen sees Jared, something changes. He doesn’t want to kill Jared. He wants Jared in his bed; permanently. But Jared is no ordinary hunter, as proved by his age when most slayers barely survive their teens. Jared has visions of the future, but can never see his own. Having been trained to fight from childhood Jared is without peer when fighting, but knows nothing of living. He’s never had a lover, his only relationship went terribly wrong, and he’s been deprived of many comforts in life. Despite having a trusted support network that would do anything for him and follow him to their death, in the end Jared is always alone.

Words: 70342, Chapters: 11/11, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Supernatural - J2

Fandoms: Supernatural RPF, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Gerald Padalecki, Misha Collins, Sandy McCoy, Sophia Bush, Chad Michael Murray, Christian Kane, Steve Carlson, Mike Rosenbaum, Tom Welling, Katie Cassidy, Frederic Lehane, Jim Beaver, Danneel Harris, Alona Tal, Sebastian Spence, Mitch Pileggi, Jake Abel, Robert Wilson, Josh Ackles, Cindy Sampson, Mark Pellegrino

Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki

Additional Tags: Slash, Abuse, Violence, Blood Drinking, Swearing, Top Jensen Ackles, Bottom Jared Padalecki, Vampires

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #j2 #padackles #supernatural rpf

[seedfinance]

How CPAs helped save businesses during COVID-19

As the COVID–19th Pandemic changed the business environment, customers turned to their CPAs to keep their businesses alive. CPAs offering Client Advisory Services (CAS) were well positioned to help clients in difficulty stabilize and reposition their business. The term CAS can encompass everything from outsourced accounting to outsourced CFO and controller services to management consulting services. Have CPAs who offer CAS real–Time Knowing about their clients ‘finances, which gives them the opportunity to offer a better strategic perspective on their clients’ business. For example, CPAs working with customers in affected sectors used CAS to enable their customers to re-imagine what is possible.

Let restaurants cook

About 75% of Nick Swedberg’s customers are restaurants and small craft breweries in Minnesota. These types of companies were “some of the hardest hit” during the pandemic shutdown, he said.

To help his customers stay in business, Swedberg, a partner at Boyum Barenscheer in Bloomington, Minnesota, advised them on a variety of solutions, such as: to–walk Sales and deliveries. Since they had planned to start deliveries to replace In–person while eating, they had to deal with questions about the profitability and feasibility of moving, including analysis of employee compensation, auto insurance and handling tips, which are highly regulated in his state. He was able to do this with Excel, “set up some advanced formulas so there are only a few key metrics” that he had to adjust to test possible outcomes for different scenarios, he said.

Swedberg also helped its clients reach out to local government leaders for temporary exemptions from regulations. For example, some of its restaurant owner customers got permission from their cities to expand outdoors when indoor eating was banned. One city had a restaurant take over a city parking lot, while another closed its main street to allow al fresco dining. When a customer of a brewery owner asked the local health authority if beer delivery could be legalized, the board worked with the company to make it happen possible.

Swedberg supported this process by quantifying how the special permits sought by customers could save their restaurants and the jobs of their employees, and help them make convincing arguments on the spot Government.

As customers got more creative, Swedberg helped them implement their ideas. For example, a Mexican restaurant owner turned half of its space into a market where customers could buy salsa, meat, and other ingredients that they could use in preparing meals at home. As Swedberg predicts, the pivot cost has been minimal, the restaurant business has gotten a boost, and the market has done well. “It was fun to see how it comes to fruition,” he said. On the flip side, another client decided not to pursue their plans to convert their space into a home for four types of restaurants when the projected cost was too high.

“My job is to get them to put their thoughts in order and then come up with a real financial forecast,” to see if their plans were viable, Swedberg said. “Do you remember in math when you had to convert a word problem into an equation?

Maintaining the health of service-related practices

Sandy Shecter, CPA, CGMA, is the company-wide director of Rehmann Solutions, a division of 900–person Rehmann with branches in three federal states. Based in Detroit, Shecter has customers of doctors, dentists, and surgical centers that range in size from one provider to 350+. Their opening ability and patient volumes were impacted when many states ordered closures last spring.

