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alchemisland · 6 months
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lunarpoetry · 2 years
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The Intruder
I watch through the window
frozen from the snow
peering in on where I thought I belonged
simply alone
the thoughts take over
my vision starts to blur
blocked by a hue
my eyesights gone blue
the anxiety taking over my brain
making me feel insane
making it impossible to talk to you
and I dont know what to do
I've always stood on the sidelines
been the friend who walked behind
the only thoughts on my mind
are the ones that aren't kind
and I don't know what to do
feeling like I intrude
on my own friend group.
- Lunar Poetry
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wickedzeevyln · 6 months
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Phases
The moon comes in phases.It is a proud pageant wearing the light of a star when it waxes,and sips the last dregs of admiration when it wanes, calling out to the wolves below for them to howl their praises.Like the moon, when her well runs dry of passion for summer, she aglow with eerie amber light to say that she prefers autumn for now,or like a guiding star dangling on the wires directing…
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misscrappy · 2 years
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That feminine urge this, masculine urge that ….
Yeah, okay , cool
But what about the Lunar urge to ritualistically disappear every couple of weeks ?
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starphenie · 3 months
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my nikki x genshin au design
class doodles + notes! i have thought about this deeply and extensively (the hour and half that is my programming lecture)
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the og design and a low detail bobo and kimi + my attempt at crossover worldbuilding (i am not a writer. i don’t think this makes any sense story wise. like i picked aeon as the archon for apple at first but he is so blue and water themed and i refuse to NOT make cloud the hydro nation but he is not from cloud. guess who’s not blue? desire. i think there are better fits for most of the archons i picked i just don’t know who.)
- everyone’s visions are based on vibes and colors
- nikki’s vision is fake because she’s the traveler it’s a fashion thing
- i have not played genshin impact since inazuma came out
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highly critical important footnote:
((characters whose appearances already translate well))
(into Genshin…)
((& that I remember))
aka i drew favs that i have committed to memory and gave them a vision that i think makes sense, doesn’t take a lot of thought bc they have sprites that are super ornamental compared to like nikki and kimi who def need redesigns lol
here is my list of characters + visions because sorting is fun, i might update this periodically
anemo: bobo, noah, royce, mercury, shade, bai yongxi
geo: nikki, yvette, orlando, loen
pyro: zoey, zhu yuxian, mela, ozeca, lilith, qin yi, cesare, peachy
cryo: agata, louie, neva, kimi
hydro: lunar, aeon, marina, ming shuiyuan, vulture, chloris
dendro: nanari
electro: ace, elle, ai, caprico, sofia, grey raven
- pretty much all the elves fall under anemo or dendro, except for Evil Vampire Flame Sword Cesare, who is an outlier and should not be counted
- nidhogg reads geo to me but ozeca is pyro obviously and they could serve such overload slay he could be an electro wielder i see it. i just can’t pick <\3
- shade got his vision when he was flynn. hc that it doesn’t respond to him since he’s changed he just uses guns now. non magic ppl with a gun in magic universe are my favorite thing
- lilith qin yi and zhu yuxian need to stop burning down buildings
- a lot of characters are omitted actually because i can’t pick an element for them. but reid doesn’t get a vision he’s just some guy
some guys: reid, hiber, toto timi aron etc all the citizen npcs
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mournfulroses · 7 months
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Carlos Drummond de Andrade, tr. by Elizabeth Bishop, from "The Table,"
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derangedrhythms · 1 year
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Melissa Broder, from ‘Lunar Widow’
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tendaysofrain · 1 year
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“Three Poems for the End of the Year” (歲晚三首) Translation
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(Happy Spring Festival/Lunar New Year/Chinese New Year to all!  I thought this series of poems was a good introduction for certain traditions and customs surrounding the festival, so here they are, please enjoy!)
Three Poems for the End of the Year
By Su Shi (Song dynasty, 1062 AD, 11th century)
Exchanging gifts at the end of the year is called “gifting the year” (1); inviting others to feast together is called “sending off the year” (2); keeping vigil through the night of the eve is called “watching over the year” (3).  Such are the customs in Shu (4) (5).  Since I am now a government official in Qixia (6) and cannot return home at the end of the year, I am writing these three poems here for Ziyou (7).
