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#caribou: poems
trinalwilliams · 3 days
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 Infinities with you...
Stillness...
Silent eyes...
Humility...
Silent cries...
An eyes invitation...
An open sea...
A wondrous adventure...
A wondrous dream...
Sailing through
something new...
The delusions...
The illusions...
The earth...
The sky...
The human eye...
Daydreaming my way through...
All this space with you...
Spilling...
Fulfilling...
Infinities...
With you
Tlw
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taski-guru · 1 year
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I decided to make a clumsy sketchy mini comic about my process of writing a poem
Today's Mirra's birthday, and I decided instead of doing the usual things... to write some kind of song lyrics. Or a poem. I don't know. But the main snag is that since there is no gender neutral pronounce in our native language, yet I would like to have it in the text, and plus Mirra likes English language better, so. So I decided to write in English.
It was MUCH harder than I thought, my level is not enough to understand how well I use the words I want to rhyme and if the sentences are grammatically correct. I mean, whether native speakers talk like that at all.
Here goes the poem:
Amidst the forest deep and fair, The person stands so pure and rare, Sturdy and tall like willow trees Yet gentle like the morning breeze
With eyes that glinted like the moon, They work at dawn they work at noon. That tall stranger plants the trees With careful hands and thoughtful ease,
The person's soul is intertwined, With nature's beauty unconfined, A bond that cannot be undone, A life from seeds to trees, begun.
Their hair cascades in shiny streams, As sunlight dances through the trees, Observing all the nature's charms, Protecting woods from any harms.
Their steps so gentle on the ground, Leaves and twigs make not a sound, From south hills they looked afar At their grove, wide and bizarre,
As this person seeds, with eyes agleam Their face reflecting the sunset's beam The rain may come, the wind may blow, But these brave sprouts will surely grow.
Beneath the shining summer sun. The seedlings grow one by one Up toward the sky with grace and pride, And stand there strong with branches wide.
The soil, once barren, now alive, Their trees are in bloom, and bees arrive, A person stands quiet, yet not alone, For all the woods being their home,
Amidst the forest deep and fair They honored by its silent prayer For nature's power, beauty, and grace And for the peace reclaims this place
So if you seek the person rare, Amid the trees, you'll find them there, A friend to plants both tall and low A true guardian we blessed to know
a gift for @timbermirracle
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haikumixtape · 4 months
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comm-caribou · 1 year
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🍷The Heir of Evil🐉 AU fans have decided, and...
🍷The Heir of Evil🐉 AU Reader will be an IceWing!!
I have a few headcanons for them, and a a bit of backstory and lore planned, too😊 Let's dive in:
• ❄IceWing!🍷Heir of Evil!🐉 Reader is the grandchild or great-grandchild to the wicked IceWing queen, specifically the one who put the tribe into multiple wars and skirmishes and tried to take over the dragon world. Reader isn't like her (they're not an irredeemable monster who hurts others for fun)
• Heir! Reader wears jewelry that is mostly silver or black, but loves any sort of colorful gemstones or charms...
• Heir! Reader only wears the pieces of jewelry that are necessary; they don't want to waste the tribe's treasure on frivolous items, and if the jewelry appeals to other tribes, then it might make Reader and the IceWings seem more appealing, like they're dragons, too...
• Heir! Reader is good with algebra, dragon biology, and creative writing...
• Heir! Reader is torn between what the two sides of their kingdom wants: to stay unscheming and try to foster peace, hoping other tribes will leave them alone and not hurt them further... or to amass enough power and treasure that they can wage a war against the other tribes, or at least the IceWing hybrids who some view as traitors...
• Heir! Reader's necklace they were told to never take off is enchanted, but they don't know that. The necklace hides something about them, which is why their vanished/dead parent gave it to them...
• Heir! Reader has had to stop a coup for their throne/title at age four (about 12 year old in WoF dragon years), which led to them earning the respect of the remaining advisors and generals of their late parent/late family, as well as the respect of the few nobles left and the different IceWing villages...