Shecter stepped in to help clients apply for the Paycheck Protection Program and other loans or grants. Your company also worked with clients to provide data and forecasting for decision making on management issues such as: B. to provide employee leave; introducing new ways to work with patients, such as B. Telemedicine; and solving critical technology problems, such as cybersecurity or the complete outsourcing of a customer’s IT department.

Your company also assists with a variety of outsourced services, including recruiting to reduce staff costs, technology expertise that enables telemedicine, and outsourced bookkeeping and bookkeeping. “Providing these services on an outsourced basis enables customers to customize their usage as needed,” she said.

At the end of September 2020, most of Shecter’s customers were almost back In front–pandemic Patient level, but predicts permanent change. Your strategic planning with customers includes options such as making greater use of patient portals for communication and switching return–office Employees too the end–Location locations.

She advises CPAs to think beyond compliance and focus on delivering more to clients in terms of business consulting. “The pandemic underscored the value that customers place on us real–Time Information that they can use to manage their business, “she said.” This is really crucial. “For example, your customers often ask her for help with cash flow management, debt aging analysis, and budget recalculation and monitoring.

Finding the key to real estate sustainability

When rental income declined during the pandemic, Brandon Hall, CPA, who served as his clients’ outsourced CFO, conducted real estate portfolio research for clients of real estate investors to see how they could improve rental income performance. He also developed the tax minimization and costs–Demarcation Strategies to help them improve cash flow.

Hall, the CEO of 24–employees The Real Estate CPA firm of Raleigh, NC creates custom dashboards for clients using Google Sheets, spreadsheets that are easy to access and collaborate with for both him and his clients. It is possible to enter the customer’s QuickBooks online accounting data live into this dashboard. “The dashboard keeps track of what’s important to the customer,” said Hall, which usually includes information about utilization. budget–to–costs, Rehab expenses, cash income from a cash investment in real estate, return on equity and internal rate of return.

Hall was initially concerned about the economic uncertainty the pandemic was causing, as he hadn’t seen a similar disruption in his career. His business coach gave advice that he uses with his own customers and recommends other practitioners: Create a financial plan for the next 12 months that will be in one– to two–month Tranches and set the expected financial performance metrics for each tranche. Decide what action to take if you miss your metrics by 10%, 20%, and so on – for example, staff or expense savings. Once you hit your metrics, no changes will be made necessary.

Just having a plan of what to do when outcomes are good and bad can reduce customer stress and improve their response to setbacks, Hall said. “You cannot control the economy, but you can control how you react to it,” he said.

Help construction companies build stronger businesses

In northern Colorado, due to the dynamism of the local economy, the pandemic had minimal economic impact on construction customers, said Ralph Shinn, CPA / PFS, partner at nine–employees ClearPath consultant in Fort Collins. Surprisingly, the real challenge for these customers was to hire enough workers or contractors as some decided to stop working and start receiving unemployment benefits during the pandemic. When this forced clients to postpone some projects, the company helped them use that time as an opportunity to reevaluate their hiring practices.

The company also helped its customers bill and invoice additional expenses related to the pandemic or prepare quotes that include additional expenses related to the pandemic, such as the cost of personal protective equipment required on construction sites, and the additional mileage and vehicle fees that employees incur when carpooling is no longer feasible. “Lots [clients] didn’t take that cost into account, “Shinn said.

Shinn’s practice has too Professional–Services Customers ranging from physical therapists to companies providing hospital administration services. Many of these customers were unfamiliar with remote working, so Shinn’s company, which has been using remote working for more than 20 years, offered them free training on the remote control–work Environment and access to the cloud–based Packages it uses. “We wanted to show them that work in one cloud–based and a paperless environment can make businesses more efficient, effective and profitable, “Shinn said. The company also offered advice on the tax benefits of setting up home offices and training remote workers.

