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my favorite expression markings in music
avec la liberté d'une chanson populaire/with the freedom of a popular song (claude debussy prelude no. 5, "les collines d'anacapri")
peu à peu sortant de la brume/little by little emerging from the mist (claude debussy prelude no. 10, "la cathédrale engloutie")
de manière à obtenir un creux/so as to obtain a hollowness (erik satie, gnossienne no. 3)
with simple tenderness (edward macdowell, to a wild rose)
velocissimo, con tutta forza/very fast, with all force (modest mussorgsky, pictures at an exhibition 1. gnomus)
si deve suonare tutto questo pezzo delicatissimamente e senza sordino/you must play this whole piece very delicately and without pedal (ludwig van beethoven, piano sonata no. 14, "moonlight")
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Edward MacDowell (1860-1908) - Piano Concerto No. 2 in D Minor, Op. 23: I. Larghetto calmato ·
Thomas Tirino, piano
Conductor: Vassil Kazandjiev
Orchestra: Bulgarian Radio Symphony Orchestra
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OTD in Music History: American pianist and composer Edward MacDowell (1860 - 1908) dies in New York City at the age of 47.
By far the most famous and celebrated American-born composer of his day, MacDowell wrote a number of large scale works, including orchestral suites and concertos -- but he is best remembered today for his suites of piano solo miniatures, including "Woodland Sketches", "Sea Pieces," and "New England Idylls". ("Woodland Sketches" contains what is by far his single most famous work, "To A Wild Rose".)
In 1896, Princeton University awarded MacDowell an honorary degree of Doctor of Music; in 1899, he was elected as the president of the Society of American Musicians and Composers; and in 1904, he was one of the first seven Americans honored by membership in the American Academy of Arts and Letters.
After his death, however, MacDowell's fame began to wane. In the 1960s, noted American historian and music critic Gilbert Chase offered the following critical assessment: "When Edward MacDowell first appeared on the scene, many Americans felt that here at last was 'the great American composer' long awaited by the nation. But MacDowell was not a great composer. At his best, he was a gifted miniaturist with an individual manner. Creatively, he looked toward the past, not toward the future. He does not mark the beginning of a new epoch in American music, but rather the closing of a fading era . . . the decline of the genteel tradition which had dominated American art since the days of Hopkinson and Hewitt." The reemergence of a more "neo-romantic" artistic sensibility in the last few decades has started to usher in some further reassessment, however: In 2000, MacDowell was finally inducted into the American Classical Music Hall of Fame, and his two concertos are increasingly considered to be among the most important works in that genre yet written by an American.
PICTURED: A c. 1910 real photo postcard, showing the middle-aged MacDowell staring into the camera.
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Edward MacDowell lived from 1860 until 1908. He was an American pianist and composer and was one of the first American composers to achieve any degree of international fame. He studied in Paris, eventually at the Conservatoire, before moving to study the piano with Carl Heymann at the Hoch Conservatory in Frankfurt, where he had composition lessons with Joachim Raff. There was…
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Men on Horseback Run Through the Surf in Tahiti by Edward Burton MacDowell (1922)
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the end of week 4/52 ✨
🌤️ holy ground - taylor swift (not for the lyrics but for the beat which matches how excited i feel! imposter syndrome really did a number on my mental health this past week, but i'm officially part of the proteomics lab and i feel much better about everything! we had our first meeting and it seems they really want me to learn rather than expect me to know much about what to do which makes me so happyyy. i'm doing cancer research babyyyy!!! 🤓😍🥳)
☁️ to a wild rose - edward macdowell (i really love my philosophy course - how chill it is compared to my other subjects [i'm actually done?? on a friday???] but mostly the subject itself and how it makes me think about things i don't usually think about and how it exposes me to perspectives i haven't considered. and i also love my philosophy prof who's very thoughtful and well...philosophical but not in a pretentious or pompous way at all like i sometimes see on the internet)
🦂 hasche-mann (blind man's bluff) - robert schumann (tHe gRiNdDdDd) (i love my pharmacology prof for making the effort to make this hell of a course as easy and approachable as possible... it's still a lot tho 😵💫)
😾 miss shepherd's waltz (the lady in the van) - george fenton (despite sounding a lot like shostakovich's waltz no. 2, i do like this one for sounding especially like dame maggie smith's portrayal of grumpy. and that's how i feel right now as i'm very sleepy and still have to work over the weekend and hopefully i will be on track for next week 😖)
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To A Wild Rose
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Summary: Upon entering the wetlands just south of the Blighted Village, Divya realizes she may have feelings for her warlock companion.
