#berry's blathering

[longassr1de]

ready & willing to be railed, wailed & impaled ♡

#the stupid shit my brain comes up with when I'm half asleep jfjfjf #n/sfw #nsft humor #nsft #berry.txt #berry's blathers #(tb to my ac days lol)

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

What kind of drunk would the villagers of SDV be? 👀

Heh, it was so funny to write the answer to this ask right after my own hangover. Quite the experience, I would say 😅

I hope, anon, you don't mind if I don't write about Evelyn and George and the kids on this ask, because trying to imagine them drunk... is an unpleasant thought for me. But I will describe all the others (if I do not forget about someone). Thanks for your ask! ❤️

Drunk SDV villagers (except Evelyn, George and kids):

Oh what music! After 3 or 4 glasses of sambuca, Emily feels much more energetic (even more than usual) and simply has to find a potential victim partner to dance until they both fall to exhaustion. In the morning, however, she does not remember anything.

In general, Sebastian despises the taste of alcohol, but somehow he decided to try something like Amaretto coffee or Irish coffee (basically coffee with liqueur or whiskey). Yuck, Sebby didn't appreciate it. The taste of alcohol is terrible and now he feels sleepy and weak. And he can't ride his motorcycle in that condition. It sucks, now he's a mischievous and sleepy drunk.

Jodi is always busy cleaning the house and cooking, so she has almost no time to relax. But if she does get a chance to have a glass of wine with Caroline and Marnie, then she will be more cheerful and a little more chatty, nothing hardcore.

Preferring more green tea and coffee, Caroline, however, also agrees to hang out with friends with the bottle of something strong. Being slightly drunk from a couple of glasses of wine, Caroline will chuckle at her friends' every joke, and may even decide to order a stronger drink. True, all the energy leaves quickly and she immediately becomes drowsy drunk.

Cheerful and energetic, Abigail is ready to conquer mountains after a few strong cocktails. A drunk girl teeters on the edge of "noisy party soul" and "I'm ready to get into any fight for my homies." Luckily, she's not drunk enough to stubbornly go into the mines with a sword in her condition.

Marnie, having drunk about 5 glasses of wine, becomes flirty drunk. And Lewis's slightly angry comments about the fact that she can work on their secret relationship does not bother her at all. It's been a long time since she felt so cheerful and carefree, just like when she was young, ah...

Lewis, meanwhile, teeters somewhere between "paranoid drunk" and "sleazy drunk." At his age, it's not very useful to drink so much alcohol, and now to keep an eye on Marnie, who, as he thinks, will now blather everything about the two of them to everyone. Damn it, you can rest calmly without worries, you old fart.

Let's race, who's faster? Or let's fight on the hands? Alex wants the competition to prove that even though he's a little tipsy, he's still the best. Although the next day he will be ashamed if during the fun he broke some dishes or chair, and apologize to everyone.

Shane canonically is a depressed drunk. He sits in a corner of the Saloon and drinks mostly alone. Please don't touch him, otherwise he will transform from a depressed drunk into an angry drunk. And you definitely don't want to see Shane drunk AND angry.

If the Saloon has karaoke, then Elliott will be always there after drinking mugs of strong ale or wine. Apart from his loud singing, he becomes reckless enough to spontaneously do anything. Gus or the others often help Elliott get home before the failed singer (sorry Elliott, but you write so much better than you sing) hurts himself or others. The poor guy would later lock himself up in his cabin for a couple of days when he found out about his drunken adventures.

After an extra drink, Sam suddenly becomes overly affectionate and touchy-feely. In a state of intoxication, it seems to him that he did not hug someone enough, or that he was not hugged enough. Hug him please, he's like a little puppy.

Linus doesn't drink alcohol, but sometimes in the harvest seasons in the forest he often comes across fermented fruits and berries. Linus almost always processes them carefully before eating so that he doesn't get more intoxicated during dinner, but sometimes he can occasionally eat some raw fermented grapes before bed. He perfectly understands which fruits are more fermented or less. But he treats this without fanaticism, because the main goal is to eat, not get drunk.

"What if? No, it's impossible. But what if I use that formula, and... Nah, it still won't work. But what if I... No no no. Or maybe yes? Or maybe..." The constant ebb and flow of ideas for new inventions is a typical behavior for Maru when she has a drink that is quite strong for her. This will continue until she falls asleep. It is good that her brother is nearby and help her.

