#The Bremen Speech

[kitchen-light]

Only one thing remained reachable, close and secure amid all losses: language. Yes, language. In spite of everything, it remained secure against loss. But it had to go through its own lack of answers, through terrifying silence, through the thousand darknesses of murderous speech. It went through. It gave me no words for what was happening, but went through it. A poem, being an instance of language, hence, essentially dialogue, may be a letter in a bottle thrown out to sea with the — surely not always strong — hope that it may somehow wash up somewhere, perhaps on a shoreline of the heart. In this way, too, poems are en route; they are headed toward. Toward what? Toward something open, inhabitable, an approachable you, perhaps, an approachable reality.

Paul Celan, from a speech given on the occasion of being awarded the Literature Prize of the Free Hanseatic City of Bremen, sourced here

#paul celan #quotes #essays #words #found* #language #on poetry

[soracities]

A poem, being an instance of language, hence essentially dialogue, may be a letter in a bottle thrown out to sea with the—surely not always strong—hope that it may somehow wash up somewhere, perhaps on a shoreline of the heart.

—Paul Celan, from “Speech on the Occasion of Receiving the Literature Prize of the Free Hanseatic City of Bremen” (1958), trans. Rosmarie Waldrop

#q #lit #quotes #literature #paul celan #sanctum #i need a copy of this asap #on poetry #m #x

[bardnuts]

I was listening to Bremen after re-reading the chapter you put it in and was wondering: what does Twill's singing voice sound like? Do you have a particular artist in mind?

OK I have been sitting on this and turning it over in my head all afternoon. On the one hand, Twill is trans, and trans men tend to have a higher/smoother timbre to their singing voice (in my experience). On the other hand, Twill in-game uses Character Voice 5, and I think it really suits him and that's what I imagine when I'm writing him. (Baldur's Gate 3 - Orin's Speech with character voice 5 - The Dark Urge (youtube.com), spoilers for the Dark Urge ending)

And on the other other hand, Twill's transition was magical. He wasn't shooting up testosterone in the Temple of Bhaal--he had his form re-sculpted with divine power and I think his vocal tract would have adjusted accordingly.

Then again, singing voice and speaking voice can differ radically from one another. Twill is an okay bard, but he isn't a musical genius by any means, so his pipes are serviceable but not sensational.

I think he sounds like Johnny Flynn. Sort of rough and folksy.

#i think he could also pull off the woodkid voice if he pushed himself #but this is probably his most natural sound #twill cavander #bg3 #THANK U FOR ASKING i love talking about him so much :] #the dark urge

[oh-hush-its-perfect]

Essays I wrote this year

If you're unsure how to write an essay or would like examples of high-scoring first-year college essays, please DM me or hit up my ask box for a link to any of these.

Fashion Politics

Prompt: Describe one article of clothing that interacts with your gender and one other social identity.

I picked my novelty earrings and how they signify my gender as a femme nonbinary person and my sexuality and how my whiteness determines how other people perceive me because of them (i.e. seeing me as retro, fun, and quirky instead of gaudy or "ghetto."). 1.5k words (5 pages).

Score: 100%

Viking Mythology

Prompt: Write a short assignment analyzing a piece of media that contains Medievalism (the utilization of Medieval elements or ideas in modern media) and how it abides by and differs from the original Norse myths, as seen in the Poetic and Prose Eddas and other course readings, such as Adam of Bremen and the Merseburg Charms.

I wrote about Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard and how it is surprisingly accurate to the original source material, with only a few creative liberties taken. The ending is a list of bullet points trying to convince my professor to read the books (he said he was interested). 887 words (about 3 pages).

Score: 100%

World Religions

Prompt: Write about how a course reading reflects a) the mythological dimension, and b) one other dimension described by Ninian Smart.

I chose Hadith 2 from Muslim scripture because I had to analyze it for a separate assignment and was already familiar with it. 914 words (3 pages).

Score: 94% (no comments describing why points were deducted, but I cranked it out in like 3 hours, so, yeah, I didn't go as deep into it as I could have.)

I also had a personal essay for this class that I will not share with anyone but my mutuals because it contains personal information.

Language In Culture

Prompt #1: Analyze a recorded interview with a friend for meta-communicative tools. The interview in question is supposed to be 10 minutes in length and the interviewer is meant to ask one of two questions.

I interviewed someone whose anonymity I will maintain by using the pseudonym "Perry." The question I chose to ask was, "What was a strong disagreement you had with a close friend?" Our conversation was about the sexism of one of Perry's friends, and I argued that she relied upon the two of us sharing the identities of being AFAB and being raised in countries colonized by Britain (the USA for me, India for her). 1.3k words (4 pages).

Score: 98%

Prompt #2: Examine non-human characters in an animated film for their voices and determine what the audience is supposed to understand about the characters through their accents, use of vernacular, vocal pitches, etc.

I looked at Zootopia and discussed the characters Mr. and Mrs. Hopps, Gideon Grey, Fru Fru, and Finnick. Specifically I examined how rhoticity (the pronunciation of the letter "r" anywhere but the beginning of the word) is used within the film in Gideon's southern accent, Fru Fru's New Jersey/New York accent, and Finnick's blaccent.