Gifting the Year (1)
Each household’s harvest is now done, which will aid in the yearly event (8).
Worried about missing out on the festivities, people exchange presents freely.
The contents vary according to their place of origin, the poor gives little while the rich gives plenty.
An enormous carp lays across the plate, within the cage rests a pair of rabbits.
The wealthy displays extravagance, their embroidered silks glowing in lustrous hues.
The poor cannot afford the luxury, and opted for small gifts of pastries.
The official residence doesn’t have familiar faces, while the celebrations continued in the alleys.
I wish to celebrate with the customs of my hometown, yet there's nobody who will join me.
Sending Off the Year (2)
Faraway lives my old friend, reluctantly do we part.
Though people can return to visit, the years never will.
Where have the years gone?  To the ends of the earth.
Off chasing the east-flowing waters (9), and into the timeless seas.
The neighbor to the east has the well-aged wine, and the neighbor to the west owns the fattened pig.
All for a day’s festivity, to compensate for the melancholy of the ending old year.
But never be consumed while mourning this loss, lest you forgo the fresh new year.
If one looks back while moving forward, old age and infirmity shall catch up.
Watching Over the Year (3)
The year shall soon end, a long snake swimming towards the gloomy depths.
Its slender scales already half out of view, who can hide its intention to leave?
And if one wishes to tie up its tail, though diligent this is still in vain.
Trying their best to fight off sleep, children play merrily into the night.
Wishing the morning rooster won’t crow, my anxiety grows amid the urging of the geng drums (10) (11).
Sitting through the night whilst petals of ash drifts from the lamp (12), the Big Dipper already askew when I stand up.
Will the New Year be absent next year?  I fear what’s on my mind will be delayed again.
The youth who can cherish this singular night, their will and spirit are praiseworthy indeed.
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Notes:
“Gifting the Year”/饋歲/馈岁:  refers to the custom of exchanging gifts at the end of the year.
“Sending Off the Year”/別歲/别岁:  refers to the custom of feasting on the 29th day of the Twelfth month in order to “bid farewell to the old year”.
“Watching Over the Year”/守歲/守岁:  refers to the custom of staying up through the entire night of the eve and the early hours of the first day of the new year; lamps and candles are also kept on or lit through the night so the light can rid the residence of all evil, pestilence, and illness in preparation for the new year.
Shu/蜀:  name of a region; the archaic name of the region known today as Sichuan/四川.
The first two sentences in Su Shi’s introduction here are a direct reference to the records of New Year’s customs from the Jin dynasty (266 - 420 AD) book 《風土記》 by Zhou Chu/周處/周处.  In fact, Su Shi’s description here is a paraphrase of the same information in 《風土記》:  ”蜀之風俗,晚歲相與餽問,謂之餽歲。酒食相邀為別歲。至除夕,達旦不眠,謂之守歲”.
Qixia/岐下:  refers to the foot of the Qishan/岐山 mountain in Shaanxi province/陕西省 today.
Ziyou/子由:  courtesy name of Su Shi’s younger brother Su Zhe/蘇轍, the recipient of this letter.
Yearly event/歲事:  implies the New Year’s festival, colloquially called “passing the year” (Guonian/過年/过年 or Dusui/度歲/度岁) or “yearly festival” (Nianjie/年節/年节), now known more widely as “Spring Festival”/春节 (this name came about in 1914 from an official document), “Lunar New Year”/农历新年, or “Chinese New Year”.
East-flowing waters:  a common Chinese literary motif that refers to the passage of time; this is because both Yangzi River and Yellow River flow eastwards.
Geng drum:  a drum carried by night watchers, called Gengfu/更夫; gengfu will sound the drum every Shichen/時辰/时辰 (1 shichen = 2 hours) during the night while he is patrolling the streets and on the look out for potential dangers like fires or robbers.
It should be noted that in the old times, age is calculated as “1 year old” at birth, and increases by 1 every New Year’s festival (the resulting age number from this traditional age calculation method is now called Xusui/虛歲/虚岁).  This is reflected in the character sui/歲/岁, which means both “age” and “year”.  This also means that in the old times, everyone has a birthdate, but there are no annual “birthdays”.  Now we can understand Su Shi’s anxiety while waiting for the old year to end:  he will be considered “1 year older” after the eve ends, which reminds him that he’s aging.