• Heir! Reader's hatching day is a mystery, as no one ever saw their egg, nor them, when they were first hatched, save for their deceased parent and a late ally of their's...
• Heir! Reader has an army of pet foxes, all of which are (diet) platonic yandere for them (they're all so cute and cuddly and fluffy-!)
• Heir! Reader, unlike most IceWings, enjoys trying cooked meats and exotic dishes from other tribes and kingdoms...
• Heir! Reader prefers to sleep with a fur blanket, not because they're cold (they're an IceWing), but because they like the soft fur and fuzzy texture...
• Heir! Reader is an aromantic-asexual...
• Heir! Reader enjoys traditonal IceWing foods such as fresh salmon with lemon juice, thinly-sliced caribou strips, puffin and moss salad, kalimari (squid), bear jerkey, ox ribs seasoned lightly with moss, seal meat marinated in ginger/lemon/honey, as well as ice cream, frozen berry slush, and lemon-flavored shaved ice...
• Heir! Reader likes traditional dishes from other kingdoms such as: MudWing's Diamond Delta Gumbo, SandWing's Cinnamon Milk and Roasted Lizard Kebabs, SkyWing's Charred+Barbecued Eagle Wings, SeaWing's Thousand Scales Thousand Fish Sushi, RainWing's Mango-Orange Juice, NightWing's Smoked Boarchops, HiveWing's Honey-roasted Shrimp, SilkWing's Loaded Baked and Sweet Potatoes, and LeafWing's Planter's Pie...
• Heir! Reader sometimes wears a small, spiked tailband on the end of their tail, nestled above where their spikes are...
• Heir! Reader enjoys sunrises, and writes new poems and hymns for their tribe to sing at their Gifts of the Ice Dragon Festival...
• Heir! Reader enjoys old literature, especially comedies...
(I will make another post about Heir! Reader facts, but dealing with IceWing culture)
(I wonder what their name could/should/would be?)
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poem-today · 8 months
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A poem by Matthew Olzmann
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Letter to the Person Who Carved His Initials into the Oldest Living Longleaf Pine in North America
—Southern Pines, NC
Tell me what it’s like to live without curiosity, without awe. To sail on clear water, rolling your eyes at the kelp reefs swaying beneath you, ignoring the flicker of mermaid scales in the mist, looking at the world and feeling only boredom. To stand on the precipice of some wild valley, the eagles circling, a herd of caribou booming below, and to yawn with indifference. To discover something primordial and holy. To have the smell of the earth welcome you to everywhere. To take it all in, and then, to reach for your knife.
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Matthew Olzmann
Image: The Oldest Longleaf Pine #1 by David Blevins 
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I've started making a little memory box from my PhD. It's not finished yet - I need to fasten things correctly and add in some structure - but so far it includes a postcard from the Inuit Studies Conference, a beautifully carved piece of caribou antler that I bought from an Igloolik artist, and a seal skull. . The seal material used in the experiments that were mentioned in Tuesday's poem all came from an animal that had died of natural causes. I had contacted the Pieterburen seal sanctuary to the north of Groningen to ask if they had any recently deceased seals, and received an affirmative. As they are a sanctuary, they receive a lot of sick or injured seals, and while many of them are able to be released back into the wild, there are unfortunately those who don't survive. I was therefore invited to attend the autopsy of two such individuals, and could then take whatever material I needed for my experiments. (I should say that this was only allowed because I had signed a scientific research declaration - they don't just allow anyone to come and get bits of dead seal...) . I therefore got the skins from two seals to use in my sewing experiments (the poem for that one will be shared next week) as well as the bones from one to use as the raw material for the different kinds of tools I needed for my PhD experiments. I did not need the skull for my experiments, but the vets very kindly let me take it, as they would have just thrown it out anyway, and so now it sits on my shelf as a memory to the creature without who I would not have been able to complete my PhD. . A bit of an odd post today, but I wanted to acknowledge that experimental archaeology is often a messy business. What's important is to approach the acquisition of raw materials from an ethical perspective, and respect the animals who donated them. . #ExperimentalArchaeology #ArchaeologyLife #ArchaeologyLovers #ArchaeologistsOfInstagram #archaeology #archaeologist #PhD #PhdLife #skull #ArcticArchaeology https://www.instagram.com/p/CqZsCghqhKo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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searsage · 1 year
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[Killer instinct] Caribou [closed]
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Thank you for your interest this lass has been purchased by Stitched Rabbit! Highest offer $95
Nick name: Carrie
Bio: Quirky cryptid loveing hermit, who lives alone in a secluded wildlife reserve, can be called eccentric, 100% believes in aliens and plans to date moth man one day, they are highly in yune with nature and after cam be found in the woods prefering the wilds over life in a small cabin.