Score: 97% [deducted points for some valid reasons and also because I said "blaccent" instead of African-American (Vernacular) English (AAE or AAVE), even though a blaccent can exist outside of the context of AAE.]

Prompt #3: Essentially the same as Prompt #1, except you needed a more solid thesis (not only that the interviewee used meta-communicative devices but also why those conventions were used.)

My thesis was that "Perry made a conscious effort to make the interview conversational, with contributions both from herself and from me— in spite of the fact that interviews often have a low-involvement speech style— in order to establish camaraderie between us as individuals who were assigned female at birth (AFAB)." 1.8k words (6 pages)

Score: 96% (entirely fair point deductions; I kind of rushed this essay, by which I mean I wrote it at 3 AM the day it was due while on my prescribed ADHD meds, which I accidentally took instead of my sleep meds that night— 2/10 would not recommend. Don't do drugs, kids.)

Japanese Culture (Intro Class)

Prompt: Go crazy go stupid just write a well thought-out paper about an aspect of Japanese culture we learned about in class.

I decided to write about how religious iconography is presented in the anime Blue Exorcist because I'm lame asf. My thesis was that the use of imagery in the story is propagandist because it portrays Japan as religiously unified, which it is historically not (of course, there's a lot more nuance that I'm not going to get into and some that I frankly couldn't even discuss in the essay itself.) Including the abstract, footnotes, and bibliography, 2.5k words (7 pages of actual content).

Score: 95% (comments not provided, but I probably deserved it because there's, again, a lack of nuance.)

I wrote other papers, too, but these were the major ones. I go to a relatively prestigious state school that has a large student population, great sports and academic programs (especially for STEM, which I am not in), and a reputation for being a party school. Feel free to ask questions about my essay-writing process, about my school, or about what overall grades I got in these classes!

#essay tips #college advice #writing tips #writing advice #argumentative writing #DM or ask for more info #citations are either in MLA or in Chicago style #I can answer a lot of questions about MLA bc that's the citation style with which I'm most familiar #I use the HOT APE RIP method for writing if any of you are familiar #if you're not feel free to ask and I can make another post about that

[tadanoichiro]

222：ブレーメンの言語聴覚士／Speech-language-hearing therapist in Bremen

土曜日、晴れ時々曇り、所持金95ユーロ、動物たちがたどり着けなかった場所

Saturday, partly cloudy, possession money is 95 euro, where the animals couldn't reach.

#道を捨てよ街を出よう #Throw Away Your Way Go Away From The Streets

[asknarashikari]

A follow up to this ask of mine, a final form concept for Slash is called Bremen no Orchestra and features a music/conductor theme while also altering his personality depending on the genre. The lead up to this form's debut from what I've seen involved Suzune getting destroyed and subsequently devasting Tetsuo. It gets repaired in time for the form's Ride Book to appear to him after he give a hopeful speech of some kind while probably getting more emotional than he normally does. Cue henshin and epic fight scene. This has been on my mind since this morning, and I worked with what I got.

I guess that works as a concept...

Though, I do think in such a scenario there should be enough character development in place to justify him getting the Ride Book to begin with. Because that's how powerups feel "earned" in the context of the narrative- and honestly, the lack of that buildup is why the endless barrage of forms feel... empty.

Canon Tetsuo is static to be honest, but I think that it's justified in that he was already an experienced Rider even before the show began- and in fact, he was already an experienced Rider even before he was forcibly retired. Any character development he should've had already happened, offscreen.

Also, I'm not quite sure how this would work in the timeline of Saber itself, meta-wise. Tetsuo's in-show debut as Slash takes place right after Suzune gets repaired, so it won't really make sense for him to debut a powerup then and there, when he hasn't even been established as a Rider.

It doesn't also quite work if it takes place right when Suzune gets unsealed. As hard as it may be to admit, he wasn't exactly proactive afterward. And as mentioned, in the context of the narrative, the powerup has to be "earned" in some way to be justified.

So yeah, while the concept itself definitely works, I think that the actual justification for him getting a powerup at all is what's more important to develop.

#kamen rider saber #daishinji tetsuo #ask #kawaiilizzie

[lauvra]

A poem, being an instance of language, hence essentially dialogue, may be a letter in a bottle thrown out to sea with the—surely not always strong—hope that it may somehow wash up somewhere, perhaps on a shoreline of the heart.

Paul Celan, from “Speech on the Occasion of Receiving the Literature Prize of the Free Hanseatic City of Bremen” (1958), t. Rosmarie Waldrop

#text

[biblioklept]

In the future we will have the impression of a day that is endlessly clear and endlessly cold | Thomas Bernhard

” Speech at the Award Ceremony for the Literature Prize of the Free Hanseatic City of Bremen” by Thomas Bernhard from My Prizes translated by Carol Janeway Honored Guests, I cannot follow the fairy tale of your town musicians; I don’t want to tell a story; I don’t want to sing; I don’t want to preach; but it’s true: fairy tales are over, the fairy tales about cities and states and all the…

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#Thomas Bernhard

[celania]

Gratitude and memory go together, morally and philologically. Paul Celan locates memory, in his Bremen speech, in an etymological link between thinking and thanking:

Denken und Danken sind in unserer Sprache Worte ein und desselben Ursprungs. Wer ihrem Sinn folgt, begibt sich in den Bedeutungsbereich von: “gedenken,” “engedenk sein,” “Andenken,” “Andacht.”

