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havingapoemwithyou · 4 months
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against panic by Molly Fisk
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6peaches · 1 year
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Molly Fisk - Winter Sun
How valuable it is in these short days, threading through empty maple branches, the lacy-needled sugar pines.
Its glint off sheets of ice tells the story of Death’s brightness, her bitter cold.
We can make do with so little, just the hint of warmth, the slanted light.
The way we stand there, soaking in it, mittened fingers reaching.
And how carefully we gather what we can to offer later, in darkness, one body to another.
- Winter Sun by Molly Fisk
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grapeszn · 1 year
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Molly Fisk, from How To Love the World: Poems of Gratitude and Hope (2021) ed. James Crews, "Against Panic"
[Text ID: You recall those times, I know you do, when the sun / lifted its weight over a small rise to warm your face, / when a parched day finally broke open, real rain / sluicing down the sidewalk, rattling city maples / and you so sure the end was here, life a house of cards / tipped over, falling, hope's last breath extinguished / in a bitter wind. Oh friend, search your memory again — / beauty and relief are still there, only sleeping.]
(via grieftolight on IG)
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ocmerunaway · 1 year
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@kinktober2022 Day 30.  Kingpin shows Moll how perfect she is.
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I mean Fisk is picking this kid up from school, killing people who are mean to her and making her his protégé but....he never bothered to learn sign language so he wouldn't need an interpreter to talk to her?
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madamescarlette · 4 months
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NOVEMBER 2023 (I loved you completely, and you loved me the same. The rest is confetti.)
Louise Glück / Eli McMullen / Caitlyn Siehl / Cheryl Strayed / Guimi You / Molly Fisk / Sara Teasdale / Vahan Teryan / Madeleine Jubilee Saito / Mary Oliver / Marya Hornbacher / Zheng Wei Gu / Victor Frankl / Mine / Weyes Blood photographed by Neil Krug / Victoria Chung / Mine / Marie Howe / Marion Sonet / Rosanna Warren
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dizzymoods · 5 months
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idk man. taking the film on its face makes for a great cinematic experience; as a crime film it’s top notch. and for that i think the highs are taller than the lows are deep.
But the film’s politics epitomize the liberal “bearing witness to tragedy.” the film is about the wastefulness of colonial greed and i haven’t parsed thru if that theme was so well articulated that the film itself seems like a waste. idk if that’s the point.
The film depicts the banality of whiteness as violence, the matter-of-factness of genocide very well. And if you haven’t experienced that mundanity or haven’t seen movies that have already tackled it, i can see this film being an awakening of sorts. And I think there's value in that.
I dont have a problem with the film being from Ernest's perspective. I dont think thats indicative of Scorsese's whiteness lapsing his judgement. There's stuff in here about the white characters that arent simple. Whiteness is self-corroding and most "white people bad" movies from white filmmakers that ive seen are oblivious to this where scorsese isnt; as the most salient example of there being meat on the bones of this movie. There’s a moment when Hale seeing a newsreel about Tulsa and with just a look we understand just how far he will take things. But, at the same time, Ernest's stupidity seems absolvent on some level.
Where I think Scorsese's whiteness interceded is in the depiction of the Osage people. And his late career restraint doesnt help here. What for him might be subtlety reads to me as a re-articulation of the stoic indian. Mollie barely has interiority. There's a moment where the camera is from Mollie's perspective and after whipping around a crowd, it lands on Hale and I thought she's figured it out! and now the movie will begin in earnest. But, no.
There are scenes where the Osage have councils with stirring speeches and voice over moments. But nothing Osage is really dramatized, only the crimes, murders, and plots committed against them. There are scenes of tradition and customs that are filmed beautifully but they're accompanied by some sort of explanation or nod to the importance of a particular ceremony.
I think Christopher Cote sums up a lot of my feelings well.
Ultimately my problem is the narrative emphasis (not necessarily the narrative perspective). But meeting the film where it is, i have little complaints. For what it is, it's good.
My girl Thelma was clocked in, okay? Shes so deft at moving shit along while giving weight to each and every moment. The pacing is brisk but with a hefty gait. This is a rare skill.
Prieto has always been milquetoast to me but even he rises to the occasion here. Certain lighting set ups here go crazy. Theres an interesting texture to faces that feels fresh. The cranes feel like 40s backlot cranes which is so refreshing in the era of movement for movement sake. But, unless there's people in the frame, he shoots nature like the bucolic green hills on windows 95 or whatever. but he does Jack Fisk's interiors justice.
Acting is phenomenal. Lily is a standout, its a shame she had so little to chew on. She sucked the marrow out the bone of this role tho. Louis Cancelmi is wicked and steals his scenes. Tantoo Cardinal ate and her Lizzie was a highlight of mine; there's a gravity to her performance. One performance that idk how to feel about is DeNiro's. I think his performance embodies my feelings of the film actually. He plays evil entertainingly. As a performance its vibrant but i think its the wrong scenario idk idk idk
Scorsese made choices, regardless if i agree with them or not, and in this american climate it seems inconceivable that a director can even make a choice. You can see the contours of the craftsmanship. It's not regular phoned in, assembly line shit. And I think the film should be commended for that. There are moments that I think will stick with me for sure.The ending is one of the boldest ive seen in a minute. Not entirely convinced of its success but it stands out.