CPAs can step in when customers struggle

In uncertain times, many clients not only seek tax and accounting help, but also business advice. As companies grappled with the economic upheaval caused by the pandemic, CPAs stepped in to identify customers’ needs based on their existing knowledge of their companies. Offering CAS services can strengthen the role of CPAs as trusted business advisors who can provide practical and effective solutions to business challenges and valuable advice on how to make the most of opportunities.

source https://seedfinance.net/2021/08/12/how-cpas-helped-save-businesses-during-covid-19/

[jotem]

Dünya müzik olarak bence hiçbir zaman 1960 -1990 arasındaki romantizmi yakalayamayacak...

O dönemlerin en sevdiğim şarkılarından bazılarını sizler için paylaşıyorum....Unuttuklarım olabilir...Lütfen siz de ekleyin..

Sevgiler..

Aydın İzbudak

Santa Esmeralda -Your My Everything

Black - Wonderful Life

Michael Fugain - Une Belle Historie

Jason Donovan - Sealed With A Kiss

Stevie Wonder - I Just Called To Say I Love You

Lionel Richie - Hello

Rockwell - Knife

Richard Marx - Right Here Waiting

Whitney Houston - I Will Always Love You

Whitney Houston - I Have Nothing

Cat Stevens - Lady d'Arbanville

Elton John- Little Jeannie

Jermaine Jackson, Pia Zadora - When the Rain Begins to Fall.

The Eagles - Hotel California

King Crimson - Epitaph..

No Doubt - Don't Speak

Dalida, Alain Delon - Paroles, paroles

Oscar Harris - Alta Gracia...

Barbra Streisand -Woman In Love

Orson Welles - I Know What It Is To Be Young

Demis Roussos - Forever and Ever

Joe Dassin -Et si tu n'existais pas

Edith Piaf - Sous le ciel de paris

Tom Jones - Delilah

Engelbert Humperdinck -How I Love You

Shirley Bassey -. Where Do I Begin Love Story

Frank Sınatra -Myway

Frank Sınatra - Moon River

Diana Ross & Lionel Richie - Endless Love

Barbra Streisand - The Way We Were..

Jose Feliciano - Rain

Jose Feliciano - The Gypsy

Nelson Ned- Tudo Passara...

Dean Martin - Sway..

Kenny Rogers -Lady

Elvis Presley - Always On My Mind...

Elvis Presley -Can't Help Falling In Love..

Abba -Mamma Mia..

Berlin -Take My Breah Away ..

Wham -Careless Whisper..

Dire Straits -Money For Nothing..

Modern Talking -You’re My Heart, You’re My Soul

Culture Club -Do You Really Want to Hurt Me

Gazebo -I like Chopin

Sinead O’Connor -Nothing Compares

Billy Ocean -Suddenly

Chris de Burgh -Lady in red..

Phil Collins -Another Day in Paradise

Simon & Garfunkel - The Sound of Silence

Bonnie Tyler - Total Eclipse of the Heart...

Irene Cara -Flashdance

Michael Sembello - Maniac

Roxette - It Must Have Been Love

Pet Shop Boys - It's A Sin..

Sam Brown -Stop

Nat King Cole - Autumn Leaves

Nat King Cole - Unforgettable

The Platters - Smoke Get In Your Eyes

Adamo -Tombe la neige...

Paul Young - Everytime You Go Away

Terry Jacks - Seasons In The Sun

Terry Jacks -If you go away

The Monkees - Daydream Believer..

Neil Sedaka – You Mean Everything To Me..

Sade - Smooth Operator..

Boney M. - Brown Girl in the Ring..

Sting - Shape of My Heart..

Sting - Desert Rose..

Bryan Adams - (Everything I Do) I Do It For You ...

Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On..

Bee Gees - How Deep Is Your Love ..

The Bangles - Eternal Flame..

Beck - Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime..

Bill Withers - Ain't No Sunshine..

Righteous Brothers - Unchained Melody

Casablanca - As Time Goes By..

Billie Holiday - Summertime..

Charles Aznavour - She...

Mario Lanza-Santa Lucia..