[To Think and to Thank are in our language words of one and the same origin. Whoever follows their sense comes to the semantic field of “to remember,” “to be mindful,” “memory,” “devotion.”]

For the Greeks, memory is rooted in utterance, if we may judge from the etymology of the noun μνήμη (“memory”), which is cognate with the verb μιμνήσκομαι (“I remember,” “I make mention,” “I name”), and from the genealogy of the goddess Mnemosyne, who is called “mother of the Muses” by Homer and Hesiod. Memorable naming is the function of poetry, within a society like that of the Greeks, for the poet uses memory to transform our human relationship to time. Had Simonides not named their names, the Skopads would have vanished into the past. 

— Anne Carson, Economy of the Unlost: (Reading Simonides of Keos with Paul Celan)

#m #Paul Celan #Anne Carson #Economy of the Unlost #Economy of the Unlost: (Reading Simonides of Keos with Paul Celan) #Simonides of Keos #nonfiction #The Bremen Speech #memory #speech #Homer #Hesiod

[waterloggedsoliloquy]

GET HYPE!!!

COMING NOVEMBER 15: THE TOWN MUSICIANS OF BREMEN

written and colored by yours truly, penciled and inked by @k1spiegel!

as usual, comics will be published first as a digital version, and then shortly after a physical print will be available!

[image ID: Image one is a teal book cover with a red and gold trim. In front of a pale blue sky with fluffy white clouds, four animals are standing on top of each other: a donkey at the bottom, a coyote balancing on his back, an ocelot sitting on the coyote, and a roadrunner perched on the ocelot’s head with wings spread. At the top in red text with a gold outline reads “The Town Musicians of Bremen in the Southwest.” At the bottom in the same color scheme is “written and colored by Cecil G, drawn and inked by C. Smith.

Image two is a comic excerpt. The first row features two panels. The stack of donkey, coyote, and ocelot walk through the desert on a sunny day in the first panel. In the second panel donkey stops, surprised, as a brown blur runs in front of him with music notes following in its wake. Panel three takes up the middle row, showing the donkey leaning down to be eye-level with the bushes, where more music comes. His speech bubble reads “Say! What song was that? You’re good, friend!” The last row consists of two panels. In the first, a roadrunner pokes their head out of the grass with a smile. Their speech bubble reads, “Oh, you like it? It’s my own! I’ve been trying to run all the way to Los Angeles to sing with that Woodie fellow, but it’s a long way off from Monument Valley.” The final panel features the ocelot laying on coyote’s back with her paws crossed. Her speech bubble reads, “A radio man in Bremen is paying bands fifty dollars to sing into a can, you know. That’s where we’re going!” End ID.]

#original comic #original zine #zines #the town musicians of bremen #the bremen town musicians

[alwida10]

I don’t ask often for people to share something but today there is something that feels very important for me.

In Bremen, Germany there is a pastor who gives hateful speeches against queer people. His speeches can motivate hate crimes against LGBT people. In 2008 his church did prohibit another pastor from giving a service because she’s a woman and he didn’t believe woman should be allowed to become pastors. He calls the whole gender debate ‘dirt’ and believes queerness to be satanic. The court convicted him to 4-months in prison but the sentence could be changed into a fine of ~8000€. That’s near to nothing!

Yet, the church of Bremen has not yet decided what to do with him! They started a disciplinary procedure against him, but put it on halt until the court finished his process what it did today (25.11.20). Now there are a lot of people gathering signatures to keep him in his position. They have already gathered 20.000 signatures. The petition to ban him from further spreading hate against queer people and. Women only has 14.000 signatures!

Please consider signing the petition to make the church take a stand against homophobia and gate speeches! This is not only important for this single case but can make the church take position in the general discussion about homosexuality!! But please, please, please REBLOG this so more people can support this case!!

http://chng.it/PPTMTwmxYD

Tagging some people, because this is important! Please consider sharing!

@ms-cellanies @iamanartichoke @tinchentitri @cupidsbower @rabentochter @calime33 @magicmastered @delyth88 @everything-you-feel-is-real @just-random-obsessions

#lgbtqia #church #religion and queerness #punch a nazi

[ichayalovesyou]

Other Tribute: Amok Time (Pon Farr)

Peddlers of Flesh

~Act One: Man Was Meant To Fly~

Bremen~by Pigpen Theatre Co. from Bremen (Album)

“I would at least like to know what’s going on!”

It wasn’t out of the ordinary, Jim running off into the unknown, Spock so quick to follow, himself, reluctantly trundling behind as always, but this time felt… different. They’d been hijacked by deific wannabes before, but not like this, was it just the transporter, the promise of being trapped underground (or worse, stuck in a wall)? Bones couldn’t put a finger on it, but it was… unnerving the way this, Sargon, had captured Jim’s interest.

Worse than that, he had captured Jim!

“I came across some robbers three, at first I took everything away from them, then they took everything away from me.”