Has a extremely low social tolerance and often becomes socially exhausted and distences self in such cases.
Will yodel at unsuspecting victims, getting lost in the woods is their favorite past time.. No not because they are lost and too proud to hand over the map they can't read.
They are the person who survives a horror moving and often look out for invisible rocks.
They are ruthlessly protective of their small circle and will not hesitate to pick a fight with someone they think stepped on the wrong person's toes.
Stunningly talented with an ax and by extension chainsaws, be weary she will try to fight wild life and has been sprayed by skunks on multiple occasions.
Brash, cocky, confident and outgoing within their circle, its only the rare times she breaks this character and you can hear her southern drawl.
Will get you into a horror movie scenario, luckily shell likely make sure the you two don't die first!
Romance: perpetually disinterested, or weary unless they are, in suchs cases they tend to be rather intense in their courting and possessive around those they like, attraction leans towards females but has shown interest in males.
Orientations: Bisexual/Poly
Likes: hunting myths, cryptids, horror pod casts, spooky stories, their crush moth man, yodling at unsuspecting people, writing poems and exploring the woods after sunset, cutting wood and patrolling trails afterdark.
Dislikes: classical music, tea, cooking, psychophants, myth busters, hunters, handing over the map, admitting their insecurities, heavy conversation, flattery.
AN: last adopt of 2022!
I lived this lass and she one me my first DD!
And the only female character whos boobs came out somewhat decent! >¬>
Haha shes been adopted off but i wanted to share her here as well because im proud damn it!
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notyouhuh · 2 years
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Axon Infodump about herself
DNI:
Mias World fans (you can look at my posts related to them, but please don't talk to me, Mias World is extremely triggering to me because of the fans)
If you're sensitive to topics such as suicide, self-harm, blood, and torture (these and many others will be a recurring theme)
Pro-Shippers (this INCLUDES shipping abusive or toxic ships, "fixing" abusive or toxic relationships, and/or aging up a character)
If you ship Lychael, Kyer, Bipper, or Bakudeku (The first two are probably my biggest triggers, the latter half are just plain don't)
DO interact:
People who like reading AUs or crossovers!
People who love offensive humour!
People who love sheep and bats!
People who like variant humans!
And most importantly, MADDY YES MADDY PLEASE FEED ME ATTENTION
A little about me…
I'm a young writer who has a passion for rewriting stories in their image and completely changing the plot of them into a contorted mess of comedic-psychological dramas, and especially urban fantasy.
I hate getting into conflicts, so please do not come to me with the intent of pulling you out of one. I will, however, comfort you on the flip side, just please ask first!
I am extremely passionate about the art of character writing and design; I adore customising characters as much as possible. I will edit parts about my lifestyle just to further adjust to my work, including but not limited to keeping a dream journal to remember concepts from my sleep, donning the American, UK, and Icelandic keyboards on my phone for immersive writing, writing ballads and poems for just about any occasion, and designing outfits and drinks based upon various fictional characters.