Ah, for old Willy there's nothing better than a bottle of mead after a hard day of fishing. So to speak, to celebrate a successful catch. He most often drinks alone, even when in the Saloon, but can occasionally tell his fishing stories to Marlon, Gil, or Clint with a few drinks. And no matter how much he drinks, he will remain the same. Honestly, as if in the mug not alcohol, but just water!

Penny will never touch a drink, but there was a case when she accidentally drank Sam's cocktail, confusing it with her glass of juice. She immediately became sloppy drunk, embarrassed by her condition and making haste to get home. Penny doesn't understand how her mother can enjoy such a state.

Oh, the doctor knows that in small doses, wine can even be beneficial to the body. But when, by coincidence, Harvey has to drink more than his body can handle, then this is a complete blackout. He doesn't remember anything and prays that he did not do anything obscene.

Pam is an aggressive drunk. This is even more noticeable when her order for another beer is delayed by more than five minutes. Mostly this is a verbal skirmish, Pam will not show physical aggression (unless it concerns her daughter. For her sake, she will grab anyone by the throat, and she does not need alcohol for this).

Usually Wizard is always strict about alcohol, but there are times when you just want to get drunk. Given that he always drinks alone, he is most often sad drunk, remembering the old days when he and his ex were still together. If anyone (Farmer) wants to console him, then let them mentally prepare for an hour-long story about his ex-wife, youth, and that "the grass used to be greener."

Marlon will also remember the old days with a glass of whiskey along with Gil, but unlike the same Wizard, Marlon's stories are more filled with fun and excitement. Usually he is strict and silent, but when a little drunk, he opens up a little more, with his comrade remembering their adventures when the young guys just embarked on the path of an adventurer. These old people deserve some rest and fun.

Pierre considers a couple of strong cocktails a well-deserved reward after a hard week at work. The alcohol in his blood makes him more talkative, but now his tongue is tangled up so that you no longer understand whether Pierre asked to repeat the order, or somehow insulted you.

The last cocktail was obviously superfluous, but Haley didn't care. She wants to have fun, and why is the music so quiet, and let's all dance, and she already changed her mind don't touch her, and anyway where is her other cocktail? Cheerful, energetic, but at the same time more capricious - this is how it goes.

Kent has been very wary of drinking since he returned to Stardew Valley. After all he's been through, it's very easy to drown at the bottom of the bottle, and he doesn't want to get to that point. He still has his family. So he asks Gus, Marlon or Willy to stop him if he gets depressed drunk after a mug of beer or two.

Ah, the tango began to play in the music machine! Robin will not miss the opportunity to dance with her husband to passionate music. She usually asks her husband, but after a few sips of ale, Robin pulled Demetrius off the table and onto the dance floor with almost one tug.

The same Demetrius, after drinking, was very sleepy, but the whole life flashed before the eyes of the poor scientist, when his dearest wife grabbed his hand and he heard the words "tango". Demetrius loves Robin and will not refuse her a dance, but still, a strong drink affected the scientist's vestibular apparatus, and he dances no better than a rag doll. But it looks funny Maru and Sebastian will definitely film this on camera as compromising evidence for the future.

Clint has a fairly high tolerance for alcohol, so he probably drinks almost every day. Even in the cinema, he manages to smuggle alcohol under the guise of Joja Cola. So you can call him secret drunk: no matter how much he drinks, he does not look drunk. Just like Willy.

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv headcanons #sdv marlon #sdv maru #sdv marnie #sdv abigail #sdv penny #sdv shane #sdv kent #sdv sebastian #sdv alex #sdv willy #sdv harvey #sdv jodi #sdv caroline #sdv sam #sdv elliott #sdv emily #sdv haley #sdv lewis #sdv linus #sdv gil #sdv wizard #sdv pam #sdv robin #sdv demetrius #sdv clint #sdv pierre #sorry if i forgot someone

[middletone]

Introduction Post

Spring – Year 1: Week 1 - Week 2 - Week 3 - Week 4

Current Goals:

Fast-track Blue Chickens

Fishing Level 10

Weekly Summary: Leander has taken the first steps towards becoming a part of the Pelican Town community! Having heard rumors of Shane’s chicken husbandry skills, our farmer is attempting to befriend possibly the only person in town to actively avoid having friends. Very rude; we just want to talk about chickens!

Leander has found solace in fishing. He prefers fishing at the dock in front of Willy’s shop, but will sometimes move to one of the small islands of the mountain lake. The Fiberglass Rod was a much needed purchase. The mines do instill a growing need for adventure, however…

Having met with the Wizard and “partaken” of his brew, Leander’s magics have begun to reawaken; enough that the Fae saw it within their good graces to bless our first crops. A fruitful first week back at Aurora Fields.