Poor Atlas~by Dessa from A Badly Broken Code (Album)

“Our bodies Sargon, for what purpose?” “To build”

The timer on Jim’s body before this fever stopped the his heart kept ticking in Bones’s head. Were these creatures’ designs really beyond man’s comprehension? Could they really be their “children” as Sargon claimed? Was it their burden, then, to give these things bodies, even for a short, dangerous, time? For every Kolos there were a dozen things like Redjac, Landru, or who knows what else.

Bones didn’t know what to make of it.

“I’m building a body from blueprints in braille, I’m building a body where our design has failed.”

Grand Canyon~by Puscifer from Money Shot (Album)

“I was floating… in time and space…”

Fever scare aside, it had been a long time since he’s ever seen Jim this euphoric, this excited about anything. Of course it could be a high on whatever just happened to him. Yet, even as Dr. Mulhall said it aloud, he had his doubts. Those eyes… they were sober, if unusually bright with curiosity. Leonard found himself wondering, what it would be like to experience what Jim had described, it made him think of the Mind Meld… of Spock.

The way he spoke so fondly, so, familiarly of it to Spock.

It stirred uncomfortable feelings in himself.

“One among infinity, witnessing the majesty, calm in this humility, hope as far as one can see, standing on the edge of forever”

Time For Us~by Elsiane from Mechanics of Emotion (Album)

“Not a list of possible miracles, just a plain, simple why, that overrides all danger!”

Fear overrode curiosity in Leonard’s mind, he found it all too convenient that, for whatever reason, Sargon needed both the Captain and the Commander. He could maybe swallow the worry of risking one of them, but not both, not if he could avoid it. It was bad enough they nearly died on every other away mission. Besides, this all sounded too good to be true, why did these god-creatures always have to speak with condescension and vague riddles?! Of all the people in this galaxy they could’ve called upon… why did it have to be them?

No, a promised Renaissance was not enough.

“We need results from this now, we need resolving, cannot waste more time, get resolving now! This is a time for us only, only, only.”

Onward To The Edge~by Symphony of Science from Onward To The Edge (Single)

“They used to say if man was meant to fly he’d have wings, but he did fly, he discovered he had to.”

Oh no, here goes Jim into one of his speeches, there was no escaping now. Even Mulhall seemed interested… Jim was right of course, but the barbs in Leonard’s gut refused to abandon him. He could stop all of this by saying “no”, so, what was stopping him? Bones already knew the answer.

He may be able to say no to a mission.

But he couldn’t say no to that face, not when it was the happiest he’d seen Jim in months.

Here’s to counting on his gut being wrong.

“These are no longer abstractions, these are worlds, maybe there’s life there! They’ve changed how we think about Earth.”

~Act Two: A Sense of Foreboding~

I Hope Your World Is Kind~by Auri from Auri (Album)

“Vulcans value peace above all else Henoch.” “Of course! As do we Doctor, as do we.”

Henoch’s comment about conquering others set Bones even more on edge, why would something benevolent so casually bring that up? He knew how deeply Spock loathed being controlled, worse, being made to hurt others because he was not in control. He thought back to the Blood Fever, he couldn’t let that happen to him again, not if he could help it.

Something about this Henoch was rubbing him the wrong way… Perhaps he’d better keep an eye on him.

“The rooftops all sleeping, underneath them brittle little man-things, unveiled clowns, false kings, every moment the world in writing.”

Close to the Sun~by Porcelain Pill from Close to The Sun (Original Game Score)

“I can find no reason for concern and yet, I am filled with foreboding.”

They’d almost killed Jim, again. Everything was going to plan, but… was he right? Bones couldn’t stop staring at those receptacles, delicate spheres holding three souls. What was it like in there? The promised infinity that Jim described, the oneness, he couldn’t even imagine. It was unsettling, it felt like they were all in the room with him, he felt, compelled, to touch one. It may as well be the closest, Jim’s, he really was there! It was like he was putting a hand on his shoulder like he’d always done.

They really were delicate…

Sargon’s people better hop to it on those android bodies, he didn’t know how long he could let this go on.

“I fear we’re sinking deeper with more speed the more we strive, is that what we get for playing too close to the sun?”

Beekeeper~by Dessa from Parts of Speech (Album)

“He’s dead…”

It was like all the light had left the world, cold and grey. He should’ve been faster, trusted less, fought harder, said “No!” For God’s sake! Leonard felt a strange kinship, almost a mourning for Sargon in that moment, they had both made the mistake of trusting Henoch, and now Jim has paid dearly for it.

He thought of the receptacle that still held Jim’s soul.

Could he find a way?

Was this one death… or two?

“The surgeon and farmer meet, and each greets the other with a bow, they’re kindred instruments you know, the scalpel and the plow.”

~Act Three: The Savage Doctor~

Burned Out~by dodie from Human (Album)

“Doctor… would you like to save your Captain Kirk?”

Leonard’s gut twisted in protest, these people, these things that had stolen the bodies of others, that killed Jim, was there a chance they could be bargained with? What was so horrible that Sargon had forbidden it?

Oh God… That was it.

So, they intended on taking Spock from him too? It figured, but- maybe, if he could get Jim back, could they take both Henoch and Thalayssa on to save Spock? Was it worth risking Dr. Mulhall? His eyes were drawn to the Captain, or what was left of him, lying there, worse than dead…

Then, Thalayssa threatened him, and Bones snapped back to his senses. He knew what she was.