(AKA - Wyll has infinite amounts of rizz)
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: 18+ (mdni), very minor character death, otherwise some nice cute fluff
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Click to read on ao3 if u prefer :)
Title is the same as the piece by Edward MacDowell
I included my current favorite arrangement of the piece at the very end, it’s originally for piano but I think the full orchestra gives the piece a bit more life ☺️
Definitely have a head canon that Wyll knows a lot about flowers and their meanings from essentially being royalty
Set early in Act One (pre-Karlach)
“So… Div-yah is how it's pronounced, right?”
“Yes, that’s what they call me.”
“Your name fits you well, I think. You are truly divine.”
“I heard you practicing that one earlier, y’know. Not very original, unfortunately.”
Wyll sighed in defeat, his gaze focusing on the path ahead.
The party had just finished a short rest at the Blighted Village, and were out exploring the wilderness around the town before making their way over to the goblin camp. Unfortunately, for everyone within hearing range, Wyll thought this would be the perfect time for his very public flirtations with their leader.
Divya, of course, had to pretend that his attempts weren’t having any affect on her. She couldn't catch feelings for a new party member that easily.
“Hells, Wyll,” Shadowheart mumbled, “That’s even worse than what you told Lae’zel at camp yesterday.”
“It seems you don’t have much of a practiced tongue,” Astarion smirked, “Maybe I could be of some assistance? I can promise I have a lot more experience than you do.”
“Save it, please,” Wyll shook his head, “The Blade of Frontiers can handle himself.”
“Up ahead,” Divya called back, blissfully ignoring the party’s banter, “Looks like we got company.”
It was hard to make out through all the trees, but she was able to see three figures standing off to the side of the worn down path. Two men, similar in appearance, speaking to an elderly woman. Divya recognized her in an instant as a merchant back in the tiefling’s grove where they met Wyll.
Auntie Ethel was her name, right?
She heard one of the men raise their voice at her, pointing an accusatory finger in her direction.
Whatever could they want with that sweet, old woman?
She remembered how the woman had doted on her and her party, even gave them a potion on the house after beating the goblins that tried to break down the gate to the grove. Why were these men possibly speaking to her this way?
As the party approached the trio up ahead, Divya was finally able to make out their conversation:
“Lads, for the love of all that is holy, I’ve never clapped eyes on your poor sister!”
“Drop the act, hag.” The red haired man spat. “You was the last to see Mayrina.”
“Just let her go. Please.” The blonde man begged.
Divya was close enough for Auntie Ethel to lock eyes with her, a wave of relief crossing her face as she pointed to the tiefling with a wrinkled finger.
“You there!” She shouted, “Please, help me! I don’t know what’s come over these boys! I just want to go home…”
As the old woman pleased with her, she noticed her face crease with false concern.
She’s seen this facial expression before, when she was exiled from Elturel. She had begged the members of the monastery to let her stay, that she knew no other way of life, that she wouldn’t survive out on her own. She tried to convince the abbot that she was no devil, that she was as pure and holy as all the other monks she had spent her days with.
He had looked at her the same way when he told her that Ilmater himself would guide her path through the wilderness.
This old woman was trying to deceive these brothers.
“You’re lying to them.” Divya replied, crossing her arms over her chest. “You have seen this girl. And I think you should tell us what happened to her.”
She saw the old woman’s face contorting with anger, realizing she’d been caught in the act.
“Bollocks!” She spat, “You were supposed to rush to my defense, love! Fat lot of good you are.”
“I don’t defend those that keep the truth hidden.”
“Pah,” Auntie Ethel waved her off, “I’ve had it with you righteous ones. Some advice? You ever darken my door, you best have your tail between your legs and an apology at the ready.”
A dastardly smile crept upon Auntie Ethel’s face, filling Divya's chest with a sickening dread. She had a feeling this would not be the last time they would meet.
“Bye-bye, now!”
As if she was an illusion this whole time, the elderly woman vanished without a single trace, not even a footprint left behind in the dirt.