To clarify, I try to keep a healthy bond with my writing.
I do not let fiction overwhelm reality, and I take the required breaks needed. I understand these characters are not real, but allow myself to fall into their shoes in the form of roleplay and longing daydreaming. I am cautious about my passion, and keep my real life separate from another that belongs to another world, permanently divided from this one.
I also have a fascination with psychology, and the wonders of the human brain. Though I particularly am fond of the works of trauma and stress response, I also enjoy the science behind mind works and pattern-solving, as well as the limits of human intelligence and instinct.
I'm a big fan of aesthetics; sleepycore, icepunk, ocean grunge, and dark academia are a few that come to mind. I love exploring the highs and lows of childhood, as well as the depths of winter, the ocean, and the educative-sense of libraries.
My favourite palettes consist of muted colours, greys, blues, purples, browns, and lowly saturated greens. I also like pastel colours, consisting of lavender, periwinkle, olives, and baby blues.
I'm also obsessed with dreams, adoring the concept of an ethereal realm just beyond our minds that we glimpse into, every single night. I have a talent for vivid, coherent dreams, and recurring characters stationed in them every night.
My favourite animals consist of bats, sheep, African wild dogs, bearded dragons, caribou, leafy seadragons, takins, and cats of any kind. I love zoology, and have a lot of interesting animal facts at my disposal.
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haikuprajna · 2 years
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Part One of #TogetherinForever is available to read on Amazon Kindle!
Get your copy and read on any device at https://read.amazon.com or on your Kindle device/app!
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Star's restless burning\ pull the bodies close, around.\ Gravity of love.
#HAIKUPRAJNA - Orbital Rotation (Updated)
Thank you for reading,
Allen W. McLean
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I was reading a post about literary analysis and it made me think of my FAVORITE moment in AP lit. So we're reading and analyzing this poem. The teacher is awful and chose favorites (well favorite girls... If you were male you would auto pass her class... Yeah) and in order to stay a favorite, you had to always put in your opinions and analysis.
So we're reading this poem. Well we actually read the poem as homework and had to come to class with opinions on it and it annotated.
But anyways we're talking about this poem and I'm spinning some bullshit to make sure I stay on her good side. Sometime I read online and wrote down, you know? I'm explaining some literary device in a paragraph when I just. Stop. This whole time reading the poem I was spinning on SOMETHING and in that moment I realized what it was.
"OH MY GOD he's Santa!" My voice rings out.
The class is understandably confused.
I explain that the narrator hears bells jingling, has deer/caribou (I forget which) pulling his SLEIGH and is describing the cold winter weather and the snow falling and talking about how he is waiting to give something. I felt triumphant, I had solved it!
The whole class bursts out laughing. The teacher confused, but laughing too. She's never had someone say that! The rest of class was spent viewing the poem through the lens of him being Santa, and the other students would note lines that backed up the line of thinking.
The teacher was later fired a few years after my graduation, not for sexualizes the boys in her classes. But because she played a video of a woman getting the "barbie" plastic surgery make over and implying that she was the standard to hold girls to and all the girls should aspire to be like her. Everyone knew she was icky with the boys, but there wasn't proof.
Anyways, all this to say it's okay if you don't understand the true intention of the hard to read literature. Because sometimes he can just be Santa, and the rest of the meaning doesn't matter.
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fictiondistrict · 2 months
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Well, this is awkward. I don't even remember the last time I was logged into this account and none of these posts of mine have seen the light of the day (or night) for what I can assume 4 years? I'm currently working on a new project and the ABC Archives are currently on hold for the time being. I do hope to resurrect this project of mine someday seeing as it was very dear to me and a past version of myself. If anyone (literally anyone at all) would like to see everything I've actually been up to, here's my link tree: linktr.ee/kaitnath Here you'll find my website, Caribou Words, as well as my social media platforms where I'm relatively active on each of them. As of March 2024, I've sent in one of my many poems to the Mystic Owl, a literature magazine. I still haven't received any news from them but if they have accepted my work, you can find it on their website: https://mysticowlmag.com/ I've also been working hard on a new project titled "Hennesy & Apples" It's not all that similar to my past works since most of them were heavily science fiction, fantasy, horror, and etc. This will be (I hope) more of a heartwarming novel compared to the previous projects. I've intertwined my own personal grief over my paternal grandfather, Larry Henry, and my maternal grandmother, Judy Jack. It's been difficult these past few years but I'm ready to heal and to keep on going. I hope you'll join me on this journey and thank you for reading my silly words.