And he knew who he had to be.

“Make me a fairy whatever it takes, and just like her tale, my dream was a scam, you waited smiling for this.”

Girl Into Devil (I Belong To Me)~by S.J. Tucker from Stolen Season (Album)

“Neither Jim nor I can trade a body we don’t own.”

His utter disgust with this woman, this monster, outweighed everything else on Leonard’s mind, even the roiling cauldron of self-loathing that’d emerged from even having been tempted by her offer! How little this creature wearing Dr. Mulhall’s face regarded life that wasn’t her own! How could she think for a second that he, that Jim, would ever abide by something so, unbelievably callous. It would break every oath they had ever made.

Some oaths are worth keeping.

“Stolen fairy tale girls make the difference between life and death, it all comes down to choices now you’ve only the hard ones left.”

Hunger Strike~by Temple of The Dog from Temple of The Dog (Album)

“I will not peddle flesh! I’m a physician.”

Ever fiber in McCoy’s being roared at her meager attempt to convince him again. He was a Doctor damnit! He would not play god! Selfish creatures playing with other people’s lives is what had gotten them into this damn mess in the first place, he would have no part in it! He would not bargain in blood and guts like the dark age doctors that came before him, Jim would never forgive him, and he’d never forgive himself.

She could do what she wanted to him, take by force what she’d tried to bargain for, but he would never break his oath, never.

“I can’t feed on the powerless when my cup’s already overfilled. I’m going hungry.”

The Rains of Castamere~by Malukah from The Rains of Castamere (Single)

“Spock’s consciousness is gone, we must kill his body, the thing in it.”

Even after all of that, the temptation, the bargaining, the suffering, even after getting Jim back… he had still lost. He failed. Here Bones was, thinking that maybe Sargon and his people knew the value of a Human life, a Vulcan life, they proved him wrong. What in God’s- no, to hell with gods, what had Sargon said to Jim to convince him to kill Spock? There had to be a reason, all the torture in the world would never have made Jim give up that green blooded… was he, being controlled?

One look at Jim’s face told him otherwise.

There was nothing left to do, but make sure Henoch didn’t ruin anyone else’s life.

So much for his oath.

“And who are you? The proud lord said, that I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat who saw the truth unknown.”

~Act Four: Sacrifice~

The Coldest Goodbye~by Mary Kate Wiles from Spies Are Forever (Original Cast Recording)

“Spock… my friend Spock… if only there’d been another way.”

It was bitter. Cold. Bones stood there frozen to the spot as though still paralyzed by Henoch, there was no comfort in him being destroyed. Part of Leonard wanted to go to Jim, but, what would be the point? Spock is dead. He made the poison that killed him, or at least, what was left of him. Why did death always make an easy solution? It was the past all over again. He was glad, in that case, that he wasn’t beside the Captain, he could tell without having to see, all the light had left the world. It was just like he felt when Sargon- Henoch, killed Jim’s body. And now…

“The warmest hello, to the coldest goodbye, remember, remember, spies never die… spies are forever”

Long Nights~by Eddie Vedder from Into The Wild (Movie Score)

“I could not allow the sacrifice of one so close to you.”

If the Lord giveth and then taketh away, then what did that make Sargon? Oh hell, what was he doing to Christine?! Hadn’t he made it clear to these people, these things, that there would be no trading of life?! It wasn’t as though he could stop it, it was only Thalayssa’s conscience that kept her from obliterating him on the spot. Bones hated being at the mercy of every other god-like being that turned up this side of the galaxy, nothing good ever came of it.

Then… he understood.

“I’ve got this light, I’ll be around to grow, who I was before I cannot recall.”

Bring On The Wonder~by Susan Enan from Plainsong (Album)

“Sargon.”

So many thoughts, words, feelings, carried by that name, Bones found himself unable to say anything else to this being, this god, that brought Spock back to hi- back to them, that would never have let Spock die in the first place. Maybe… maybe he was wrong. For the first time in a long time, Bones hoped he had just bad luck, perhaps there were more Sargons out there in the universe than Henochs, and they had only encountered more malevolent forces because the good had done what Sargon had to… he hoped that-

No.

He prayed that was true.

“Bring on the wonder, we got it all wrong, we pushed you down deep in our souls for too long.”

Dark Days~by Punch Brothers from Songs From District 12 & Beyond (Album)

“Oblivion together does not frighten me beloved.”

Something about that… phrase, hit somewhere deep in Leonard’s soul, resonating with him, he barely heard Chapel though he certainly agreed. He thought about how close he had come to losing the two men closest to him in all the galaxy, just how hard he fought to beat off the specter of death from them, again. And worse! This time he could’ve prevented it all if he had just trusted his instincts! He couldn’t even put into thoughts how much he cared, all he had was this… genuine, warm, decent feeling in his gut.

Maybe together, shouldn’t frighten him.

There… there was something Jim, and Spock, deserved to know.

Fear be damned.

“We don’t have to reap the fear they sow, friends, as long as we hide our love away in the good they’ll never know.”

