the enormity of my desire disgusts me etc etc
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[Worlds in Worlds — Danusha Laméris]
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vacation bible school activity: where did you find god in your life today? // february 18 2024
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Tear The Flesh
TW: Gore, cannibalism
Rip, rip, rip,
Tear the flesh from the body,
Drip, drip, drip,
Let blood pool to the floor,
May the skin be torn,
May the mind be worn
Bare your fangs,
Hear the suffering scream,
With the sharp pangs,
Watch the crimson flow
With mechanical precision
Make the next incision
Feed, Feed, Feed,
Hunger wracking at your insides,
Bleed, Bleed, Bleed,
Rage and violence spectacular
Bring the meat up to your lips,
Tear it into tiny strips
Organs draped around,
The taste of fear upon your tongue,
The victim makes no more sound,
And you feast,
Delicious, tough muscle,
Torn from bone with a tussle
More, More, More,
Satiation is not found,
Gore, Gore, Gore,
The beast within demands it,
Why be food if not to feed,
Why have blood if not to bleed
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madhamākhi sutra (transcript below the cut)
when i was in high school a bee died next to my prayer mat
i didn't have the heart to pick it up so i left it there
and i prayed by its corpse while it rotted into the carpet
my dad got it eventually though
he laid its little bee body in the trash can by the mandir
it's funny
i still look for dead bees when i'm supposed to be praying
funny.
i think i'm supposed to be the bee.
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hey!! just wondering, is your blog @ from a longer quote/piece of writing, or is it something you came up with yourself? i feel like i've heard it somewhere before, and it would be really useful to know for a project i'm working on!
thanks <3
my url is from Terry Pratchett's Wintersmith, a Tiffany Aching book:
“To animals they were just the weather, just part of everything.
But humans arose and gave them names, just as people filled the starry sky with heroes and monsters, because this turned them into stories. And humans loved stories, because once you'd turned things into stories, you could change the stories.”
My blog title "I'm here but once to the marrow of my bones" is a line from a translation of Polish poet Wisława Szymborska's poem, which I've seen called "Attempt" and also "An Effort". Most of the versions you can easily find online have a different translation of the last line ("I’m one-time-only to the marrow of my bones") but I've always preferred the other translation, which is the first one I encountered when I was very young in my aunt's copy of Sounds, Feelings, Thoughts: Seventy Poems.
"Attempt"
Ah yes, sweet little song, how much you mock me,
for even if I go o'er hill, I won't bloom as a rose.
Only a rose blooms as a rose, no one else. That's for sure.
I tried to put out leaves, to turn into a bush.
Holding my breath--so it would happen quicker--
I waited for the moment of budding as a rose.
O sweet little song, you show no mercy toward me:
I have a body that's unique, immutable,
I'm here but once to the marrow of my bones.
versus this translation
An Effort
Alack and woe, oh song: you’re mocking me;
try as I may, I’ll never be your red, red rose.
A rose is a rose is a rose. And you know it.
I worked to sprout leaves. I tried to take root.
I held my breath to speed things up, and waited
for the petals to enclose me.
Merciless song, you leave me with my lone,
nonconvertible, unmetamorphic body:
I’m one-time-only to the marrow of my bones.
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i feel like borrower poetry would pop off so hard
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ever reading something where a literal centuries old being is surprised and convinced by a human character's argument, and you're like well now i can't read this. i'm not even one 100 years old and i wouldn't fall for that.
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❤️ Whumpril IV - Swaying ❤️
Poems from the perspective of Caretaker.
Oh, will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you fall?
The world all holds its breath to watch you sway.
No, boys. A slow song’s coming on, that’s all.
I won’t, I will not, watch him die this way.
May I cut in and steal this dance from Death?
With my hand on your waist, yours ‘round my neck,
with drumming, nervous hearts and halting breath,
let me lead you, swaying, from this wreck.
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for context I'm taking a creative writing class
Anyone interested in kinda subtle FranklyDear poetry? I got a free verse assignment and I genuinely want to share my Rough Draft.
emphasis on Rough Draft, I just spit this out in my notes like 10 minutes ago ⬇️
Tomatoes
You smile when you fall
Wipe the dirt when you stand
Your laughter,
glues your pride back together
Like it never happened
But it did.
You fell in my garden again.
You complimented my tomatoes,
from the ground.
You smiled,
Laughed
and so did I -----------------------------------------------------
Tripping Hazard
My legs are a hazard
I can't seem to keep them on the ground
At least,
not around you
My pride can take it
I think.
I fell in your garden again.
Your tomatoes look lovely,
from here.
I smile,
Laugh
and so do you
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(here, have a vent poem about me dealing with my recent dyscalculia diagnosis)
WHEN I RECEIVED MY DIAGNOSIS, OR, FUCK YOU ALL FOR FAILING THE NEURODIVERGENT GIRL
poem transcript under the cut
[transcript:
When I received my diagnosis, your faces cycled through my brain. Your words accosted my ears once more. All the insults, all the screaming. They all came back to me.
When I received my diagnosis, the sadness panged in my heart once more. I thought about the younger me, the little girl who felt stupid and confused and broken. The girl who was convinced it was her fault she was behind her classmates, the girl who quietly attended every tutoring session just to fail the test anyway. The girl you let down.
