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words-at-night · 2 days

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elle-rph · 1 month

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People are so lucky I don’t fully speak my mind.

#muse #text quotes #musings #literary quotes #lit #literature #silly text #silly post #feelings #relatable #tumblr girls #spilled ink

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g4rdensofb4bylon · 5 months

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always the poet never the muse.

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anipologist · 2 years

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There is not nearly enough said about Tolkien's ability to encompass volumes into very short sentences. Mostly because, yes the man was a master of lush descriptions and certainly he loves to wax long and poetically about stars and trees and far green fields under the wind...

But the skill with which he can pack an emotional punch into a couple of words...

Consider the following

"Then Fingolfin beheld (as it seemed to him) the utter ruin of the Noldor, and the defeat beyond redress of all their houses; and filled with wrath and despair he mounted upon Rochallor his great horse and rode forth alone, and none might restrain him. He passed over Dor-nu-Fauglith like a wind amid the dust, and all that beheld his onset fled in amaze, thinking that Oromë himself was come: for a great madness of rage was upon him, so that his eyes shone like the eyes of the Valar. Thus he came alone to Angband's gates, and he sounded his horn, and smote once more upon the brazen doors, and challenged Morgoth to come forth to single combat. "

And the final sentence "And Morgoth came."

All of that imagery of Fingolfin coming upon Morgoth like a Vala himself and throwing down his figurative gauntlet and then the fallen Vala coming forth with just a three word sentence.

Or the entirety of the Duel of Sauron and Finrod (that is renowned) all gorgeous imagery, the Lord of Wolves against the disguised king of Minas Tirith...

"Reeling and foundering, as ever more strong The chanting swelled, Felagund fought, And all the magic and might he brought Of Elvenesse into his words."

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"The wolf howls. The ravens flee. The ice mutters in the mouths of the Sea. The captives sad in Angband mourn. Thunder rumbles, the fires burn"

And the final line "And Finrod fell before the throne."

The brevity and the switch from Felagund to just Finrod, from the dwarf-given title to his Telerin-originated father-name as he falls defenseless to the reminder of the kinslaying is devastating in its simplicity.

There is a time for lush descriptions and a time for brevity, a time for gorgeous, expensive imagery and allegory and a time for literary simplicity and Tolkien knew it...

#jrr tolkien #tolkien #lord of the rings #the silmarillion #lotr #finrod felagund #fingolfin #tolkien elves #silmarillion #dagor bragollach #Tol sirion #tol in gaurhoth #tolkien fandom #tolkien musing #tolkien meta #text post #literary #beren and luthien

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lionofchaeronea · 1 year

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Pandemonium, John Martin, 1841

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sadeyedlady-writes · 30 days

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Undoubtedly the worst thing about Fyodor Pavlovich is that there is absolutely nothing which he holds as sacred, holy, untouchable, worthy of reverence or respect. Everything is a joke to him.

The very worst way this is exemplified is his alleged (but come on, we all know it was him) crime against the “holy fool” Lizaveta Smerdyashchaya, which for him was yet another distasteful joke. Lizaveta’s innocence and vulnerability are recognised by the community of Skotoprigonyevsk, both young and old, and we are given paragraphs and paragraphs to show how she is widely adored by the townspeople and how attempts are made to shelter, protect, and care for her.

When Fyodor Pavlovich violates her, he violates something that the community holds as sacred.

That, to me, is the core difference between someone like him and someone like Mitya. Even though Mitya has done a lot of “dirty things” and may on the surface appear to be following in his father’s footsteps, his heart is a noble one, or at least one with noble intentions. One that is filled with reverence and genuine emotion and a hatred for what is abhorrent—even when he himself is doing things that are abhorrent.

And even though we can fully understand his hatred of his father for his loathsomely mocking, irreverent, dishonourable, ignoble attitude toward everything, once his father is dead, he still feels sorry for that hatred. He still regrets the relationship he never had with the father who neglected him as a child and possibly swindled him as a young man. That alone speaks to the kind of heart that he has.