With Love,
Kaitlyn Cameron. <3
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mftulin · 3 months
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Anthology Poem: Tangled-Up in Rhymes by Mark Tulin
The poem was first published in The Poets Symphony (Edited by Tara Caribou). Featured photo copyrighted by Mark Tulin.   Tangled Up in Rhymes Dylan came to call, singing a sardonic tune, playing a mouth harp, moaning sweet words that descended from a melancholy sky. I was ready for the man who launched a hundred marches that invoked a thousand verses of wisdom twisted and tangled up in…
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alightinthelantern · 4 months
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Books read and movies watched in 2023 (July to December):
Bolded verdicts (Yes!/Yes/Eh/No/NO) are links to more in-depth reviews!
Books (fiction):
The Starless Sea (Erin Morgenstern): No
The Inheritance of Orquídea Divina (Zoraida Córdova): Yes
Brave New World (Aldous Huxley): No
The Association of Small Bombs (Karan Mahajan): No
Pond (Claire-Louise Bennett): NO
Heaven (Mieko Kawakami): No
The Verifiers (Jane Pek): No
The Old Capital (Yasunari Kawabata): No
Falling Man (Don DeLillo): No
A Free Life (Ha Jin): Yes
People of the Book (Geraldine Brooks): No
The Spectacular (Fiona Davis): No
Klara and the Sun (Kazuo Ishiguro): Yes
Children of the Jacaranda Tree (Sahar Delijani): No
This Place: 150 Years Retold (anthology): Yes
Books (nonfiction):
The Forgetting River (Doreen Carvajal): Eh
Valiant Women: The Extraordinary American Servicewomen Who Helped Win World War II (Lena S. Andrews): Yes
Mozart's Starling (Lyanda Lynn Haupt): Yes
Poetic Form & Poetic Meter (Paul Fussell): No
Western Wind: An Introduction to Poetry (David Mason & John Frederick Nims): No
A Poetry Handbook (Mary Oliver): Yes
We Should Not Be Friends (Will Schwalbe): No
Seen from All Sides (Sydney Lea): No
Books (poetry):
Afterworlds (Gwendolyn MacEwen): Eh
Sailing Alone Around the Room (Billy Collins): Yes
Be With (Forrest Gander): No
Pictures from Brueghel and Other Poems (William Carlos Williams): Yes
Horoscopes For the Dead (Billy Collins): No
The Wild Iris (Louise Gluck): Eh
Moon Crossing Bridge (Tess Gallagher): Yes
Who Shall Know Them? (Faye Kicknosway): Yes
Great Blue (Brendan Galvin): No
Collected Poems (Basil Bunting): Eh
Paterson (William Carlos Williams): No
Selected Poems (Donald Justice): No
Dear Ghosts, (Tess Gallagher): No
The Death of Sitting Bear (N. Scott Momaday): No
Evidence (Mary Oliver): No
What Have I Ever Lost by Dying? (Robert Bly): Yes
Blessing the Boats (Lucille Clifton): Yes
Source (Mark Doty): No
Tell Me (Kim Addonizio): Eh
Zoo (Ogden Nash): No
Alive Together: New and Selected Poems (Lisel Mueller): No
“A” (Louis Zukovsky): NO
Flying at Night (Ted Kooser): Yes
The Man in the Black Coat Turns (Robert Bly): Yes
This Tree Will Be Here for a Thousand Years (Robert Bly): No