“Bloody hells…” The blonde man spoke, his eyes focused on the spot Auntie Ethel was just standing in, “She just disappeared! Ain’t seen nothing like that before.”
“She could shoot fireworks out of her backside for all I care,” the red haired man retorted, “She has Rina! Now, come on! We have to find her!”
The two men rushed down the trail as the party watched on. There was a bit of tension in the air – whether they should follow the duo, or leave them be. On one hand, Divya was worried about what they might be getting into if they decide to go after them.
But on the other hand... if their sister is in trouble...
“Well…” Astarion began, snapping the tiefling from her thoughts, “I say we stay out of it. Best not sticking our noses where it doesn’t belong, hm?” He shrugged, turning on his heel until a steady hand from Wyll on his shoulder stopped his rotation.
“We should at least make sure that they find their sister.” The warlock replied, “Imagine losing your sibling, Astarion. Wouldn’t you be worried sick over it?”
“Not necessarily…” the pale elf grumbled under his breath.
“Come on, now.” Divya said, “At least if we know they found her, then we won’t be "sticking our noses" in anything. Just ensuring her safety is all we're doing. We don’t even have to fight if we don’t need to.”
He sighed (rather dramatically) in response. “Fine…”
As they continued ahead, the forest cleared away, leading the party down to the wetlands by the southern lake. The warmth of the afternoon sun warmed Divya’s skin as she slowed her pace, taking in the new surroundings around her. Considering she had lived in the city her entire life, she had never stepped foot in a place like this. There were sounds from animals she had never seen, smells from flora she had never even heard of. Even the dirt underneath her feet felt different, much softer than anything she had stepped on before.
As she was taking in the new environment around her, Divya noticed Wyll crouching down over a patch of greenery on the side of the trail.
Curiously, she made her way to the warlock, wondering what could have possibly caught his attention. A tiny animal? A pack that someone left behind? Or perhaps, a clue to where Auntie Ethel might have run off to?
As she knelt down next to him, she was a bit surprised. He was staring at a cluster of small, pink flowers, watching them closely with a twinkle in his eye.
How… adorable.
“What are these?” She asked, “I’ve never seen flowers quite like this before.”
“Ah,” Wyll replied, a small smile curling the corners of his lips, “they’re wild roses. I don’t think I’ve seen one of these since I was a boy. They’re not very common in Faerûn.”
Divya raised an eyebrow as she stared at the blooms, “But… they don’t look like any kind of rose I’ve ever seen.”
“Perhaps you mean garden roses? They’re a little bigger in size, and have a strong scent?”
The tiefling woman nodded.
“Well, these are a bit different. You see,” he continued, his fingers gently brushing one of the blooms, “These flowers have five petals each, while garden roses have many more. Also, these are the only type of rose that will always be pink. Garden roses can be red, yellow, pink… almost any color, I believe.”
“I’m impressed,” Divya smiled, “I never knew you to be such a botanist. How do you know all of this?”
“From my father, mostly,” Wyll replied, “He would teach me how flowers have their own language, and tell me how he used to give my mother all sorts of flowers when they were courting. For example…”
He plucked a single flower from the ground, reaching to tuck the bloom over Divya’s ear.
“... the wild rose symbolizes beauty, and was strongly associated with the ancient goddesses of love.” His eyes met hers as the tips of his fingers gently grazed her cheek, “which I think suits you perfectly.”
Divya felt a hot flush creep over her face as he drew his hand away. There was no hiding her feelings now, it seemed, as she heard him chuckling lightly at her expense. She was caught off guard by his little gesture, his sweet words, his kind touch. She finally had to admit it to herself:
She found herself quite bewitched by her new companion.
“Th-thank you, Wyll.” She finally stammered out, her eyes breaking their gaze from his, hoping he couldn’t secretly read her mind with his warlock powers.
“No, thank you,” He replied with a light chuckle, “Maybe another time I can tell you–”
“I hate to interrupt your lovely musings, Wyll,” Astarion said, “but I believe we are being watched.”
He was peering far off in the distance, his deep red eyes focused as if he was a predator who caught sight of their prey. Wyll and Divya stood, trying to get a peek at what the pale elf saw up ahead. But before they were able to spot it, it was already too late.