Simply Red - If You Don't Know Me By Now..

Simply Red - Holding Back The Years..

Emerson, Lake & Palmer - C'est La Vie..

Diana Ross - Do you know where you're going to

Loreena McKennitt Tango Evora..

Foreigner - I Want To Know What Love Is ..

The Beatles - Yesterday..

John Lennon - Woman.

John Lennon-Imagine..

Rolling Stones - Angie.

Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here..

Status Quo - In The Army Now..

Silver Convention - Fly Robin Fly ..

Baccara Yes Sir, I Can Boogie ..

Patrick Hernandez - Born to Be Alive ..

Leif Garret - I was made for dancin...

Nada -Una chitarra e un'armonica..

NADA - El Corazón es un Gitano

Peppino di Capri - Melancolie..

Peppino di Capri - Roberta..

Riccardo Fogli - Storie di tutti i giorni..

Riccardo Fogli-Per Lucia..

Anne-Marie David - Tu Te Reconnaitras in..

Julio Iglesias - El Amor..

The Moody Blues - Nights In White Satin..

Dean Martin - That's Amore...

Vittorio Paltrinieri - Portofino..

Christian Adam - Si Tu Savais Combien Je T'aime..

Jean Francois Maurice - Aranjuez Mon Amour...

Jean Francois Michael - Adieu Jolie Candy..

Jean- François Michael -Si L'amour Existe Encore..

Jean-François Michael - Je pense à toi ..

Jean Francois Michael- Coupable..

Sandy Posey - All hang up in your green eyes..

Morris Albert - Feelings ..

Alain Barrière & Noëlle Cordier - Tu t'en vas.

Sharif Dean ‎- Do You Love Me? ...

Lara Fabian - Je t'aime...

Mireille Mathieu- Pardonne moi ce caprice d'enfant...

Mireille Mathieu - C’est l’amour et la vie que je te dois..

Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade of Pale...

Aphrodite's Child - Rain and tears...

Scorpions - Maybe I Maybe You...

The Animals - House of the Rising Sun..

Deep Purple - Child In Time..

The Mamas & The Papas - California Dreamin..

Leonard Cohen -Dance Me to the End of Love..

Shocking Blue - Venus...

Tanita Tikaram - Twist In My Sobriety..

James Blunt - Goodbye My Lover...

Alain Delorme - Je rêve souvent d'une femme..

Louis Armstrong - What A Wonderful World..

Jane Birkin & Serge Gainsbourg - Je T'aime...

Scott McKenzie -San Francisco...

Albert Hammond - It Never Rains In Southern California ...

Enrico Macias -Adieu Mon Pays..

Enrico Macias -Melisa..

The Platters-Only You...

Roberto Carlos - Lady Laura ..

Andy Williams - Love Is A Many Splendored Thing ..

Bob Dylan - One More Cup of Coffee ..

Sting - Englishman In New York..

Matt Monro - The Music Played...

Styx - Boat On The River...

Shirley Bassey -Yesterday when l was young..

George Michael - Careless Whisper..

Patrick Juvet - La musica ...

Charles Aznavour - Hier Encore ...

Mort Shuman - Sorrow...

Engelbert Humperdinck -Take my heart .....

Mort Shuman -Brooklyn by the sea...

Paul Anka -Papa......

Paul Anka - It's Time To Cry ...

Roxette - Listen To Your Heart...

Jennifer Rush - The Power Of Love ..

Elton John - Sacrifice....

Ricky Shayne - Mamy Blue..

Dalida- O Sole Mio ...

Carpenters - Top of the World..

Matt Monro - All Of A Sudden...

David Alexandre Winter - Oh Lady Mary..(Samanyolu)

Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softly...

Whitney Houston, & Mariah Carey - When You Believe..

Busta Rhymes, Mariah Carey - I Know What You Want...

Elvis Presley - Love Me Tender..

Iva Zanicchi - Io Ti Daro Di Piu..

Sol Raye - If we were free...

Michael Bolton - When a Man Loves a Woman..

Michael Bolton - How Am I Supposed To Live Without You..