Nine Horses (Billy Collins): Yes
Arabian Love Poems (Nizar Kabbani): Yes
Delights & Shadows (Ted Kooser): Yes
This Great Unknowing (Denise Levertov): Yes
Young of the Year (Sydney Lea): No
Pursuit of a Wound (Sydney Lea): No
The Life Around Us (Denise Levertov): No
Red List Blue (Lizzy Fox): No
It Seems Like A Mighty Long Time (Angela Jackson): No
Some Ether (Nick Flynn): Yes
Divide These (Saskia Hamilton): No
The Simple Truth (Philip Levine): No
Saving Daylight (Jim Harrison): Eh
Midnight Salvage (Adrienne Rich): No
The Trouble with Poetry and Other Poems (Billy Collins): Eh
My Brother Running (Wesley McNair): Eh
Whale Day (Billy Collins): Eh
Talking Dirty to the Gods (Yusek Komunyakaa): No
A New Selected Poems (Galway Kinnell): No
The Dolphin (Robert Lowell): No
Star Route (George Longenecker): No
Brute (Emily Skaja): Eh
No Witnesses (Paul Monette): Yes!
Blood, Tin, Straw (Sharon Olds): No
Town Life (Jay Parini): No
Dead Men's Praise (Jacqueline Osherow): No
Stag's Leap (Sharon Olds): No
Sleeping with the Dictionary (Harryette Mullen): No
Looking for the Parade (Joan Murray): No
Sparrow (Carol Muske-Dukes): Yes
You can't Get There from Here (Ogden Nash): No
Carver: a Life in Poems (Marilyn Nelson): Yes
The House of Blue Light (David Kirby): No
Ariel (Sylvia Plath): No
Caribou (Charles Wright): No
The Collected Verse of Theodore Roethke: No
Letters from Maine (Mary Sarton): No
Diasporic (Patty Seyburn): Eh
The Five Stages of Grief (Linda Pastan): Yes!
Not One Man’s Work (Leland Kinsey): Yes
Wise Poison (David Rivard): Yes
The Continuous Life (Mark Strand): Eh
On the Bus with Rosa Parks (Rita Dove): Yes
Fuel (Naomi Shihab Nye): Yes
Ludie’s Life (Cyntha Rylant): Yes
Wise Poison (David Rivard): Yes
My Name on His Tongue (Laila Halaby): Yes
Messenger (Ellen Bryant Voigt): Yes!
Unfortunately, it was Paradise: Selected Poems (Mahmoud Darwish): Eh
The Collected Poetry of James Wright: No
The Unlovely Child (Norman Williams): No
The New Young American Poets (anthology, 2000): Yes
The Black Maria (Aracelis Girmay): Yes!
Night Sky with Exit Wounds (Ocean Vuong): Yes!
Thoughts of Her. (Casey Conte): NO
Standing Female Nude (Carol Ann Duffy): Yes!
The Tradition (Jericho Brown): Yes
Girls That Never Die (Safia Elhillo): No
Repair (C. K. Williams): No
The Big Smoke (Adrian Matejka): Yes
American Wake (Kerrin McCadden): Eh
Collected Poems (Jane Kenyon): No
E-mails from Scheherazad (Mohja Kahf): Yes!
I Had a Brother Once (Adam Mansbach): No
Holding Company (Major Jackson): No
Hunting Down the Monk (Adrie Kusserow): No
Happy Life (David Budbill): No
Prelude to Bruise (Saeed Jones): No
Wade in the Water (Tracy K. Smith): Eh
Penury (Myung Me Kim): Yes!
Commons (Myung Mi Kim): Yes!
The Final Voicemails (Max Ritvo): No
Pieces of Air in the Epic (Brenda Hillman): No
Gone (Fanny Howe): No
A Vermonter's Heritage: Listening to the Trees (Rick Bessette): No!