All of a sudden, the wilderness began to change. An eerie green glow crept over the wetlands, revealing the true nature of the environment hiding underneath the dastardly disguise. They were standing in a swamp, stinking and insidious, that assaulted the party’s senses instantly.
Divya quickly snatched the flower from her ear and watched with widened eyes as it transformed, becoming nothing more than a blade of tall grass between her fingers.
“Well,” Wyll said, a bit playfully, “at least your beauty’s still standing strong.”
She playfully nudged the warlock with her elbow, looking away from him to hide her flushed cheeks once more.
“Hey Divya, I think we have a bit more trouble than we bargained for…”
Shadowheart was a bit further ahead, her boots in the murky water as she looked at the corpses she discovered. As Divya ran towards the cleric, she realized that they was the bodies of the two brothers from earlier.
"Guess they never did find their sister," she replied, "Which means it's our turn to save her."
"Right behind you," Wyll said, unsheathing his rapier. The tiefling nodded his way as the party ran through the swamp, searching for any sign of the hag along the sandy shore.
Divya did her best to focus on the task at hand, but she couldn't help thinking of Wyll's smile, and how she definitely wouldn't mind seeing it again.
#bg3 fanfiction#baldurs gate 3#baldur's gate 3#bg3#wyll bg3#wyll ravengard#bg3 wyll#wyll x tav#oc: divya#bg3 fanfic#the blade of frontiers#mythrae writes
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To A Wild Rose
Wyll x Divya (OC) | 1.8k words | 18+/mdni
originally posted by @mythrae 10/27/23
Upon entering the wetlands just south of the Blighted Village, Divya realizes she may have feelings for her warlock companion.
(AKA - Wyll has infinite amounts of rizz)
“So… Div-yah is how it's pronounced, right?”
“Yes, that’s what they call me.”
“Your name fits you well, I think. You are truly divine.”
“I heard you practicing that one earlier, y’know. Not very original, unfortunately.”
Wyll sighed in defeat, his gaze focusing on the path ahead.
The party had just finished a short rest at the Blighted Village, and were out exploring the wilderness around the town before making their way over to the goblin camp. Unfortunately, for everyone within hearing range, Wyll thought this would be the perfect time for his very public flirtations with their leader.
Divya, of course, had to pretend that his attempts weren’t having any affect on her. She couldn't catch feelings for a new party member that easily.
“Hells, Wyll,” Shadowheart mumbled, “That’s even worse than what you told Lae’zel at camp yesterday.”
“It seems you don’t have much of a practiced tongue,” Astarion smirked, “Maybe I could be of some assistance? I can promise I have a lot more experience than you do.”
“Save it, please,” Wyll shook his head, “The Blade of Frontiers can handle himself.”
“Up ahead,” Divya called back, blissfully ignoring the party’s banter, “Looks like we got company.”
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Read the rest on AO3!
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Nan Goldin was born in 1953 in Washington, DC. Goldin is a distinguished and controversial photographer whose work focuses on themes of sexuality, addiction, and mortality. She is best known for her series The Ballad of Sexual Dependency, which began as a slideshow depicting Provincetown's gay scene in the 1970s, and eventually grew to over 900 images. It was shown at the 1985 Whitney Biennal, and was turned into a book that has since been reprinted more than 20 times. Goldin also organized the 1989 exhibition Witnesses: Against Our Vanishing, the first exhibit to feature art by those were living with or had died from AIDS. She has won the Hasselbad Award and the Edward MacDowell Medal, and been admitted to the French Legion of Honor.
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Submitted by @literallyjusttoa based on the end of the fic Cooler Than Me by @falconfrost: A list of piano songs I think Apollo would teach Meg and weird facts about their creators he would use to get her to practice. All written by someone with a questionable understanding of the piano.
Chopsticks (the classic): Euphemia Allen made Chopsticks when she was 16! For years it was unknown that she wrote the piece, as her brother published it under an alias. This was meant to protect Euphemia from harassment and make sure the composition was successful, as people were not interested in listening to music composed by a woman.
When the Saints go Marching In (My first piano piece :P ): It is unknown who originally wrote this piece, but it was popularized by Louis Armstrong. The man used to sign his personal letters with the phrase “Red Beans and Ricely Yours,” to show his love for the dish.