Daily summary & donation checklists under the cut; mod list in the Introduction post.

Day 01:

Our beginner chickens are Honey (white) & Biscuit (brown)

Cleared a small patch of land in front of the house for crops & cut down enough trees for 2 chests

Bought & planted: 1 Parsnip, 1 Cauliflower, 1 Kale, 1 Green Bean, 1 Blue Jazz, 1 Tulip, & 3 Potatoes

Said “Hi” to everyone excluding Alex, Willy, & the Wizard - Not bad!

Found all possible Spring Foragables - Great start!

Dug up a Rusty Spoon and spoke with Gunther about the museum

Hit Foraging Level 1

Day 02:

Forgot to pet the chickens; continue to be mad I can’t pet them while they’re sleeping

Got word from Willy & went to the beach for our first fishing rod

Dropped a chest in front of Willy’s shop & fished until 5pm; treasure: iron & 2 Frozen Geodes

Found Glass Shards on the beach - Serious safety hazard!

Said “Hi” to Willy & Alex, then gifted a daffodil to Linus for the ‘Making Friends’ quest

Cleared some of the farm before heading to bed

Hit Fishing Levels 1 & 2

Day 03:

Rained - Caught all rain fish except the Shad

Fenced off a portion of the Coop area for the blue chewy grass to spread without being eaten

Chickens fully grown - Got our first eggs!

Gifted Shane an egg; Operation Fast-track Blue Chickens is a go!

Purchased a Fiberglass Rod & Bait from Willy’s Shop

Spent the day fishing; treasure: iron, geode, & 2 Aquamarine

Cleared some of the farm before heading to bed

Hit Fishing Levels 3 & 4; got Fisherman achievement

Day 04:

Spent the day fishing

Gave Pam a Joja Cola to rub on her sore nose - ?

Egg for Shane

Did some foraging before bed

Hit Fishing Level 5 - Chose Fisher perk

Day 05:

Adopted our first cat, Steve “Captain America” Rogers

Cleared some of the farm towards the southern exit

Completed the Rat Problem & Mine cut scenes

Dropped a chest in the mine by the elevator for future use

Dropped a chest in front of the Community Center & moved items in preparation for first round of donations - Reminds me of stacking bugs/fish outside Blather’s while the museum upgrades in ACNH lol

Nothing worth buying from the Traveling Cart today

Spent the day fishing

Day 06:

Got high with the wizard and made first round of donations to the Community Center

Gave Sam a Flounder that he wanted for unspecified reasons

Spent the day fishing

Cleared some of the farm before heading to bed

Received a visit from the Fairy!

Hit Fishing Level 6 & Foraging Level 2

Day 07:

Learned Stir Fry recipe

Bought a Red Mushroom from the Traveling Cart

Gave Lewis a Daffodil for his birthday

Bought & planted 8 Potatoes; purchased the first pack upgrade

Spent the day fishing; treasure: Skeletal Tail

Cleared some of the farm before heading to bed; found & read Mining Monthly book

Hit Farming Level 1 & Mining Level 1; got Mother Catch achievement

Donations:

Community Center - Crafts Room 1/6:

4/4 Spring Foraging: Wild Horseradish, Daffodil, Leek, Spring Onion

0/3 Summer Foraging: Grape, Spice Berry, Sweet Pea

0/4 Fall Foraging: Common Mushroom, Wild Plum, Hazelnut, Blackberry

0/4 Winter Foraging: Crystal Fruit, Snow Yam, Crocus, Holly

0/5 Exotic Foraging: Coconut, Cactus Fruit, Cave Carrot, Red Mushroom, Purple Mushroom, Maple Syrup, Oak Resin, Pine Tar, Morel

0/3 Forest: Moss (10), Fiber (200), Maple Seed (10)

Community Center - Pantry 1/6:

4/4 Spring Crops: Parsnip, Green Bean, Cauliflower, Potato

0/4 Summer Crops: Hot Pepper, Blueberry, Melon, Summer Squash

0/4 Fall Crops: Corn, Eggplant, Pumpkin, Yam

0/1 Rare Crops: Ancient Fruit, Sweet Gem Berry

2/4 Garden: Tulip, Summer Spangle, Fairy Rose, Blue Jazz, Sunflower

0/4 Brewer’s: Mead, Wine, Juice, Pale Ale, Green Tea

Community Center - Fish Tank 0/6:

1/4 River Fish: Sunfish, Catfish, Shad, Tiger Trout

3/4 Lake Fish: Largemouth Bass, Carp, Bullhead, Sturgeon

1/4 Ocean Fish: Sardine, Tuna, Red Snapper, Tilapia

2/3 Night Fishing: Walleye, Bream, Eel

2/5 Crab Pot: Lobster, Crayfish, Crab, Cockle, Mussel, Shrimp, Snail, Periwinkle, Oyster, Clam

0/2 Master Fisher’s: Lava Eel, Scorpion Carp, Octopus, Blobfish

Community Center - Boiler Room 0/3:

0/4 Geologist’s: Quartz, Earth Crystal, Frozen Tear, Fire Quartz

0/5 Treasure Hunter’s: Amethyst, Topaz, Emerald, Diamond, Ruby, Aquamarine

0/3 Engineer’s: Iridium Ore, Battery Pack, Refined Quartz (5)

Museum - Artifacts 1/42:

Dwarf Scroll I, Dwarf Scroll II, Dwarf Scroll III, Dwarf Scroll IV, Chipped Amphora, Arrowhead, Ancient Doll, Elvish Jewelry, Chewing Stick, Ornamental Fan, Dinosaur Egg, Rare Disc, Ancient Sword, Rusty Spoon, Rusty Spur, Rusty Cog, Chicken Statue, Ancient Seed, Prehistoric Tool, Dried Starfish, Anchor, Glass Shards, Bone Flute, Prehistoric Handaxe, Dwarvish Helm, Dwarf Gadget, Ancient Drum, Golden Mask, Golden Relic, Strange Doll, Prehistoric Scapula, Prehistoric Tibia, Prehistoric Skull, Skeletal Hand, Prehistoric Rib, Prehistoric Vertebra, Skeletal Tail, Nautilus Fossil, Amphibian Fossil, Palm Fossil, Trilobite

Museum – Minerals 0/53:

Emerald, Aquamarine, Ruby, Amethyst, Topaz, Jade, Diamond, Prismatic Shard, Quartz, Fire Quartz, Frozen Tear, Earth Crystal, Alamite, Bixite, Baryte, Aerinite, Calcite, Dolomite, Esperite, Fluorapatite, Geminite, Helvite, Jamborite, Jagoite, Kyanite, Lunarite, Malachite, Neptunite, Lemon Stone, Nekoite, Orpiment, Petrified Slime, Thunder Egg, Pyrite, Ocean Stone, Ghost Crystal, Tigerseye, Jasper, Opal, Fire Opal, Celestine, Marble, Sandstone, Granite, Basalt, Limestone, Soapstone, Hematite, Mudstone, Obsidian, Slate, Fairy Stone, Star Shards

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv farmer #daily sdv #aurora fields #sdv 1.6

[chen-chen-chen-again-chen]

WIP Wednesday + fic drop

Thank you for the WWIP tags all you lovely souls: @bookish-bogwitch, @cutestkilla, @martsonmars, @artsyunderstudy, @whogaveyoupermission, @fatalfangirl, @larkral (I answer your call of a forceful tag! I'm sure it was a firm, grounding touch ❤️).

I have TWO things for you today. One of them is not actually an WIP, but a little shortie from the Rosethorn girl universe that you can read on AO3 right now! No fancy art because my brain is being Bad Brain right now. Thing 1:

They were all children once

Rating: Gen

Words:  823

Chapters: 1/1 

Part 3 of Rosethorn girl

Summary:

Salisbury House thinks of the children that it's sheltered throughout the years.

Part of Carry On Countdown 2022's Day 13: Devotion.

I will also stick stuff about JELLY BABIES (a wee snippet & overly-emotional blather) under the cut. Next chapter with these sweet baby gays should be coming out tonight!

Ch. 10 (!!!!) of Jelly Babies is almost good to go. I THINK I will try to post daily until this bad boi is done?? I have a buffer of about 3-4 chapters, but I am human, so absolutely no guarantees. I do have an outline and a rough idea of where it's going to go, and I hope (DEAR GOD I HOPE) that it'll wrap up before the end of December. We shall see.

Thing 2. Here is a VERY SHORT SNIPPET from tonight's chapter:

“What?” Gregory asks, confused. He squints up at it. There’s some plants there that look familiar, a bunch of leaves with small white berries, wrapped up with a red ribbon. It looks like the stuff he helped Ioanna gather up the other day - 

“That’s.” Swithin clears his throat. “That’s mistletoe.” 