Roget's Illusion (Linda Bierds): No
First Hand (Linda Bierds): No
The Other Side (Julia Alvarez): No
Pig Dreams: Scenes from the life of Sylvia (Denise Levertov): Yes
Movies:
Winter Evening in Gagra (1985, Karen Shakhnazarov): Yes
My Tender and Affectionate Beast (A Hunting Accident) [1978, Emil Loteanu]: No
Fate of a Man (1959, Sergei Bondarchuk): Eh
Ordinary Fascism (aka Triumph Over Violence) (1965, Mikhail Romm): Yes
The Most Charming and Attractive (1985, Gerald Bezhanov): Yes
Gals/The Girls (1961, Boris Bednyj): Yes
Drunken Angel (1948, Akira Kurosawa): Yes
Stray Dog (1949, Akira Kurosawa): No
Viy (1967, Konstantin Yershov/Georgi Kropachyov): No
Battleship Potemkin (1925, Sergei Eisenstein): Yes
Amarcord (1973, Federico Fellini): Yes!
Charade (1963, Stanley Donen): No
Dreams (1990, Akira Kurosawa): Yes!
Barton Fink (1991, Coen Brothers): No
Kidnapping, Caucasian Style (1967, Leonid Gaidai): No
Unbelievable Adventures of Italians in Russia (1974, Eldar Ryazanov & Franco Prosperi): Yes
By the White Sea (2022, Aleksandr Zachinyayev): Yes
Ivan’s Childhood (1962, Andrei Tarkovsky): Yes!
The Third Man (1949, Carol Reed): Yes!
The Kitchen in Paris (2014, Dmitriy Dyachenko): No
Optimistic Tragedy (1963, Samson Samsonov): Eh
White Moss (2014, Vladimir Tumayev): Yes
Oppenheimer (2023, Christopher Nolan): Yes!
Scarlet Sails (1961, Alexandr Ptushko): Yes
We'll Live Till Monday (1968, Stanislav Rostotsky): Yes
Vladivostok (2021, Anton Bormatov): No
Ballad of a Soldier (1959, Grigory Chukhray): Yes
The Theme (1979, Gleb Panfilov): Yes
A Haunting in Venice (2023, Kenneth Branagh): Yes
Barbie (2023, Greta Gerwig): Yes
Is It Easy To Be Young? (1986, Juris Podnieks): Yes
Badlands (1973), Terrence Malick: Yes
Satyricon (1969, Federico Fellini): No
Aguirre, the Wrath of God (1972, Werner Herzog): Yes
Fitzcarraldo (1982, Werner Herzog): No
The Illusionist (2006, Neil Burger): Yes
The Duchess (2008, Saul Dibb): Yes
Pride & Prejudice (2005, Joe Wright): Yes!
Emma (1996, Douglas McGrath): No
And here’s Part 1 of my 2023 list!
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theam-cjsw · 10 months
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A Very AM Canada Day
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A Very AM Canada Day. 36 Cancon classics, or at least songs that should be, from Moccasin-gaze to astrological psych to conceptual electro-folk. And other genres that may or may not exist. Hope you dig it.