Petals of ash:  refers to the ash left by the burning candle wick.
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Original Text (Traditional Chinese):
《 歲晚三首 》
[宋]  蘇軾
歲晚相與餽問為“餽歲”;酒食相邀呼為“別歲”;至除夜達旦不眠為“守歲”。蜀之風俗如是。餘官於岐下,歲暮思歸而不可得,故為此三詩以寄子由。
《 饋歲 》
農功各已收,歲事得相佐。
為歡恐無及,假物不論貨。
山川隨出產,貧富稱小大。
置盤巨鯉橫,發籠雙兔卧。
富人事華靡,彩繡光翻座。
貧者愧不能,微摯出舂磨。
官居故人少,里巷佳節過。
亦欲舉鄉風,獨唱無人和。
《 別歲 》
故人適千里,臨別尚遲遲。
人行猶可復,歲行那可追。
問歲安所之?遠在天一涯。
已逐東流水,赴海歸無時。
東鄰酒初熟,西舍彘亦肥。
且為一日歡,慰此窮年悲。
勿嗟舊歲別,行與新歲辭。
去去勿回顧,還君老與衰。
《 守歲 》
欲知垂盡歲,有似赴壑蛇。
修鱗半已沒,去意誰能遮。
況欲系其尾,雖勤知奈何。
兒童強不睡,相守夜歡譁。
晨雞且勿鳴,更鼓畏添撾。
坐久燈燼落,起看北斗斜。
明年豈無年,心事恐蹉跎。
努力盡今夕,少年猶可誇。
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diana-andraste · 1 month
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Against my thigh Touch of infinitesimal motion Scarcely perceptible Undulation Warmth moisture
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Death Life I am knowing All about Unfolding
Mina Loy, from Parturition
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offstage-euthymia · 9 months
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Murder moon.
Winds blow as moonrise touches the ground with it's murder smile
Shining upon the ground, blinding the starlight
With it's height and might it rises the seas
And the waves clash upon the surface of the scaurs
Makes permanent scars with corrosion
Stones to pebbles, pebbles to sand.
Erosion of lunar lunatics
Poison light demonizing the city Zen
And it's citizens crawl out and scream and fight.
I guess that comes only in the night
Murder smile.
Lunar fine dine.
As tides change and moon cycle derange
As light show comes and goes
And wind blows.
Repeating and everchanging love.
By Marko Tivanovac
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iamneosoul · 2 months
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lunarpoetry · 2 years
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Unrequited
this is the part where I tell you
that I don't love you anymore
this is where I go to lie
about at least a hundred times
just because I don't want
to have to say goodbye
- Lunar Poetry
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suspiro-desafinado · 4 months
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-Yobana Lemm
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golden-letters · 4 months
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happy lunar new year
my mum saw me cry and she kept asking me what happened
how do i tell her nothing did. i just lost my airpods and lunar new years' coming and i need to clean my house and i can't find it in myself to do any of it, anything at all. nothing happened, everything just bursted out of me without warning and suddenly you caught me red-handed as tears fall. you accept i'm not talking and we go downstairs for a few drinks. im a kid and drank cider with 3.4% alcohol and you laughed, pouring korean takju into your glass, filling a chuen hup we've had since i was 2 with chocolates and pistachios.
i remember lunar new years as this exciting new start as a child, i would be so ecstatic to see my cousins again, finally. i would wear my red dress or qipao and bring a little purse for the hongbaos. i would beg you to do my nails or braid my hair so grandma could take a good look at her pretty little granddaughter, all dolled up. and now, not even a decade later, i'm crying on lunar new years eve, red puffy as i type. how do i tell you everything just bursted out of me without warning and i've been on auto-pilot for the last eight weeks, forcing myself to grab a toothbrush and a water bottle. how do i tell you i've been crying on a bus. how do i tell you i've never really been okay and everything's spilling out now.
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froggy-hop · 2 years
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Recommend me the most unhinged/unfiltered books about female rage against the world
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faridaspeare · 2 years
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The moon, always the moon,,
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