Joe Cocker - Unchain My Heart...

Joe Cocker - Ain't No Sunshine..

Joe Cocker - You are so beautiful..

Zager And Evans - In The Year 2525 ..

Chris Rea -The Blue Cafe..

Rare Bird - Sympathy...

The Moody Blues - Melancholy Man...

Christian Delagrange - Sans toi je suis seul..(Sessiz Gemi)...

Nat King Cole -Quizás, quizás, quizás...

Pierre Bachelet - Emmanuelle ..

Herve Vilard - Capri C'est Fini ...

Gilbert Becaud - Nathalie ..

Christophe - Aline ...

Daniel Gerard - Marylou...

Edith Piaf - La Vie En Rose...

Noir Désir - Le Vent Nous Portera..

Belle- Notre Dame De Paris...

Charles Aznavour - La Boheme...

Sylvie Vartan - La Maritza...

Sylvie Vartan - Nicolas...

Sylvie Vartan- Abracadabra...

Nancy Sinatra - Bang Bang..

Joan Baez - Donna, Donna..

Enrico Macias - Solenzara..

Catherine Deneuve - Toi jamais...

Dalida - Le Temps des Fleurs...

Marie Laforet -Vien Vien...

Falco - Jeanny ..

Nicole - Ein bisschen Frieden...

Status Quo - In The Army Now..

Israel Kamakawiwo'ole -Somewhere Over the Rainbow....

Kool & The Gang - Fresh...

Kool & The Gang - Cherish...

Leo Sayer - More Than I Can Say..

Gipsy Kings - No Volvere..

Marc Antony - When I Dream At Night...

Sting - Fragile...

Gerry & The Pacemakers - You'll Never Walk Alone...

Pet Shop Boys - Go West...

Nana Mouskouri - Plaisir d'amour ...

Nana Mouskouri- Millisse Mou (senden başka)

Nana Mouskouri - Ave Maria ...

Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up..

A-ha - Take On Me..

Glenn Medeiros - Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You..

The Police - Every Breath You Take...

Alphaville - Sounds Like A Melody...

Belinda Carlisle - Circle In The Sand ...

Starship - Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now....

Paula Abdul - Straight Up...

Bon Jovi - You Give Love A Bad Name..

Rick James - Super Freak...

USA For Africa - We Are The World ...

Kim Wilde - You Keep Me Hangin' On..

Kim Carnes- I'll Be There Where The Heart Is...

The Cars - Drive...

Taylor Dayne- Tell It To My Heart...

Willie Nelson - Just Breathe...

Willie Nelson - I'll Love You Till The Day I Die...

CC Catch - Cause You Are Young ..

Madonna - Like A Virgin...

Tina Turner - What's Love Got to Do with It...

Roy Orbison - Oh, Pretty Woman...

Dawn - Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree...

Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell -Ain't No Mountain High Enough..

Frankie Valli - Can't Take My Eyes Off You ....

Gloria Gaynor - I Will Survive....

Demis Roussos- Goodbye My Love Goodbye...

Al Bano & Romina Power - Felicita...

Rupert Holmes - Escape...

[grapevynerendezvous]

The Sopwith Camel - Sopwith Camel A prime example of how fast things can develop, The Sopwith Camel released their only hit single less than one year after they had started rehearsing as a band. Within a week after founder Peter Kraemer met guitarist Terry MacNeil (later known as Nandi Devam) at Big Little Book Store in San Francisco they had written several songs, including Hello Hello, Frantic Desolation and You Always Tell Me Baby. By the end of 1965 they added three other band members guitarist William Sievers, drummer Norman Mayell, and bassist Bobby Collins who soon gave way to Martin Beard. The band started rehearsals in a former firehouse on Sacramento St. In April they laid down six tracks for a demo recording.