“It is a noble man you are speaking with, a most noble person; above all—do not lose sight of this—a man who has done a world of mean things, but who always was and remained a most noble person, as a person, inside, in his depths, well, in short, I don't know how to say it ... This is precisely what has tormented me all my life, that I thirsted for nobility, that I was, so to speak, a sufferer for nobility, seeking it with a lantern, Diogenes’ lantern, and meanwhile all my life I've been doing only dirty things, as we all do, gentlemen ... I mean, me alone, gentlemen, not all but me alone, I made a mistake, me alone, alone ... ! Gentlemen, my head aches,” he winced with pain. “You see, gentlemen, I did not like his appearance, it was somehow dishonorable, boastful, trampling on all that's holy, mockery and unbelief, loathsome, loathsome! But now that he's dead, I think differently.”

“How differently?”

“Not differently, but I'm sorry I hated him so much.”

“You feel repentant?”

“No, not really repentant, don't write that down. I'm not good myself, gentlemen, that's the thing, I'm not so beautiful myself, and therefore I had no right to consider him repulsive, that's the thing. Perhaps you can write that down.”

- The Brothers Karamazov, 3.9.3 (Pevear & Volokhonsky translation)

There is no beauty to be found in anything about Fyodor Pavlovich, and though Mitya contests that the same is true of himself, I argue differently. There is something beautiful in the struggle of an imperfect human toward nobility, despite being doomed to always fall short. To again and again slip into one’s baser impulses, and yet again and again stand back up and trudge onwards.

Both are human, but Fyodor Pavlovich is all of the very worst things about humanity, while Mitya is the worst things mingled with much of the very best.

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reyvxntagesblog · 5 months

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— Charles Bukowski

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cahootings · 6 months

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I know it's been said but I just keep ruminating on how different of an approach we're getting to see with a romance story in OFMD. So many slow burn romances derive conflict from just tension and lack of acknowledgement and things unsaid and angst. But we already know they love each other, and they got there so quickly. Instead we get to see them choose each other, and continue to choose each other over and over, acknowledge that they have to work to make it work, communicate their needs, and see them working together to maintain a healthy relationship, hopefully for a long time. Anne and Mary are there saying losing the magic is inevitable, but we're already seeing Ed and Stede put in work to see each other eye to eye. They are building a strong foundation from the start. They aren't just falling in love, they are active participants now. And that's so much more real! and so much more interesting!!

#I LOV ETHEM.#ofmd #ofmd s2 #keep thinking about how to read Anne and Mary #like in a way theirs is a foil to ed and stede's relationship maybe?#but in the end they do choose each other as well #anyway im not smart enough to analyze this lmao im only literary adjacent thanks to yall #but it's soooooooo juicy so interesting. this story is just so so so good #ofmd musing #ofmd meta

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girlbruised · 11 months

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— m.d.g // desiderium

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atalternateuniverse · 2 years

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"It's strange. A lot of the time you don't register the important moments in your life as they happen. You only see that they were important when you look back."

#aesthetic #spilled ink #spilled words #spilled coffee #literature #literature is not dead #poetry is not dead #literary #quote #musings #the end of the f***ing world #the end of the fucking world #fuck it #poets corner #quoteoftheday #alyssa #james #life quote

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words-at-night · 4 days

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elle-rph · 1 month

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I’ll be fine, I just gotta stress about it for a while.

#muse #text quotes #musings #literary quotes #lit #literature #silly text #silly post #feelings #relatable #tumblr girls

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acronychalwitch · 1 year

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I shall gather myself into myself again, I shall make my scattered selves and make one.

-Sara Teasdale

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coffeecatsandcoldnights · 11 months

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You are the lone thought that keeps me awake on the nights so cold and lonely, a fragment of light in my mind's eye; so distant yet so familiar.

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touchbased · 4 months

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"what are you talking about? i go outside plenty." only when he needs to get grocery or the occasional suit dry-cleaned, sure. but still. he's far from being the recluse they're trying to paint him as. "you just never see it." / @falscgcds

#｡･ﾟﾟ･ filed under ⤳ daniel vicuña ( interactions )#falscgcds #open to anyone!!#he 1000% is a recluse and your muse is unfortunately correct #could be a partner #concerned friend #his literary agent #anyone!!! go wild bestie <3

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musings-from-the-deep · 4 months

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I stole the chariot of Ares and rode it into battle. I did not stay behind to bandage wounds. I raised armies. I hefted spears. They sang of me in Sparta and in Troy. To love something deeply is to know that you will go to great lengths to protect it. To sing of love is almost always to sing of war.

In Troy they fought over Helen like children but Achilles mourned Patroclus the way a soul mourns a body.

#a literary musing #aphrodite made me do it #trista mateer #🕯️🩷🔪

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