When I received my diagnosis I wanted to call each one of you and ask why? Why did you berate her, let her down, ignore her?
When I received my diagnosis, I thought: why are you surprised?
When I received my diagnosis, I thought: here is some sort of vindication for that sad little girl.
When I received my diagnosis, I felt so much anger coursing through my veins I felt dizzy with the heat of it.
I am still angry. At all of you. And I don’t know that I’ll ever fully let go of all that hurt. But I will continue to learn about myself, I will grow, and I will heal.” /end]
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Lye „Lyke“ Lychen as a sacrifical altar (to Aterika’Kaal)
(but he's also kind of the sacrifice)
my @secret-samol gift for @bronanlynch! for the Aterika’Kaal/Lyke prompt of „what if things had gone differently and Aterika'Kaal was still with Lyke“.
notes on this under the readmore!
AU
In this scenario Lyke would succeed in getting the heart of the Motherbeast in Episode 47 and while Alaway would notice & probably still call out to Aterika’Kaal the way he presumably did in canon, Lyke would be there and get to make a compelling case to Aterika’Kaal the likes of „If you stay with me I am going to feed you. I’ve taken care of you until now, I’ll keep doing that“ (argument supported by the fact he’s currently holding the heart of an incredibly powerful dead god).
Aterika’kaal agrees and they barely escape through the Sanctum of the Stone Chorus portal. I think it's fun if Lyke then stays there after the hour described in the move is over, maybe knowing he can't convince Pickman & the others that what he's done is actually good, and fine, there's not even anything to worry about he has this totally handled, But yeah he then sets out from whereever in Sangfielle Aterika'Kaals domain is (Austin did say it was an actual place somewhere), and the rest of the Blackwick Group is left to wonder what the hell happened since Lyke just vanished! Alaway has possibly fucked off too after losing the heart. And them getting fired, the Carnival of Moted Light etc. would still happen (and I guess Chine would succeed at what they were doing since Lyke isn’t there?) and who knows if they’d take any action in finding Lyke after that!
All that aside though, Lyke basically offers himself to feed on (through blood and/or energy) and to sustain that he keeps consuming(not literally eating) powerful objects/artifacts/resources and possibly eventually living things (I’d imagine he'd still take work as a „please deal with this weird shit for us“ person and when he has to kill a cursed beast or whatnot... might aswell feed Aterika'Kaal?)
(What also plays into that decision, and is part of Lyke justifying this to himself, is that without him, Aterika’Kaal would become too powerful. So he aims to function as kind of a conduit & control the power intake so to speak. I think this probably doesn’t work for very long.)
I think this eventually goes bad for him because it’s super taxing on his body and the whole deal kind of flips with Aterika’Kaal feeding/keeping HIM alive. He starts finding bodies in the domain again (alternatively, Aterika'Kaal gets better at hiding them because it knows Lyke doesn't particulary like it when it does that). Lyke probably gets stronger due to this power/magic wise, but also way more fragile (he's constantly anemic!).
(„I love you. I want us both to eat well.“ - Christopher Citro)
(„When I write of hunger I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and it is all one.“ M.K. Fisher)
Notes:
I put some resources Lyke’s canonically had in-game + some extra stuff in this picture (the arrow is a reference to Marn’s epilogue, the bugs are bugs (with possibly sinister connotations. If you want them to have those, it’s optional) and the fur is from the Ravening Beast). Another detail I came up with I might aswell tell you because otherwise noone might ever know: the ring with the blue stone is a gift from Es.
Sketch Notes:
1. Lyke turning his head to kiss a rose / exposing his neck was one of my very first ideas/sketches I made while working on this, and I liked it too much to not include it.
2. This is supposed to be Aterika'Kaal giving Lyke a blood transfusion but it rather looks like it's feeding on him instead...! I like how the relaxed pose turned out.
3. I wanted to draw something smaller in a simpler style to fill the big canvas I was drawing these on (even though now I put them in separate files anyways...). The day I drew this I saw a tweet about a medieval monks sketchbook, so I was still thinking about that. I didn't even plan to color it originally but I ended up getting invested, haha
Inspired mainly by these 3 quotes:
„KEITH: I’m a walking- I am a shrine to Aterika’Kaal.“
(Sangfielle 12: The Secret Ledger of Roseroot Hall Pt. 4)
„KEITH: There's a version of dealing with Aterika'Kaal that ends with Lyke being satisfied that he rehabilitated a god or at least it looks […] like what he thinks Aterika'Kaal would have been before the YVEs showed up. That's probably his main retirement path, but it also might kill him instead.”
(Sangfielle 47: Wax, Iron, and Ichor Pt. 4)
„AUSTIN: As you’re fading, the last thing that you do is make this blood sacrifice to Aterika’Kaal. Your own blood.“
(Sangfielle 52: Six Travelers: Lyke)
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exactly two years ago to this very minute i was listening to all hail west texas for the first time, listening to the mountain goats for the first time, and very slowly having my life changed forever. and now i get to listen to the follow-up to that very album and love it more than i’ve loved anything they’ve done in the last ten years (saying something) and hear it echo through all the room in my heart that’s been carved out by two years of mountain goats listenership and watch it make space for many, many, many more.
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