Tarantella (A nice intermediate piece): There are multiple pieces named Tarantella, but the one in question was written by Anton Diabellii, and was made specifically for educational purposes. While Diabelli always held an interest in music, he was actually a publisher, not a full time composer. He published many of Beethoven’s works.
To a Wild Rose: Edward MacDowell is considered one of the first great American composers, moving throughout the east coast of the U.S. most of his life. He enjoyed a simple life, saying a rural setting was exactly what he needed for inspiration.
Clair de Lune: Claude Debussy had an alter-ego named “Monsieur Croche” which he used to write essays about art, music, nature, and a whole host of spiritual and artistic topics.
La Boite a Bijoux (Also Claude Debussy): Debussy was well-known as a womanizer, but he had much love for his only daughter, Claude-Emma (nicknamed Chouchou). This piece, along with “Children’s Corner” was written for her
Luma/Sad Story (This is from Super Mario Galaxy, Meg had just beaten the game and wanted to play something more modern): The Super Mario Galaxy score was written by Mahito Yokota and Koji Kondo. Koji Kondo was in a cover band before working with Nintendo, and had no classical training for music before getting the job. However, he went on to be the creator of the iconic Super Mario Bros. Theme.
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Edward MacDowell (1860-1908) - Piano Concerto No. 2 in D minor, Op. 23 (1885)
1. Larghetto calmato (0:00) 2. Presto giocoso (13:36) 3. Largo - Molto allegro (18:19)
Stephen Prutsman, piano and the National Symphony Orchestra of Ireland conducted by Arthur Fagen
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Mike Allsup (3 Dog Night), C.P.E. Bach, Cheryl Baker (Bucks Fizz), The Beach Boys’s 1965 TODAY! Album, Benny Blanco, Anne Bonny, Bob Brozman, Tom Chaplin (Keane), Cyd Charisse, Reina del Cid, "Gaz" Coombes(Supergrass), Lew DeWitt (Statler Brothers), Johnny Dollar, Ralph Ellis (Swinging Blue Jeans), Richard Farina, Alan Hale Jr., one of my favorite composers Alan Hovhaness, Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr., Van Hunt, Mississippi John Hurt, Dick Hyman, Leon, Ruggero Leoncavallo, Edward MacDowell’s 2nd Piano Suite (1883), Camryn Manheim, Peggy March, Randy Meisner, Shawn Mullins, Gary Numan, Andrea Parker, Aidan Quinn, Lynn Redgrave, Johann von Rist, Andy Ross (OK Go), Carole Bayer Sager, Jean Sibelius’s 2nd Symphony (1902), Raynoma Singleton, Gábor Szabó, Claire Trevor, Milana Vayntrub, and my friend and sometime boss, one of the greatest rock’n’roll frontmen and tenor voices of all time Micky Dolenz. One critic called him “a cross between Freddy Mercury and Roy Orbison.” Most people know Micky as an actor, director, producer, radio DJ, writer, and singer on most of The Monkees’s hits, but he’s also an inventor and furniture maker. It’s been my honor and privliege (and sometimes learning experience) to work and hang out with Micky and to be part of the 2011 Monkees reunion tour of the UK and US. HB and God bless Micky. Here we are doing my #1 favorite Monkees track:
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María Teresa Gertrudis de Jesús Carreño García (December 22, 1853 – June 12, 1917) was a Venezuelan pianist, soprano, composer, and conductor. Over the course of her 54-year concert career, she became an internationally renowned virtuoso pianist and was often referred to as the "Valkyrie of the Piano". Carreño was an early adopter of the works of one of her students, American composer and pianist Edward MacDowell (1860–1908) and premiered several of his compositions across the globe. She also frequently performed the works of Norwegian composer and pianist Edvard Grieg (1843–1907). Carreño composed approximately 75 works for solo piano, voice and piano, choir and orchestra, and instrumental ensemble. Several composers dedicated their compositions to Carreño, including Amy Beach (Piano Concerto in C-sharp minor) and Edward MacDowell (Piano Concerto No. 2).