I just want to say a big, sloppy, huge, emotional, tearful, Gregory-esque thank you to everyone who has engaged with this work. Honestly, every time I write something (especially in fandom spaces), my go-to thought is, "This is so weird. This is just a lark. It's okay if no one reads it - I'm just happy that I wrote it and put it out into the world." But then y'all show up waving homemade signs and cheering and crying and Embracing the Weird and I am eternally grateful to exist in this corner of the internet with you.

I mentioned this before in responses to some comments, but I feel like writing and sharing "Jelly Babies" re-set some kind of button in my brain and my body so that I am actually able to experience joy again. And I hope that in some way, it brings you a little bit of joy and warmth and sweetness and the conviction that (as Dr. Chuck Tingle says) Love is Real. We're all just wee humans dealing with this hard shit and trying to make it through the day.

Whether you've been working joyfully or slogging away or unable to make anything at all - whether you're on top of the world or just struggling to make it through the the next minute - you always belong. You always deserve a hug and a hot drink and a rest so that you can sit down and take off your heavy boots.

Thank you. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hello tags!  @captain-aralias, @excalisbury, @facewithoutheart, @hushed-chorus, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @johnwgrey, @moodandmist, @nightimedreamersworld, @raenestee, @sailorblossoms, @thewholelemon,  @you-remind-me-of-the-babe  

#WIP Wednesday #carry on countdown #COC 2022 #swegory #sweet baby gays #snowbaz as elder gays #rosethorn girl #lucy lives #fuck the mage #Salisbury House #my fic tag

[dollsonmain]

Ok I have a lot of blather to put because I am socially isolated locally and at a large distance from family but am not exactly socially close with them anyway BUT FIRST.

I’ll get replacement Sugarberry in the mail today, and Sunbeam with the pajamas (actually this kind of ties into part of the blather for later), then the berry dress tomorrow.

[forgottenfriendshiprpg]

who's most wanted from the Masterlist's fandoms at the moment, please? thank you!

Phillip 'Phil' DeVille, Dylan 'Dil' Pickles, Mr. Stuart 'Stu' Pickles, Mrs. Didila 'Didi' Pickles (née Kropotkin), Mrs. Charlotte Pickles, Mr. Andrew 'Drew' Pickles, and the other characters from All Grown Up! / Rugrats ; Alfonso, Blathers, Booker, Don Resetti, Franklin, Gracie, Gulliver, K.K. Slider, Katrina, Mabel, Margie, Phyllis, Porter, Tom Nook, Brewster, Harriet, Pascal, Lyle, Kicks, Labelle / Label, Lloid, Pavé, Zipper T. Bunny, Phineas, Nat, Digby, Harvey, Leif, Luna, Audie, Daisy Mae, Wardell, C.J., Flick, Niko, Orville, Wilbur, Celeste, Sable, Joan, Pelly, Pete, Saharah, Tommy, Timmy, and Lottie from Animal Crossing™ ; Nigel Uno, Kuki Sanban, Abigail Lincoln, Cree Lincoln, Fanny Fulbright, Rachel McKenzie, Harvey McKenzie, and Chad Dickson from Codename: Kids Next Door ; Regina George, Janis 'Imi'ike, Damian Hubbard, Karen Shetty, Gretchen Wieners, Aaron Samuels, Ms. Heron, Mrs. George, Ms. Norbury, and Principal Mr. Duvall from Mean Girls ; Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Aria Blaze, Sonata Dusk, Adagio Dazzle, Vignette Valencia, Gloriosa Daisy, Principal Abacus Cinch, Kiwi Lollipop, Supernova Zap, Juniper Montage, Principal Celestia, Vice-Principal Luna, Flash Sentry, Scootaloo, Apple Bloom, Big McIntosh, Octavia Melody, DJ Pon-3, Timber Spruce, Trixie Lulamoon, and Zephyr Breeze from My Little Pony: Equestria Girls ; Princess Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Spike, Discord, Princess Luna, Princess Celestia, Princess Cadance, Trixie Lulamoon, Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo from My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic ; Strawberry Shortcake, Orange Blossom, Lemon Meringue, Blueberry Muffin, Raspberry Torte, Cherry Jam, Plum Puddin', Huckleberry Pie, Sweet Grapes, Apple Dumplin', Princess Berrykin, Berrykin Bloom, Custard, and Pupcake from Strawberry Shortcake™ / Strawberry Shortcake™: Berry In The Big City / Strawberry Shortcake’s Berry Bitty Adventures™ ; Alejandra 'Alex' Delgado, Mrs. Kate Moseley-Dorsey, Mr. Doug Dorsey, Zach Conroy, James McKinsey, Alex Harrison, and Jacqueline Dorsey from The Cutting Edge film series !! And you're welcome, 'nonnie !!