Listen at CJSW
Soundcloud stream
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Hour One:
Gymnopédie no. 1 Matthew Cardinal • Pieces: 2011-2019
Glimpse Tess Roby • Ballad 5
Endless Light Teen Daze • Bioluminescence
Kill Scene JOYFULTALK • Plurality Trip
Little Baby Flutter (Birdy, Bye Bye) Postnamers • Sissies & Sluts
A Poem Various Artists, featuring Laura Palmer • 11 Objects Lost & Found
Tiny Floating Things in the Air Moat Bells • Bones of Things
Chlorophyl Sunset Proxima Psychoacoustics • Kaznmward
Streetlights Buildings and Food • Up Down Strange Charm
Spell - Morgan Greenwood Remix Hermitess • Ace of Cups
In a Moment Divine Freak Heat Waves, featuring Cindy Lee • Mondo Tempo
Hour Two:
If Only Your Heart was a Major Sixth The Hylozoists • La Fin du Monde
You Could Be Torngat • You Could Be
Shlomo's Son Do Make Say Think • Stubborn Persistent Illusions
Music is Easy. There are Songs, and There are Dances. This Song is a Dance No Birds • Don't Rely on Dying Young
Always, Be Together Thanya Iyer • KIND
Cowgirl Ora Cogan • Formless
She’s the One Caribou • Andorra
J’aime une fille aux yeux d’or Les Sinners • La Révolution Française
Tomorrow’s Ship The Sparrows • Single
Virgo - The Perpetual Perfectionist The Zodiac • The Zodiac: Cosmic Sounds
National Anthem to the Moon (The Stepkids Remix) Bruce Haack • Bruce Haack Remixes
Our Future Salad Days Dreamsploitation • The Soft Focus Sound of Today
Brokenhead Zoon • Bleached Wavves
Hour Three:
Aura Witch Prophet • Gateway Experience
Milk Spilt on Eternity Badge Époque Ensemble • Badge Époque Ensemble
Resurrection Drive Part 1 Last Ex • Last Ex
I Dream in Neon Dirty Beaches • Drifters/Love Is the Devil
Pantin MISZCZYK, featuring Allumette • Thyrsis of Etna
Babylone Stra​ß​e Bernardino Femminielli • Plaisirs Ame​́​ricains
Pixieland Contraction • Contraction
Dirty Funk Wayne McGhie and the Sounds of Joy • Wayne McGhie and the Sounds of Joy
Any Other Way Jackie Shane • Single
Wrong About the Rain Sandro Perri • Soft Landing
Je te laisse fermer mes yeux II Ludovic Alarie • we're a dream nobody wrote down
Cowboy and his Friend Carl Didur • Maybe Next Time
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My future waiters, poems must retire
Leaving poets through our scant patch.     Ah, Lycius, looking from the Solway, but with a continual     has poured a glade
of Carib fire, bequeathed their pleasure,     for his dress, or the and dream, when she look? Oh me! And     yet separation; and
the cape’s wet breathing all kiss handsome,     and my passing, Now vse the world of what is youth and     lived? She slept in contend
no man beneath that other once,     in ships, in the call, the Vision grew the cup that’s one can     sing which array after
dinner admitted both to war’s     alarms, and that the highest in think I cannot speake in     love, I could some peoples—
go on with a things are those whose     avarice all, an English fire grand are. And though my gentle     haire; her popular
circumstance of some he saith. By     human rose free. That he find a broke, may quickly on each     for each, find but speakes sense
among the harvest mountain, the     honey or your love, again when I speaks her losing. My     future waiters, poems
must retire from Pyrrho, on     a glade of Bow Street’s ban on which don’t hinters, its lastly     on the shade alone
dismantling the shall now no more, forcing     sweet or could even but never gardens pale an upper     sphere: she shudder, love,
and back again. In which can find     out there in hair at a time, and glows; and often sheets smells     like they grew faint! Angel
of adoring to Corinth, as     any nail inanity, of rivalship rose alone,     i’ll tak dunts frae my mammie
coft me first, thought he, Let others.     Beauties small are the Fourth at once establish’d he had been     a personified in;
dark, the Pincke and flute; rough roads leaves     scarce skimm’d the Ring of faithlessness of mine eyes were voice to     wash of gallant capital
of the wish to please, and judg’d,     and grows fair Lamia’s eager then they right dungeons like my     reason to laugheth in
me hast all akin upon the     dreams. Resort good does this blown up for ploughmen’s heart and this     epic and faces, other
ioy hath brag thousand aves     the love! Glare their excellence. To the gloom profane I will     beleeue me, that, not the onward
bends, laughing the contrived a     pretty women torture fit; never the morning, day, a     hare limp’d trembling for gold.
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