#Teresa Carreño#women in history#women in music#XIX century#XX century#people#portrait#photo#photography#Black and White
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Artist Research #8: Nancy Goldin
Introduction/Background:
Nancy Goldin, or Nan, is an American photographer and activist and was born on September 12, 1953. She lives and works in New York where most of her work focuses on exploring moments of intimacy, cultures of the LGBT community, and the HIV/AIDS crisis. These follow the themes of “identity, love, sexuality, addiction, and mortality” (Gagosian, About). Although she lives in New York now, she grew up in Washington D.C. and later moved to Massachusetts at the age of 16 where she was enrolled to attend Satya Community School. It was while she was there that she acquired her first camera. Early on in her career as a photographer, she mainly took black and white photographs that showed the joy and beauty of her friends in the transgender community in Boston. When she finally moved to New York in 1978, she became involved in the downtown New Wave scene where she documented members of “a milieu of New Wave clubs, No Wave cinema, and post-Stonewall gay culture” (Gagosian, About). These moments were ones of revelry and friendship as well as intimacy and loss. In recent years, she has made a shift with her focus turning towards capturing natural light, the landscape, and the sky in her photos.
Notable works:
Out of all of her work, The Ballad of Sexual Dependency is Goldin’s most notable. It was first published to the world in 1986 and this work acts like a visual diary depicting her own experiences in Boston. This specifically includes “the struggles for intimacy and understanding among the friends and lovers whom Goldin describes as her ‘tribe’” (Aperture, Description). This book takes both a personal and universal understanding of the different ways men and women interact. This project consists of almost 700 snapshots and sequenced with a reminiscent music soundtrack. Goldin wrote, ““The Ballad of Sexual Dependency is the diary I let people read. The diary is my form of control over my life. It allows me to obsessively record every detail. It enables me to remember.” This work is also titled after a song from the opera, The Threepenny Opera and even the essence of the photos are very downtown opera.
Awards/Nominations:
Nan Goldin has been recognized a few times for her work. These include the following:
2006: Ordre des Arts et des Lettres.
2007: Hasselblad Award.
2012: 53rd Edward MacDowell Medal, MacDowell Colony, Peterborough, NH.
2018: Royal Photographic Society Centenary Medal and Honorary Fellowship
2023: Academy Award for Best Documentary Feature – All the Beauty and the Bloodshed
Personal thoughts:
From what I’ve seen of Goldin, I find her as a photographer very unique. It’s hard to find photographers who represent sexuality in the way that she does and even openly show LGBT relationships in her photographs. I also really like her photographic process by including moments in her life. I feel like that’s the easiest way to photograph when it’s about yourself, but at the same time the hardest to accurately represent at times. I feel like if I were to ever do photography again I would most likely document my life like Nan Goldin does and I can see myself just using a lot of her techniques as well.
Works Cited:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nan_Goldin
https://www.moma.org/calendar/exhibitions/1651
https://aperture.org/books/the-ballad-of-sexual-dependency/
https://gagosian.com/artists/nan-goldin/
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🦖The Lost World | Complete Original Silent Movie (1925) Film Classic
The Lost World is a 1925 American silent fantasy giant monster adventure film directed by Harry O. Hoyt and written by Marion Fairfax, adapted from Arthur Conan Doyle's 1912 novel of the same name. Produced and distributed by First National Pictures, a major Hollywood studio at the time, the film stars Wallace Beery as Professor Challenger and features pioneering stop motion special effects by Willis O'Brien, a forerunner of his work on King Kong (1933). Doyle appears in a frontispiece to the film, absent from some extant prints. In 1998, The Lost World was deemed "culturally, historically or aesthetically significant" by the Library of Congress and selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle as himself (appears in a frontispiece to the film, missing from some prints) Bessie Love as Paula White Lewis Stone as Sir John Roxton Lloyd Hughes as Edward Malone Wallace Beery as Professor Challenger Arthur Hoyt as Professor Summerlee Alma Bennett as Gladys Hungerford Virginia Brown Faire as Marquette the half-caste girl (uncredited) Bull Montana as Apeman/Gomez Francis Finch-Smiles as Austin Jules Cowles as Zambo Margaret McWade as Mrs. Challenger George Bunny as Colin McArdle Charles Wellesley as Major Hibbard Nelson MacDowell as Attorney (uncredited) Chrispin Martin as Bearer/Cannibal (scenes deleted) Jocko the monkey as himself You are invited to join the channel so that Mr. P can notify you when new videos are uploaded, https://www.youtube.com/@nrpsmovieclassics
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