#multifandom rp #fandom rp #appless rp #town rp #city rp #town RPG #answered #anonymous #f.f.:F.A.Q.S. #f.f.:admin. #f.f.:M.W. #f.f.:admin.blair.

[mywifeleftme]

304: Guy Clark // Better Days

Better Days Guy Clark 1983, Warner Bros.

I realized two things listening to Guy Clark’s Better Days today. One, is that I’m partial to lyricists who tell me about finding things they’d shoved in a drawer and forgotten about. It suggests they’re old enough to have possessed a drawer for a long time; that they prefer to use concrete imagery to tell me the things they’re repressing instead of blathering about abstractions or using therapyspeak; and that their writing’s concerned with memory and how it’s kept. Guy Clark’s lyrical universe is almost unparalleled in its collection of drawers, work benches, knives, hammers, bolts, and wrenches. He has a song called “Stuff That Works,” and it’s just a list of what it says on the tin.

The other thing I realized is that I’m more game for what I’ll simply refer to as “Jimmy Buffett Shit” than I was ready to admit before I took on this project. My favourite song by forty knots on this consummate songwriter’s record isn’t anything writerly—it’s the marinacore pop rocker “Supply and Demand.” We open with a flip-flop tapping take-off of the “Jack & Diane” intro, interpolate a little Chuck Berry, gloop on some AOR lead guitar, and put anchor in Margaritaville for an easy-drinking near-nonsense chorus that absolutely will not leave my head. It rules. Clark’s always had this gear—the song feels like a throwback to his slightly-underrated second record, Texas Cookin’—and it turns out a lot of my favourite songwriters have it too, from honorary Parrothead Jerry Jeff Walker to lupine Californian Warren Zevon. The problem was always Jimmy himself, it turned out. I’m absolutely down for hedonistic goof rock, but Jimmy was a hack.

Anyway, Better Days will top few Clark fans’ personal rankings, but I’ve never heard a record of his that was a complete miss. Better Days is one of his swings at pop country (1983 style), so there’s a fair amount of varnish on the carpentry compared to rustic Americana-era efforts like Dublin Blues (which contains a superior take on the best song here, “The Randall Knife”) or My Favorite Picture of You, but the craftsmanship is true. Clark offers a gently rollicking version of Townes Van Zandt’s sly “No Deal,” while “Uncertain Texas” finds Clark dueting with sideman Vince Gill, who sounds ready for the stardom he was still a few years off from. “Tears” is probably the most traditional honky tonk Clark ever cut, and “Homegrown Tomatoes” remains a nice little back porch retread of his debut’s standout “Rita Ballou.”

Add this one to Clark’s long list of working stuff.

304/365

#guy clark #'80s music #country music #'80s country #singer songwriter #americana #jerry jeff walker #warren zevon #jimmy buffett #music review #vinyl record #vince gill #outlaw country

[poetryfoundation-potd]