Thanks to Bobby Collins, who had briefly played bass for Kraemer and MacNeil in the beginning, a copy of the demo ended up in the hands of Erik Jacobson. A New York producer with Sweet Reliable Productions, Jacobsen had been responsible for seven top ten hits for The Lovin’ Spoonful in one year. He had also worked with Tim Hardin as well as with The Charlatans, another fledgling SF band. Particularly attracted to Sopwith Camel’s Hello Hello, Jacobsen came to California to meet with them in May. Within the week the band signed a contract with his Sweet Reliable Productions. In late summer he took them into Coast Studio in SF to do the basic track of Hello Hello. The band then relocated to New York City to record the album and while there, signed with Kama Sutra, for which Jacobsen had produced two albums with The Lovin’ Spoonful. The Sopwith Camel was the second San Francisco band of the era to be signed to a label. Recording was done intermittently throughout the Fall while The Sopwith Camel also toured as an opener for The Lovin’ Spoonful. This meant they spent an extended period of time in New York.

Not long after Hello Hello b/w Treadin’ had been released as a single the band returned to San Francisco. After the release of their next single, Postcard From Jamaica b/w Little Orphan Annie, in April 1967. Sopwith Camel went back into Coast Recorders and recorded one more track, The Great Morpheum. In May the eponymous album was released. By this time Hello Hello had gone off the charts and that next single, had not been successful. Considering this, a sticker was placed on the album upon release that said, Remember Hello Hello! In early October a third single, Saga of the Low Down Let Down b/w The Great Morpheum was released but did not chart. It took over five months for the album, Sopwith Camel, to enter the Billboard Top 200 and after two weeks it went off the chart. By this time the band had started slowly disintegrating. 

Hello Hello was not the song one would have expected to be the first Top 40 hit to herald the up-and-coming San Francisco psychedelia music era. It was released in mid-November 1966, b/w Treadin’. It entered the Billboard Hot 100 on Dec. 24 and by January ’67 crested at No.26 on the Top 100,y becoming the first San Francisco band in that era to have a Top 40 hit song. It did very well in some markets across the country: No.2 in San Jose CA, No.3 in San Diego CA, No.4 in San Francisco CA, and Louisville KY, and No.5 in San Antonio TX and Boston MA. It was one of the first songs written by band founder Peter Kraemer and guitarist Terry MacNeil right after the first met. The style harkens back to the days of Vaudeville, which was the primary live music source from the the late 1800’s to the early 1930s. The lyrics are about a simple desire to meet someone, get to know them, to share with them.

Song two of the album, Frantic Desolation, was also one fo the first songs Peter Kraemer and Terry MacNeil wrote together, but , according to MacNeil, they didn’t perform it early on. They decided to record it because they needed songs for the album. It was a distinct shift from the good timey vaudevillian Hello Hello to a distinctly psychedelic sound. The fuzztone guitar played by Terry MacNeil was noted by Elvis Costello to be ‘one of the best examples of psychedelic guitar from the period’. In an interview with the The Psychedelic Guitar MacNeil said that he wanted to reflect the meaning of the words desolation, desperation, in his guitar playing. He sat close to the amp for feed-back and played as weird as he could. In later reincarnations of Sopwith Camel it was regularly played.

William “Willie” Sievers penned The Saga of the Low Down Let Down. This has a good time feel to it musically, but it is about a low down let down none the less.. MacNeil again shines on the all too short, but effective guitar solo. Little Orphan Annie is a musical version of the syndicated newspaper comic strip that first appeared in 1924. Back to the vaudeville era, but with just a hint of the ‘60s hippie chick as well. The tongue-in-cheek performance has a a very winning way about it, with a skillful instrumental interlude featuring twelve-string guitar. One can’t help conjuring up images of Annie and Sandy in this winning “comic strip” tune.