#Spotify #star trek #star trek tos #spock #spirk #mckirk #spones #mcspirk #return to tomorrow #fan playlist #my gifs #peddlers of flesh #dr mccoy #Leonard mccoy #pigpen theatre co #dessa #puscifer #Susan enan #punch brothers #symphony of science #elsiane #spies are forever #eddie vedder #temple of the dog #malukah #sj tucker #dodie #auri #porcelain pill #fanfiction

[princessselene126]

Selene 2: Highness and Majesty

This is a bit trashy, but I wrote it 5 years ago and only made minor edits before posting it here. I promise the next chapter will sound better because I have to write it still. 1293 words of Selene and Kai meeting and Selene being confused about her servant’s problems.

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Selene waved farewell to Levana as their ship took off, Winter at her side. Selene was glad she was able to convince Winter into coming...not that it took very much. The only thing she had to do was make sure Jacin Clay could come along with them and the princess was sold.

They’d both known Jacin since they were children, playing and telling each other everything. But two years ago, he became a guard, and spending quality time with him was harder and harder to come by. 

The small ship leveled off.

After eating a light snack, Selene decided to stay in her room for the rest of the trip. She walked down the silver hallway. The door slid open when she approached, and she walked inside. Selene sat on the side of her bed, running her fingers across the satin fabric. With a heavy sigh, she collapsed onto the cloud-like mattress. Her eyes closed into a dreamless sleep.

Hours later she awoke to Winter lightly tapping on her shoulder. "We're landing in half an hour."

"Thank you." She stood up and walked to the closet. "Help me dress?" Terria came along too, but Selene didn't feel the need to bother the girl right then.

Winter smiled.

They landed just on time. Selene stepped out of the ship and descended the hot metal staircase. The sun smoldered on the pavement. Selene could see the heat waves rising and soaking into her skin as she made her way to the prince. 

No. No he wasn’t really a prince anymore, was he? He’d be crowned Emperor of the Eastern Commonwealth at the end of the week.

"Your Highness," Selene nodded, holding her hand out to him.

The prince was younger than she imagined, no older than twenty. Maybe he was even a year or two younger. He was tall and lean. His jet black hair was down neatly. His copper-brown eyes bored into her with hatred that shocked her. 

Selene knew the rumors of her wickedness--everyone did--and she knew where they stemmed from. From fear of her aunt, her mother, her grandparents, her people. Yes, there were many terrible Lunars out there, but she wanted to change that stigma. She wanted to show the people of earth how truly good her people could be.

"Your Majesty."

"I'm truly sorry for the loss of your father." She stuck to formalities, well aware that the recently deceased emperor would be a sore subject for the young prince. They could talk politics later, for now it was best to let him grieve.

"Thank you for your kindness." He nodded, acknowledging her but with a hint of aggression.

This is how it’s going to be, isn’t it?

"Let's not stand in the blistering sun all day," A man Selene presumed was Kaito's adviser said. "I'm sure you've had a long trip, Your Majesty, I'll have servants show you to your suite in the palace and we will have the treaty meeting tomorrow afternoon. That should give you plenty of time to settle in."

Perfect. Waiting until the next day would give Selene to strategize on how to convince the prince, no, emperor, into marrying her. It wasn’t her plan, it was Levana’s. Her aunt wanted to make sure that all the planning her, Channary, and the Lunar scientists went through wasn't put to waste, therefore not allowing the Selene to have a choice in the matter.

Selene would much rather trade the antidote for the raw materials they needed and get on with life, but she had to admit it was a good idea. Marriage would make it so that her planet was well off throughout the rest of her reign. Maybe even years after. 

The next morning, the young queen decided to explore the gardens. "Terria, would you accompany Princess Winter and I on our stroll?" Selene asked in a way that would allow the girl to deny her request if she wanted. Unsurprisingly, Terriana agreed, most likely still afraid of angering her queen.

The three women made their way outside while small talking. Winter was at Selene's side and Terria followed silently behind. They roamed through bushes of roses and daffodils for a while until she decided to address the servant again.

"How old are you Terria?"

The innocent girl answered so quietly Selene almost didn’t hear her. "I turned fifteen in July, Your Majesty."

She was only a year and a half younger than Selene herself? She couldn't help pitying the girl. Reaching back, she grabbed Terria by her elbow and pulled her forward so that she was walking in line with Winter and herself.

Winter giggled at the girl's petrified expression. "She doesn't bite, I promise."

"She's correct, I don't." She smiled, "I despise having conversations and not being able to look at the other person in the eyes. We're all people, formalities be damned!" Selene realized she was speaking loudly and quieted down. "How long have you been working in the palace?"

"Not very long, a week maybe?" Terriana must have been inspired to ease up after Selene's little speech because she spoke with a hint of confidence, leaving out the proper "Your Majesty" that she almost always addressed her with.

"That's strange," Winter said.

"Why?"

Selene spoke up, "Usually servants are taken before puberty unless their parents are in debt or have committed a crime." 

Out of the corners of her eyes, she noticed Terria blink a few times. Was she trying not to cry? Oh, the poor girl.

They stopped to sit on a stone bench overlooking a koi pond surrounded bushes of flowers. 

"What happened, Terri?" Selene encouraged, “Why aren't you with your family?"

As Terria allowed her tears to fall, Winter embraced her.