On a Sunday

By Quincy Troupe

for Amiri Baraka

eye remember seeing the oblong fruit—mango,

papaya—in a photo of a lynched black man's

head fixed above the exclamation point of his tad-

pole body, swaying easy in a tree in a gentle

breeze, it is summer in my memory, warm,

not yet swelteringly hot in southern steel country

alabama, outside birmingham, where

john coltrane blew hauntingly of four little black girls

blown to smithereens on a sunday, in church,

eye also remember hearing chuck berry playing guitar

on a sunday, in the back seat of his white cadillac car,

driven by his red-haired black wife, cruising st. louis

blues streets, singing, "roll over beethoven,

tell tchaikovsky the news, there's a new kind

of music called rhythm 'n' blues," on that sunday

the sky was blue as it was in my memory—

where all things are elusively fixed,

because nothing is ever permanent save change—

cobalt blue, sapphire blue, cerulean blue

when eye saw the lynched man's head in the photograph

oblique above the exclamation point of his tadpole body,

it was a sapphire-blue sunday in the deep freeze

of january, when barack obama

took the oath of office, became the forty-fourth

president of this divided nation in crisis,

the voices of reason were thrown out the window

like bathwater, soap, an infant in a small plastic tub,

a bawling baby hitting the ground, breath atomized

as vaporizing matter, misted into the air in a fog

like an elegy, a sunday listening to punditry talking—

points hitting the fan on TV screens, their elegies

leering all over the planet, richly paid for drivel,

their infested dialogue, their blather like plagues,

prattling disinformation, sluiced through airwaves,

zapping clueless people inside their atomized brains,

glued, as they are, to these talking heads flashing

expensive dental-wear as they natter their shopworn

rhetoric into cameras, connecting us to them

through plasma TV screens, on glory bird sundays

& the blues as a way of life everywhere, even on sundays

when all things are elusively fixed, even words of sermons,

because nothing is ever permanent save change,

the sky sometimes blue as a sapphire woman

wearing red, her hips moving from side to side, beckoning

with her sensuous, sashaying hips, come-t0-me-poppa strut,

seducing where the gospel of sweetness is elusively fixed

inside a church, a juke joint, the music hot as her allure,

hittin' it, layin' the mojo down, conjurin' up wicked

spirits, as poets raising the roof from its foundation up

into cerulean-blue, sapphire-blue, cobalt-blue air,

preachers running the gospel down on sundays with their

sermons everywhere, people living inside their memories,

where all things are elusively fixed, but here

nothing is ever permanent save change after change

nothing is ever permanent save change

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/154944/on-a-sunday

No Audio Included

#poetry #poetry foundation #english #african american #lynching cw

[lizardtracks]

A Sugar Maple Year

It's that time of year. The Look Back; The Top Ten; The Best Of. The talking heads blather on, wrapping up the year like it is rotten fish we're carrying to the curb. I can't agree that January 1 is the newel post we should swing around for the next flight of stairs. I’m unsure if a year is even a useful measure of time.

I once measured years by the breathing of sugar maples. I was less than nine years old and years were much longer then. My fifth summer lasted as long as an entire trip around the sun does now. Now I open the swamp cooler valve, cuss a few times about the heat, the lack of rain, and bam! The next thing I know I’m back on the roof closing off the duct. And here summer lasts six months.

In a sugar maple summer, the forest was dim and cool. You could lay in the shade on the moss and listen to the forest breathe. Forests don’t breathe in and out. As with sparrows and didgeridoos, its breath is a continuous entity, ephemeral and ancient. But you can hear it and follow its rhythm all through the long days of summer. Sometimes you lose the rhythm. Cicadas or bees or berries plopping to the ground submerge it. Sit by a pond then, very still, or in silence beneath a giant oak. It will come back to you.

Within the forest's breath is the shorter, diurnal breathing of sugar maples. A sough so silent it's barely audible. But still, it is sensate enough that humans can catch it by moving beyond the space of their own breathing. I liked it best in the evening when they began breathing out. The sun would release its hold on their osmosis and photosynthesis. Their work was done for the day. They would sigh and relax. As they breathed out, you could watch their breath collect in the fields. Near sunset, it was warm and moist, and palest blue: like dust from a robin's egg. The maples breathed out. Fireflies took up the exhalation and made constellations in the tall grass.

When autumn turned, an indiscernible rasp passed through the forest. It sounded like the first germ of tuberculosis in the lungs of the young. The sugar maples changed. Was it the rasp? Was it the now desiccant air? Was it the sun arcing closer to the hilltops? I'll never know. But, one by one, the sugar maples gave up their breath. With their last exhales the sap returned to the roots in their underground labyrinth. Each leaf held one last trace of sugar. The sun turned the sugar red, ochre, garnet, crimson, and vermillion. A carotene blaze crept down the hillsides.

By Halloween the branches were empty. Wind raked through the ghostly trees but it sounded no more like breathing than a bellows. By Christmas we learned what we had to learn anew every year: there is no silence like snowy woods. The sugar maples stood in the snow, gray and sullen, holding their breath. But they could not have been silent. No. Under the snow, below the layer of earth that would frost-heave in spring, they had stored glucose. Energy from the summer sun. It seeped upward. The trees fed on it. I knew this was happening. Men came in February to tap the trees. But the sugar rose in secret. Not even a child, in the silence of a snowy wood, could hear it trickling through the heartwood.