The final two songs on side one each have their own character about them. You Always Tell Me Baby recites a complaint about how the protagonist is being told how to do things by their counterpart. It features flowing harmonies behind the lead vocals and well placed trumpet throughout. The conclusion of the song seems poised for the following song. Maybe in a Dream is basically an instrumental until the final quarter of the song. It has an optimistic feel as guitars and keyboards soar and glide throughout. The most arresting song on the album, Cellophane Woman, starts off side two. It is the other psychedelic number but with a harder, almost punk quality to it. The lyrics, written by Willy Sievers, seem to be an anti-materialism metaphor that doesn’t quite hit it’s mark. Yet the angst is there and the instrumentation takes it over the top right to the finish. Returning to the roots of the album, The Things That I Could Do With You takes it straight  back to the vaudeville era. Again written by Kraemer and MacNeil, this one is a fantasy about all the things someone could be doing together with their girl. Well, not quite that kind of fantasy, unless you let your imagination run wild. It features a nice little harmonium solo. Walk in the Park continues in the vein of old-time vaudeville, only this time going back to the 19th century for inspiration. While very original in many ways, composer Willy Sievers seems to take a cue from British songwriter Harry Dacre’s 1892 “Daisy Bell (A Bicycle Built for Two)”. Sievers replaces a ride on a bicycle with a walk in the park. The ragtime-style piano style fits in perfectly as do the background harmonies. On top of all this, the comedic voice-over in the middle is priceless as William, shyly but slyly, asks Daffney to take a walk in the park with him. The Great Morpheum was the last song written and recorded for the album. Like Hello Hello, it was recorded in San Francisco. It was in April 1967, the month before the album release. The band had just recorded four 45-second commercials for Levi Strauss. Peter Kraemer recalls that he and Terry MacNeil went into a smaller studio at Coast Recorders to write the song. Along with guest saxophonist Terry Clements, Martin Beard and Norman Mayell had the basic track cut on the second take. After inclusion in the album it later became the B-side of their third single. The pace of the song slows considerably from the other cuts on the album. It has variation within itself though and the highlight happens when Clements’ saxophone comes to the fore. The song is about a surreal movie at a theater (the Morpheum). I was recently enlightened by none other than Peter Kraemer, that the Great Morpheum is in fact, about the Vietnam War. I agree that, with a bit of thought and understanding, makes perfect sense. Thanks to Peter for pointing this out. Who else would know better than he? The song’s conclusion builds to a dramatic finish, but once again the last note, so to speak, hangs in mid-air. It also leads into the final song.

Postcard From Jamaica begins with a postman ringing a doorbell announcing a mail delivery. It’s a message from a girlfriend who is visiting Jamaica, and an invitation for the reader to take a trip to see her there. As the album had not come out as yet, Postcard From Jamaica b/w Little Orphan Annie was released as second single. The haste to get it out created a scenario as told by Peter Kraemer, "Sopwith Camel was being interviewed by the DJ at a radio studio in Dallas when a guy named Richie, from Cavallo’s (the band’s manager) office, brought the 45 in from New York. When the engineer in the sound booth dropped the tone arm it bounced and skated right off the record. He tried again; it did the same thing. He looked at the band through the double glass and sadly shook his head; the bass was cut too hot and the record wouldn't track. It would play on the more primitive equipment in jukeboxes and became what was called a 'jukebox hit' in some parts of the country and in Canada.”

The album featured poster artist Victor Moscoso’s first great pop-art cover. Essentialy the design already was used for a Matrix poster back in February. The back liner cover had the first infra-red band photo, shot by Jim Marshall.

While Hello Hello wasn’t precisely one of my favorite songs, when I spotted the album at the record store I decided to find out what the rest of it sounded like. I thought it strange that there was a sticker on the cover that said REMEMBER HELLO, HELLO. Of course I remembered it, but at the time I perhaps didn’t completely get that their only hit song had come and gone three or four months before the album hit the market. I immediately enjoyed what I heard though, and quickly added it to my small but growing collection.

I felt that overall, the song-writing, arrangements, originality, vocals and instrumentality were really top-notch. It’s notable that the music was all band-written, not something usually encountered at that time. What struck me most about some of the writing was its’ droll humor. In particular I was quite taken by Little Orphan Annie and Walk in the Park. They are among those songs on the album that harkened back to vaudevillian style, yet worked so well in the renaissance of the ‘60s. I was equally intrigued by Frantic Desolation and Cellophane Woman, both of which explored the more experimental aspects of the period. While I enjoyed the rest of the songs, the final two took me a bit longer to warm up to. I simply didn’t listen to them as much for quite awhile. Eventually though, I began to appreciate the more elaborate arrangement of The Great Morpheum, and the warmth and optimism of Postcard From Jamaica.