"My... my father and I were caught stealing food for our family." She sounded hesitant to admit her crimes, but did anyway. "He, my mother, and older brother all work in the mines, but even with their three incomes, it's not enough to support a family of seven." 

Selene was confused. Three incomes from the mines, even low ones, should have been enough to support a large family. That is... unless her advisers weren't telling the truth about the outer circles' economics.

"What sector is your family from?"

"We're in RM-5. We didn't want to do it, Your Maj--Selene--but my parents, brother, and I had already given all our food to the three youngest, practically starving ourselves. Then that food ran out and the little ones were hungry and we had to do something."

The poor girl's sobs had calmed a little, but her cheeks were red and wet with tears. 

"I understand, and I don’t blame you for wanting to help yourself and your family. But I’m confused that you have this problem when living in the middle sector. Usually these issues only arise in the outer sectors."

Selene’s eyes flickered to her cousin, who shared an equally confused look with her.

Terriana sniffled, "I know many people with similar problems."

The treads of an android approached them on the bench. 

"I promise to do what I can to help your family, Terria. I will get to the bottom of whatever is wrong here. I have a feeling my government has been keeping things from me and I will not tolerate it for much longer."

The android wheeled to a stop in front of them. "Your Majesty Queen Selene, Emperor Kaito is currently available and would like to pre-discuss the Treaty of Bremen."

"Right then." Selene stood up and brushed off her dress. She patted Terria's folded hands gently, "I'll see the two of you at dinner. Lead the way android."

“You can call me Nansi.”

“Lead the way Nansi.”

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Article originally published on poetryfoundation.org

PAUL CELAN

23rd November 1920–20th April 1970

Paul Celan was born Paul Antschel in Czernovitz, Romania, to a German-speaking Jewish family. His surname was later spelled Ancel, and he eventually adopted the anagram Celan as his pen name. In 1938 Celan went to Paris to study medicine, but returned to Romania before the outbreak of World War II. During the war Celan worked in a forced labor camp for 18 months; his parents were deported to a Nazi concentration camp. His father most likely died of typhus and his mother was shot after being unable to work. After escaping the labor camp, Celan lived in Bucharest and Vienna before settling in Paris. Celan was familiar with at least six languages, and fluent in Russian, French, and Romanian. In Paris, he taught German language and literature at L’École Normale Supérieure and earned a significant portion of his income as a translator, translating a wide range of work, from Robert Frost, Marianne Moore, and Emily Dickinson to Arthur Rimbaud, Antonin Artaud, and Charles Baudelaire. His own work has been translated into English numerous times and by several noted poets and translators including Michael Hamburger, Rosmarie Waldrop, Heather McHugh, John Felstiner, and Pierre Joris.

Though he lived in France and was influenced by the French surrealists, he wrote his own poetry in German. His first collection of poems, Sand from the Urns, was published in Vienna in 1948; his second collection, Poppy and Memory (Mohn und Gedaechtnis, 1952), brought him critical acclaim. Katherine Washburn, his translator, noted in her introduction to Last Poems (1986): “The title of this book [Poppy and Memory] pointed with a fine vividness to the central predicament of Celan’s poetry—the unstable and dangerous union between Paul Celan, caught early in that sensual music of the Surrealists, pure poet of the intoxicating line, and Paul Ancel, heir and hostage to the most lacerating of human memories.”

While Celan is perhaps best known for his poem “Death Fugue” (or “Todesfuge”), it is not necessarily representative of his later work. Reviewing the 1981 publication Paul Celan: Poems in the New York Times, Rika Lesser said the poem’s “richly sonic, dactylic lines (spoken by the inmates of a camp), while typical of Celan's mastery of form, content, texture and sound, are hardly indicative of the direction his composition would later take.” As his career continued, Celan worked to “purge his poems of readymade contexts - whether historical, traditional or explicitly religious. The late poems still abound in allusions - private, hermeneutic, esoteric - but increasingly each poem becomes and creates its own context and the context within which Celan's other poems must be read.”

This transformation has much to do with the language in which Celan wrote. As Shoshana Olidort notes in her Chicago Tribune review of Breathturn Into Timestead: Collected Later Poetry of Paul Celan (trans. by Pierre Joris and published by FSG, 2014), Celan was “a Holocaust survivor, [who] wrote in German, his mother tongue and also the language of his mother's murderers … As a German-speaking Jewish survivor living in France, Celan harbored feelings of intense estrangement from the language and thus set about creating his own language through what Joris eloquently describes as a “dismantling and rewelding” of German. The result, Olidort writes, “is arguably even darker than his earlier poems with their direct references to the Shoah. For Celan, darkness is not willed obscurity, rather, the poem comes out of lived experience and is "born dark.”

Celan received the Bremen Prize for German Literature in 1958 and the Georg Buchner Prize in 1960. He suffered from depression and committed suicide in 1970.

BIBLIOGRAPHY

Poetry Collections

The Sand from the Urns (Der Sand aus den Urnen, 1948).

Poppy and Memory (Mohn und Gedächtnis, 1952).

From Threshold to Threshold (Von Schwelle zu Schwelle, 1955).

Speechwicket / Speech Grille (Sprachgitter, 1959).

The No-One's-Rose (Die Niemandsrose, 1963).

Breathturn (Atemwende, 1967).

