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When my vape and I are reunited after a frantic 7 minute search of the couch cushions:
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metamorphesque · 1 year
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April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
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fullmoonisle · 1 month
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good omens / the waste land, t.s. eliot
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idkaguyorsomething · 7 days
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They need enrichment in a new enclosure. ¡Reblog and tell us why you sent them where you did in the tags!
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cinematic-literature · 5 months
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Oppenheimer (2023) by Christopher Nolan
Book title: The Waste Land (1922) by Thomas Stearns Eliot
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mellaithwen · 1 year
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TS Eliot, 'The Waste Land' (1922)
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“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
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gardenofadonis · 6 months
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so I finally picked up The Secret History... When it came to April I wrote in the margins 'April is the cruellest month' and later realised they murdered Bunny in April. I really hope Donna Tartt wrote the book with 'The Waste Land' in mind and it's not just my brain reading too much into it.
Also, 'Winter kept us warm, covering / Earth in forgetful snow'. 'Forgetful snow' can be prescribed to the farmer's death which was soon forgotten. And 'Winter kept us warm' - Henry's last name is literally Winter and he did keep Richard warm after he returned from Rome, and it was during winter he became a lot closer with the gang and the friendship deepened after he knew the circumstances regarding the farmer's death.
My 4am thoughts are really all over the place.
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gold-rydia · 1 year
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happy april megatennists!
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mysterytheater · 1 year
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Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not know whether a man or a woman -But who is that on the other side of you?
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land and Other Poems
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mindful-hempress · 1 year
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I do not aim with my hand; she who aims with her hand has forgotten the face of her father.
I can't do it!
I do not shoot with my hand; she who shoots with her hand has forgotten the face of her father.
I'll miss! I know I'll miss!.
I do not kill with my gun; she who kills with her gun_
"Shoot it!" Roland roared. "Susannah, shoot it! "
With the trigger as yet unpulled, she saw the bullet go home, guided from muzzle to target by nothing more or less than her heart's fierce desire that it should fly true. All fear fell away. What was left was a feeling of deep coldness and she had time to think: This is what he feels. My God_ how does he stand it?
"I kill with my heart, motherfucker," she said, and the gunslinger's revolver roared in her hand.
Excerpt and artwork~ The Waste Lands(Dark Tower 3)/ Bear and Bone_ Stephen King
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muhammadgiovanni · 5 months
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Christopher Nolan’s “Oppenheimer” July 21, 2023.
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violsva · 4 months
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So in multiple Yuletides past I have asked for someone to write me a queer consideration of Mercedes Lackey's Tales of the Five Hundred Kingdoms. I wouldn't recommend that series to anyone (I cannot even tell you how desperately it needs an editor) but it is excellent comfort reading for me ... except for things like One Good Knight, which I read around the same time as a couple other fantasy books that were also OBVIOUSLY setting up a lesbian relationship and then randomly threw in a het ending at the last minute and therefore have a probably disproportionate grudge against. Where was I?
Right. So. This year I requested it again but then also got assigned Tales of the Five Hundred Kingdoms, and there was nothing in my recipient's requests against it, so I decided I'd write it myself, and at least get some enjoyment out of it. ...And then I received exactly the kind of queer reimagining that I wanted! And my recipient liked my fic! So clearly I won Yuletide both ways.
Because they are basically just about queer fairy tales I would not say that you need to know anything about the Tales of the Five Hundred Kingdoms to understand these fics. My gift has more canon characters than my assignment does, but all you really need to know is that The Tradition is a magical force that makes fairy tales and folktales and songs play out in the real world (whether the people involved want to be in a fairy tale or not), and Godmothers are overworked magicians who try and mitigate the damage, usually by creating happy endings.
My gift was Writing Our Own Happily-Ever-Afters by StableState, which has poly and a GREAT take on the woman-disguised-as-a-man story and also an excellent pun.
I wrote
Title: Blossoms in Ashes Wordcount: 6155 words Fandom: Cinderella (Perrault), Tales of the Five Hundred Kingdoms (Lackey) Rating: G Relationships: Various Characters: Cinderella, Prince Charming, Fairy Godmother, Stepsisters, Stepmother, Godmother Elena (Five Hundred Kingdoms) Warnings/Enticements: Abuse, Queer Themes, Regendering Summary: “All over the Five Hundred Kingdoms, down through time, there have been countless girls like you for whom the circumstances were not right. Their destined princes were greybeards, infants, married or terrible rakes, or not even Princes at all, but Princesses! … And there are dozens and dozens of other tales that The Tradition is trying to recreate, all the time, and perhaps one in a hundred actually becomes a tale.” A variety of events documented in the chronicles of the Godmothers of the Five Hundred Kingdoms.
And I managed to fit in a Madness treat before getting covid right before Christmas (booooo).
Title: Nevertheless Wordcount: 350 words Fandom: The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot) Rating: G Relationships: None Characters: Madame Sosostris Warnings/Enticements: Poetry, Clairvoyance, Telepathy, Common Cold, London, Post-World War I Summary: She brings the horoscope herself.
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daweyt · 1 month
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T. S. Eliot, from “Collected Poems: 1909-1962; The Waste Land”, originally published c. 1963.
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kurja-tales · 1 year
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The Waste Land, BY T. S. ELIOT
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fishingforwords · 4 days
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the higher you go the freer you are.
mary barnyard, height is the distance down || t.s. eliot, the waste land || parkour || roman payne, rooftop soliloquy || charles bukowski || pascale petit, sky ladder || tony hoagland, from this height || mary oliver, every day has something in whose name is forever
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