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mmorgshell · 2 years
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Tremulous.
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‘Am I lost / or have I been lifted?’ the poet asks. “Adam Giannelli talks to the world-to rain, to insomnia, to the beloveds here and vanished, to the stars themselves in their ‘old staring contest.’ Sink into this book as into solace and trouble. “This extraordinary and sobering debut begins with a literal stutter-‘Since I couldn't say tomorrow / I said Wednesday.’ In trade for this impediment, Adam Giannelli finds that, in poetry, what can’t be said gives way to what must be said.”-Craig Morgan Teicher, judge, Iowa Poetry Prize Though perfect expression may be unattainable, poetry is often about the process, and it is a pleasure to watch Giannelli work (and rework) his magic.”-starred review, Publishers Weekly He contends with the limits of clarity using some quite brilliant anagrams and homonyms, as in “parents in the train window winnowed to transparence.” Sometimes Giannelli seems to pull stunning phrases whole from the ether, describing the tides as “the ocean tearing blue page after/ blue page from its journal.” He also explores grief through a document written by a deceased grandfather, its perplexities perhaps easier to contend with than those of life itself. Metaphors are applied and swapped out, as in “Hydrangea,” where the flower is a snow cone, a “Bearded lady,// balloon man, chameleon,” “honeycomb/ and bouquet,” “viscous muscle,” and more. In “Star Gazers,” “we” look out at the stars, but they are looking right back at us. This striving for fluency could have been born from the childhood speech impediment the poet reflects on poignantly in the opening poem: “since I can’t say everlasting/ I say every/ lost thing.” At the same time, Giannelli is preoccupied with double meanings. “Giannelli’s debut is a quiet affair, but its simplicity masks layers and a longing for precision exhibited through minute adjustments, tweaked phrases, and shifting imagery.
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tumatawa · 20 days
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Watches Evangelion > Something happens to me
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wri0thesley · 2 years
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thinking about dottore’s sharp sharp teeth, biting into the soft flesh of your shoulder, your neck, your thigh - and how he uses a kamera to take photographs of your skin beading blood, kissing and licking and soothing the wounds afterwards, murmuring that he’s just taking notes on how well you heal. more photographs as they bruise, as they fade - delighting in the soft whimpers of pain you make when his surgical gloved fingers press down on tender healing skin. just a test subject, he tells himself, flicking through the photographs and replaying your pained moans in his head. with his still gloved hands wrapped around his cock and the taste of your blood still lingering on his tongue and the sharp points of his teeth: just his very favourite test subject.
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made some stamps for some tmv albums a while ago figured id post them here 👍
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rastronomicals · 28 days
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April 2:
On this date in 1987, Voivod released their third studio album, Killing Technology.
On this date in 2002, post-hardcore/progressive rock band The Mars Volta released their debut EP, Tremulant.
On the 2nd of April, 2011, Der Blutharsch And The Infinite Church of The Leading Hand and Aluk Tolodo disseminated A Collaboration , their yes-indeed-it-is-a-collaborative-album.
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On the 2nd of April, 2013, flannel revivalists Milk Music let loose unto a world that may or may not have been ready for it Cruise Your Illusion, their debut album.
The question as to why a band who most often quotes Neil Young or Dinosaur Jr. would reference a Guns 'n' Roses album with the title of their debut remains to this day unanswered
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vishapsking · 3 months
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@melodicbreeze wants to be punted out of Liyue: "Oho, are you calling yourself an old man that has problems with that sort of thing~?"
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Their demeanor shifts. "Are you volunteering to test the might of our bedrock?" Are they joking or are they serious? Teyvat may never know.
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godfreygwilym · 29 days
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i am like two weeks out from graduating* so hopefully cos will resume soon
*being done this semester and taking 1 asynchronous course in the spring (while visiting my gf) and 2 more in the fall and then actually being Done
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jay-catsby · 3 months
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if im not back in perfect health by tomorrow im going to lose my absolute shit.
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thebashfulbotanist · 2 years
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Here’s a nice patch of Phlebia tremellosa, commonly called jelly rot, bacon rind mushroom (Spekzwoerdzwam), or tremulous Phlebia. It used to be placed in the genus Merulius, but was moved about 40 years ago. If you use an older key like Mushrooms Demystified, it will still be placed under Merulius. Strangely, it seems common for folks newer to identifying fungi to mistake this fungus for Trametes versicolor. I think this is probably a case of wishful thinking, because some folks like to use Trametes versicolor in teas. Phlebias aren’t used for anything; they are completely inedible and have the texture of wet, gummy rubber.    
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kylejsugarman · 2 years
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obsessed with how often jesse’s hands shake on the show because i use it as concrete proof that he is epileptic and has tremors like me and anyone who tries to refute that is going to mysteriously disappear ❤️
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whats-in-a-sentence · 8 months
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For some reason or other, the house was crowded that night, and the fat Jew manager who met them at the door was beaming from ear to ear with an oily, tremulous smile.
"The Picture of Dorian Gray" - Oscar Wilde
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198d · 11 months
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ur icon....
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serkonans · 10 months
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we all scheduled a meeting to discuss issues w our annual contract and the woman who is in charge of it legit fake cried for sympathy I'm gonna vom
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jetremulant · 1 year
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[ A PORTRAIT OF THE WRITER AS AN ARTISTIC SELF-IMAGE ]
OG Newgrounds link:
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vishapsking · 5 months
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The wind wisp has come to visit, settling onto Retuo's shoulder. It stays out of their way, not wishing to be an inconvenience, no- rather, it simply wishes to spend time with a friend, even if they are too busy to take a break from work.
random asks. @melodicbreeze / always accepting !
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To call such indulgent matters 'work' is too forgiving of how they are spending their time. Something has clicked from afar, a sensation of power they recall from eons long before. It is a taste of cool nostalgia upon their tongue. One that is refreshing and seeps into their very essence.
"Did you feel that too?" Retuo asks their companion. The moniker 'Azhdaha' is put away for now as the resurgence of energy almost makes them feel whole. No, someone else is. Not them.
"A throne has been dismantled and an old one rises," they hum while twirling the brush in their grasp.
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"Do you think you and Morax would be up for a trip to Fontaine? I do wish to see the sights and welcome a child who has taken the crown."
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dig-with-it · 1 year
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The Grave
[translated from the Old English]
There was a house built before you were born. Before you came from your mother, your dust was here. But it wasn’t active, its deepness not known, not yet locked in what length it would lay for you.
Now you are brought there where you shall be. Now you are measured and the dirt after that.
No, your house is not made high with boards, it is un-high, low when you lie in there. The cover-walls are low, the side-walls un-high, the roof is built full near your breast.
So you shall dwell in full-cold soil, dim and dark. That den fouls around your hands, that house is doorless and dark within. There you are kept fast, and death has the key. That earth-heave is burdensome, and bitter to abide in.
There you shall dwell and worms will dismember you. There you are laid, and loathsome to your loved ones No one, never will a friend come near to see how you are, to look and see how you like that house, that will ever undo that door after you and make light [ ]
For soon you are burdensome and loathsome to see, (for soon your head is bereft of hair, all the fairness of your hair is scattered, and never, no one will stroke it softly with their fingers.)
— translated by Miller Oberman
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