The sugarmen came when we started unbuttoning our coats. The daytime snow had turned soft and wet. The men drilled into the sugar maples and pushed spigots into the holes. From some of the spigots, they hung galvanized buckets. From others, they ran plastic tubes down the hills to square translucent tanks. Sometimes we would trace these from the tree to the tank through the thinning snow. The sugarmen trucked the tanks down our lane, across the macadam road, to a shed where they boiled the collected sap into syrup. And then, as if it came from the heat of the boiler itself, spring was there.

Breathing was not the first sound of spring. Snow dripped from everything. The creek changed from gurgle to babble, to an insistent rush. Sometimes it would roar. Birds woke earlier to chirp at greater volume. But grandpa could hear those sounds. It was time for a child to listen again. Everywhere under the humus, and very quiet, came the slightest rustling. Sometimes it was mice moving again in the warmth. But below even that was a matrix of noise. It came from everywhere at once. It was the movement of plants pushing to the surface. With the very softest of sighing their leaves unfurled: trillium, mayapples, fiddlehead ferns. A tiny thud marked a twig rolling off a leaf and back onto the ground. They had to hurry. The sun was tugging again at the sugar maples. The sap was rising with greater urgency. Soon their leaves would shade the woodland floor. The smaller plant's time in the light would end. So that matrix of noise would rise and swell, then pause like a conductor had lifted a baton. I would sit on my haunches and listen. For it was then, if you were quiet enough, that you'd hear the forest and the sugar maples start breathing again.

It's now half a century later, and I still can't get calendars to make sense. Annual countdowns sound like cacophony. The talking heads reading lists of human accomplishments sound like the ramblings of mad men. And quite frankly if I were to demarc any year strictly by its Gregorian start and stop, it would be a mixed bag. I'd just as soon opt for something a little more seasonal, a little more sidereal, a little more planetary. Marking off squares on a calendar seems silly once you've heard the forest breathe.

#new year #sugar maple #sap #forest

[cloudbattrolls]

I’m not as much of a tea snob as Tuuya (thank god) but lard has reminded me I do think earl gray is Boring. And I like a lot of teas! Mint, chai, chamomile, lemon ginger, hibiscus berry, etc. That one just doesn’t do it for me.

Tutu meanwhile has Opinions but thankfully they generally avoid blathering about them to most people. Their friends and quads have probably heard at least one Tea Rant each tho.

[hourly-dreaming]

gonna have to start getting rid of the links in my desc to see if that keeps my blogs from getting flagged and taken down. masterlists will have to be manually searched for, i apologize for the inconvenience. just trying not to lose my account again or anything like that 😔✊🏻

#berry's blathering #berry.txt #update #important

[berrysficrecs]

the fact that my top 3 posts rn (on mobile anyway) are all donghyuckie fics ..... 👀 hmm...

#not a fic rec #berry's blathering #berry.txt

[longassr1de]

Here's a little preview/teaser bc I've been m.i.a ...and probably won't get this up in time for Mark's birthday bc I suck lol

Haven't finished it yet so things are subject to change, but this is the overview as of the planning and such

#berry's blathering #upcoming #fic preview #longassr1de fics #sub!mark #incoming #*whoop whoop whoop*

[dunkshotdreaming]

A quick little fyi post, I guess?

I usually start writing late at night bc that's when I feel most ~inspired~ ......but I get so into it that I end up finishing real late (if I'm lucky, I'm done before sunrise). And by that point, I'm so exhausted I often can't remember the entire story I just posted. So believe me when I say I have to go back and reread whatever I'd just posted the following day (err whenever I wake up), because sometimes... I'm just as surprised as you are to find out what happens next 😂

I promise I'll get better at managing stuff but for rn I'm just running on impulsive spontaneous bursts of creativity. So until I get back into the habit of writing more often and planning out my works and such... I do apologize for the organization of everything, but I hope you'll still enjoy my stories. Thank you all for your time😊

#berry's blathering #text #berry update much wow

[aaabominations]

Russel Berry sans mustache

Submitted by @consensual-blathering

#submission #shitpost #ace attorney #russel berry consensual blathering #:| 'mmmmmmmmmm'

[caiibuck]

I have a love/hate relationship with the way this app makes me think. Out picking blackberries in the pasture, "First one goes to Blathers...." I mumble as I fondly feed my horse the first berry I found.

#no her name is not Blathers #its Perdida #after the momma dog in 101 dalmations #cause shes a leopard appaloosa #meaning she has spots #my typical greeting to her is ofcourse 'Howdy Dowdy Perdy Durdy' #i love her :) #she always gets more berries than me when i pick them because shes much bigger than me #and thus requires a higher portion to get total equity between us #its only fair