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hedgehog-moss · 4 months ago
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One difficulty of rural life that I didn’t anticipate is being offered animals left and right. Kittens of course; you can’t stop at a farm to buy cheese without being offered a kitten or two. The guy ringing up my plants at the plant nursery asked if I would also be interested in a senior horse. I visited a llama farm two years ago and went home with a donkey and my mum was like ‘You never talked about getting a donkey, did you mean to get a donkey?’ of course not!! it was an accidental donkey. And today, for the second time (in six months) a neighbour (not the same one) offered me free baby goats. Again I had to say no. Is my will being tested? Like St Peter? I will deny the goats three times then hear the rooster crow? Jesus is a free baby goat?
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vashito · 3 months ago
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EST vs The BOSS that match last night was incredible
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whetstonefires · 5 months ago
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One of the most important lessons I ever learned about art was when I became a late addition to the editorial board for the literature part of my high school's lit/art magazine, which nobody ever read.
Because I realized after a couple of meetings that my moments of baffled distress during them were centering around a pattern of our votes electing by majority to reject most of the good, interesting stuff and agree to publish the very bland.
So I was looking around this room of people I mostly liked or respected if not both, trying to figure out what the fuck when there was no reasonable way of asking, until the day we by majority vote sent definitely the best thing submitted all year back pending 'revisions' which of course would not be made, because the poet would definitely either become demoralized or know for damn sure she was too good for our stupid journal. I have no idea which it was; it's a question of mindset, and the submissions were anonymous.
This good poem was rejected for two reasons, both of which were actually manifestations of it being good. One was that it had made a couple of the board uncomfortable--not by having any shocking subject material, mind, just by provoking emotions with unusual descriptive language and indirectness--and they'd transmitted that uneasiness throughout the group during discussion.
And the other, seized upon as an excuse in light of the first, was that by being complex in terms of both structure and notion it had drawn several of us in, interested enough to engage critically and respond in depth, and so we'd marked it up with lots of places we thought a word choice could have been a little stronger, a line break had been a little odd; ways we thought it could have been a more excellent version of the poem we perceived in it. None of them ways it was actually bad. Just places we felt it could have been better.
At the same meeting, we voted to accept a poem that was an utterly tepid rectangle of predictable nothing-in-particular, because no one could find anything in it to object to.
It wasn't good. It wasn't noticeably bad, either, though; it was one consistent level of mediocrity clear through, and thus no part of it stood out as a weakness, and therefore the committee found it more acceptable than the poem that was superior in every way, but which by being daring and interesting had left itself covered in vulnerable places.
The understanding I reached as a result of this experience was multi-layered and difficult to articulate, but the most important part, I think, to share is that the value and quality of a work are not, in fact, very well measured by how many negative things you can find to say about it.
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laevateine · 3 years ago
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FEH + pink  ♡
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whetstonefires · a month ago
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Like I know we've talked about how it's better if Batman doesn't reciprocate the Joker's arch-enemy fixation and is like 'genuinely please spontaneously drop dead so I can forget about you forever,' but the version I would really love to see is one where his actual archnemesis as far as he's concerned is like.
The Koch brothers, or suitably fictionalized equivalent.
Roughly the same amount of money he has to bring to the problem, being poured out with way fewer ethics about things like appropriate lobbying, just buying politicians outright & blocking all common-sense gun control legislation for decades. Enemy billionaires fighting him on the nature of their shared world.
Because the Joker's like. Sure, Batman hates him. He's dealt the Bat a lot of pain. He'd earned some hating after Barbara, never mind Jason.
But the Joker isn't nemesis material. Not really. Batman is about fighting the whole edifice of violent crime, every factor that leads to the situation of people shot to death in alleyways, the whole tower of it. And Joker has only ever been a symptom of the rot. He's not a cause.
And the thing is, Batman can never tell him. Not just because of his secret identity, since the gun control crusade is kind of distinctive--no. That's not why.
It's because if Batman told the Joker that the Kochs were his actual nemeses, there is an 85%+ chance that the Joker would then kill them.
He's got to look at the Joker, every time the damn clown targets him, capering away in his absurd quest to feel important, and think: I could weaponize you so easily.
If I told you about my actual arch-enemies in the right way, I could guarantee you'd kill them. Out of jealousy. Out of pride. To grandstand.
You'd think you were hurting me--taking advantage of my having let the information slip, making me responsible for the murder of people I hated, forcing me to wrack my conscience for it. You'd think it meant you got to make me live with being responsible for killing my archnemesis, and still be alive to watch. You'd think you'd won something. You'd never even know what I'd done.
You aren't a complicated machine, Joker. Unpredictable, sometimes, but not complicated. You point a direction and something sparks inside you, and violence comes out. Terribly simple. It would be easy. All I'd have to do is tell you the truth.
But I swore never to become the man holding the gun.
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psychicdonuts · 2 months ago
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into the woods
franz kafka “letters to friends, family, and editors” // unknown // the world to come (2020, dir. mona fastvold) //mary oliver "entering the kingdom” // colette “claudine getting married” // edvard munch “towards the forest”, 1897 // “the wolf’s eyelash” clarissa pinkola estés // wendell berry “stay home”
[ID: a collection of text and pictures.
Image 1: text that reads "I don’t feel particularly proud of myself. But when I walk alone in the woods or lie in the meadows, all is well. |"
Image 2: text that reads "In the company of flowers we know happiness. In the company of trees we are able to think."
Image 3: a picture of a large tree standing in the middle of a very dense and bright green wood.
Image 4: text that reads "In the stillness of the trees I am at home. (...)"
Image 5: text that reads "How beautiful the woods were. How soft the light."
Image 6: a picture of two figures, one painted white and red, the other black, who are embracing in front of a hastily sketched forest.
Image 7: text that reads "Go out in the woods, go out. If you don’t go out in the woods, nothing will ever happen and your life will never begin. / Go out in the woods, / go out. / Go out in the woods, / go out. / Go out in the woods, / go out
Image 8: text that reads "And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and fine my soul." /end of ID]
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colson-sixx · 2 years ago
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colson baker icons : he makes me so soft
reblog/like if you save!
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