Threadsuns / Twinesuns / Fathomsuns (Fadensonnen, 1968).

Lightduress (Lichtzwang, 1970).

Snow Part [posthumous] (Schneepart, 1971).

Timestead / Homestead of Time [posthumous] (Zeitgehöft, 1976) .

Translations in English

Breathturn into Timestead: The Collected Later Poetry: A Bilingual Edition, translated by Pierre Joris, Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 2014.

Corona: Selected Poems of Paul Celan, translated by Susan H. Gillespie, Station Hill Press of Barrytown, 2013.

From Threshold to Threshold, translated by David Young, Marick Press, 2010.

Snow Part, translated by Ian Fairley, Sheep Meadow Press, 2007.

Threadsuns, translated by Pierre Joris, Green Integer, 2005.

Lightduress, translated by Pierre Joris, Green Integer, 2004.

Paul Celan: Selections, edited and with an introduction by Pierre Joris, University of California Press, 2004.

Romanian Poemsi, translated by Julian Semilian and Sanda Agalidi, Green Integer, 2003.

Fathomsuns and Benighted, translated by Ian Fairley, Sheep Meadow Press, 2001.

Poems of Paul Celan: A Bilingual German/English Edition, Revised Edition, translated by Michael Hamburger, Persea Books, 2002.

Selected Poems and Prose of Paul Celan, edited and translated by John Felstiner, W.W. Norton & Co., 2000.

Glottal Stop: 101 Poems, translated by Nikolai B. Popov and Heather McHugh, Wesleyan University Press, 2000.

Breathturn, translated by Pierre Joris, Green Integer, 1995.

Collected Prose, edited by Rosmarie Waldrop, Sheep Meadow, 1986.

Last Poems, translated by Katharine Washburn and Margret Guillemin, North Point Press, 1986.

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runes

The most prolific source for runic magic in the Poetic Edda is the Sigrdrífumál, where the valkyrie Sigrdrífa (Brynhild) presents Sigurd with a memory-draught of ale that had been charmed with "gladness runes" (stanza 5),

Biór fori ec þer /brynþings apaldr!magni blandinn / oc megintíri;fullr er hann lioþa / oc licnstafa,godra galdra / oc gamanruna."Beer I bring thee, tree of battle,Mingled of strength and mighty fame;Charms it holds and healing signs,Spells full good, and gladness-runes."

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She goes on to give advice on the magical runes in seven further stanzas. In all instances, the runes are used for actual magic (apotropaic or ability-enhancing spells) rather than for divination:

"victory runes" to be carved on the sword hilt (stanza 6, presumably referring to the t rune named for Tyr[7]),

ølrunar "Ale-runes" (stanza 7, a protective spell against being bewitched by means of ale served by the host's wife; naudiz is to be marked on one's fingernails, and laukaz on the cup),

biargrunar "birth-runes" (stanza 8, a spell to facilitate childbirth),

brimrunar "wave-runes" (stanza 9, a spell for the protection of ships, with runes to be carved on the stem and on the rudder),

limrunar "branch-runes" (stanza 10, a healing spell, the runes to be carved on trees "with boughs to the eastward bent"),[8]

malrunar "speech-runes" (stanza 11, the stanza is corrupt, but apparently referred to a spell to improve one's rhetorical ability at the thing),

hugrunar "thought-runes" (stanza 12, the stanza is incomplete, but clearly discussed a spell to improve one's wit).[9]

The Poetic Edda also seems to corroborate the magical significance of the runes the Hávamál where Odin mentions runes in contexts of divination,[dubious – discuss] of healing and of necromancy (trans. Bellows):

"Certain is that which is sought from runes / That the gods so great have made / And the Master-Poet painted" (79)"Of runes heard I words, nor were counsels wanting / At the hall of Hor" (111)"Grass cures the scab / and runes the sword-cut" (137)"Runes shalt thou find / and fateful signs" (143)" if high on a tree / I see a hanged man swing / So do I write and color the runes / That forth he fares / And to me talks." (158)

Other oft cited sources for the practice of runic[dubious – discuss] divination are chapter 38 of Snorri Sturluson's Ynglinga Saga, where Granmar, the king of Södermanland, travels to the Temple at Uppsala for the seasonal blót. "There, the chips fell in a way that said that he would not live long" (Féll honum þá svo spánn sem hann mundi eigi lengi lifa).[10]

Another source is in the Vita Ansgari, the biography of Ansgar the Archbishop of Hamburg-Bremen, which was written by a monk named Rimbert. Rimbert details the custom of casting lots by the pagan Norse (chapters 26-30).[11] The chips and the lots, however, can be explained respectively as a blótspánn (sacrificial chip) and a hlauttein (lot-twig), which according to Foote and Wilson [12] would be "marked, possibly with sacrificial blood, shaken and thrown down like dice, and their positive or negative significance then decided."

Egils Saga features several incidents of runic magic. The most celebrated is the scene where Egil discovers (and destroys) a poisoned drink prepared for him, by cutting his hand and cutting runes on the drinking horn, and painting the runes with blood. While the motif of blood painted runes also appears in other examples of early Norse literature it is uncertain whether the practice of painting runes with blood is merely a literary invention or whether it had precedence in magical practice.[13]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Runic_magic#Tacitus

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