The record quickly became one of my favorites. I can still fairly well sing along with most all the songs. It’s unfortunate that, since the album faded so quickly once it finally appeared, not many people really got to hear all Sopwith Camel had to offer. It turns out that by the time of the release the band had started to fall apart due primarily to bickering and, as one band member called it, immaturity. Willy Sievers had announced in November that he intended to leave to start a solo career, but didn’t actually do that until late spring of the next year. The band members still played in other projects, some of which included two or more of them, but things seemed to be over for good. At least for the time being. I missed a golden opportunity to see not only Sopwith Camel, but Buffalo Springfield and The Standells as well in 1967. The event was a tri-school dance that had been put together by a student named Rod Jew at Cubberley High School in Palo Alto. Held at the high school pavilion, the concert was on April 27th, just prior to the Camel’s album release. All the bands had, or were enjoying, big hits. I thought I had lost any opportunity after that but Sopwith Camel was to have more in store.

Another opportunity unexpectedly came up in 1971. After not hearing anything about Sopwith Camel for nearly four years, they resurfaced playing a dance concert at Foothill Community College in Los Altos Hills CA. By this time I was a student there and attended the show in the gym with my girlfriend/future wife. While he was not aware that this event had occurred, based on information obtained through a blog done by music historian Bruno Ceriotti, it appears that four of the original band members had reunited. Hearing them play songs from that first album live was like a dream come true.

Speaking of Bruno Cerotti, through three decades of research he created a day-by-day diary of The Sopwith Camel as well as other bands. Utilizing information from interviews, as well as gathering many visuals, from several individuals and news media sources, it gives far more details than one would would normally expect to encounter. Particularly for a band that had but two albums (not counting re-releases), three singles, one hit song, and lasted less than a decade at their height. He also documented their return to performing from 2009-2016. Finally looking into what Bruno has accomplished I decided to reach out to him and we have become friends. He was quite amazed and excited to hear of the show at Foothill College. He helped me hone in on the year it must of happened and now all we need to do is get a precise date and any other details. It’s good to be interactive.

http://brunoceriotti.weebly.com/the-sopwith-camel.html

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sopwith_Camel_(band)

https://www.allmusic.com/album/the-sopwith-camel-mw0000117772

website https://www.sopwithcamel.com

Joel Selvin articles https://www.sopwithcamel.com/stories2.html

https://www.sopwithcamel.com/stories4.html

https://sopwithcamel.org/about-the-band/

https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-news/sopwith-camel-where-are-they-now-93996/

https://www.sopwithcamel.com/Albums.html

https://vancouversignaturesounds.com/hits/hello-hello-sopwith-camel/

http://therockasteria.blogspot.com/2014/09/sopwith-camel-sopwith-camel-1966-67-us.html

https://www.discogs.com/artist/391236-Sopwith-Camel

https://www.sopwithcamel.com/stories4.html

http://www.rockremnants.com/2013/06/22/song-of-the-week-hello-hello-sopwith-camel/

http://andrewdarlington.blogspot.com/2014/01/

https://www.sopwithcamel.com/Terry.html

https://fictionliberationfront.net/erik_jacobsen.html

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Jacobsen

Hello Hello https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YjYsl__loTw

Frantic Desolation https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uaxiKL-Rzjk

Saga of the Low Down Let Down https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KdcMbtkQxaQ

Little Orphan Annie https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-y-afIkukg

You Always Tell Me Baby: Maybe in a Dream https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yU2Saf1EKlc

Cellophane Woman https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_0LxEQnnVI

The Things That I Could Do With You https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z3-kM0brrXQ

Walk in the Park https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3CIG6Xc-GFc

The Great Morpheum; Postcard From Jamaica https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DU5e3lcHkx0

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