For me the movie is an interesting failure and i'd much rather that than it be a better made, safer movie. There's a lot to chew on thematically, artistically, and politically. It just needed a lot of chiropracty for me
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voicedwords · 9 months
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Even Rivers, Molly Fisk
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byneddiedingo · 2 months
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Leonardo DiCaprio and Lily Gladstone in Killers of the Flower Moon (Martin Scorsese, 2023)
Cast: Leonardo DiCaprio, Lily Gladstone, Robert De Niro, Jesse Plemons, Tantoo Cardinal, John Lithgow, Brendan Fraser, Cara Jade Myers, Jenae Collins, Jillian Dion, Jason Isbell, William Belleau, Louis Cancelmi, Scott Shepherd, Everett Waller, Talee Redcorn, Yancey Red Corn, Tatanka Means. Screenplay: Eric Roth, Martin Scorsese, based on a book by David Gran. Cinematography: Rodrigo Prieto. Production design: Jack Fisk. Film editing: Thelma Schoonmaker. Music: Robbie Robertson.
Like everyone who knows anything about movies, I admire Martin Scorsese. He's an acknowledged master storyteller, able to elicit fine performances and to find just the way to place and move the camera. But why does Killers of the Flower Moon, like so many of his films, leave me cold? The treatment of the indigenous people of this country will always be an urgent American subject, and Scorsese has found a story with vivid characters, both about the exploited and the exploiters. The film has sweep and texture, which is exactly what it needs. But the moment Leonardo DiCaprio appeared on screen, looking puffy and thick-headed in contrast to his usual bright, handsome persona, turning his mouth down at the corners so he looks a little like Robert De Niro, who plays his uncle, I felt something was off. He gives a good performance as the somewhat slow Ernest Burkhart, who is roped by his uncle William Hale into a scheme to defraud the newly oil-rich members of the Osage tribe of their money. But that's what it is: a performance. And when Jesse Plemons comes on screen as the federal agent investigating the scheme, I knew what was wrong: DiCaprio was originally slated to play the fed, which would have been consistent with his acting persona, but he asked Scorsese if he could play Burkhart instead, knowing that it was the more complex role. Scorsese yielded to the star who has been the lead in six of his films, starting with Gangs of New York (2002). So instead of feeling the urgency of the story, I felt I was watching an actor try out something new. Would Killers of the Flower Moon have been a better movie if, say, DiCaprio took the intended role and let Plemons play Burkhart, casting that would have been a better fit? I don't know, because the other thing about the movie that bothers me is more fundamental: It's a story told from the white man's point of view. All of the bad guys in the film are fully characterized, but of the Osage characters, only Mollie (Lily Gladstone), whose marriage to Burkhart sets the plot in motion, comes alive as a real person, thanks in large part to Gladstone's fine performance but also to Scorsese for giving the role substance. I kept wanting the Osages to break out of movie stereotypes of Native Americans -- the way, for example, the characters in the great TV series Reservoir Dogs did. Instead we get the usual victimization and swoony nature mysticism that afflict even well-meaning films dealing with indigenous people. Killers of the Flower Moon is often a very good movie, but something is lacking at its core. 
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hoard-apothecary · 1 year
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bolded - italics - tiny favoured - if close - trying out/uncertain
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for certain people only:
bf/raf: oliver, pixie
atari/wonder: fishy, feifei, vapoureon, yuyu,
molly: kitcat/kitkat
vax: (little) dove, butterfly
yasha: petals
wire: panty
apollo: sho (shoto)
crow: little light
joker: sugar
dick: baby bat
asra: little apprentice
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havingapoemwithyou · 2 months
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winter sun by Molly Fisk
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vincent-marie · 1 year
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"Stand Out" Molly Fiske. The new mascot for the Lowerton Lemurs.
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somewherebetweenrage · 9 months
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TEN FAVOURITE CHARACTERS FROM TEN DIFFERENT FANDOMS!
River Song: Doctor Who
Emma Frost: XMen (look you all know I love Erik, I wanted to pick someone different)
Peter Parker: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Arthur Shappey: Cabin Pressure
shit what other stuff have I read/seen
Peter B Parker: Into the Spiderverse
Garrus Vakarian: Mass Effect
Murtagh: Inheritance Cycle (the books, we don’t talk about the film)
Wilson Fisk: Defenders (not the same as marvel shush)
Eustace Scrubb: Chronicles of Narnia
Molly O’Sullivan: Doctor Who Expanded Universe (IT’S DIFFERENT SHHH)
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theo-files · 1 year
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okay so apparently i can't help myself and wanted to write my own supernatural x grimm fic and so its in the making! here's an except for all the nerds like me
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"Hey, Dean, I think I got one!" Sam yelled, getting Dean's attention from across the motel room.
"Dude," his brother's voice sounding muffled until he exited the bathroom, "I'm right here, there's no need to yell." Sam just rolled his eyes.
He pointed at the newspaper with a thoroughly chewed-on pencil, gesturing to an article titled, "Bizarre Death Baffles Local Police."
"What do we got?"
"Molly Fisk, went to a grief support group after her brother Lonnie died. Reportedly went home with a man named Andre. Next thing anyone knows, she's crushed under a bookshelf, and she's blinded."
"Blinded?" Dean asks, receiving a nod from Sam. "Where at?"
"Portland, Oregon."
"Then Portland, Oregon, it is."
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ocmerunaway · 1 year
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@lovetober22 Day 15. Kingpin and Moll talk about old friends, including one who looks slightly like a Scarecrow.
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ruknowhere · 1 year
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WINTER SUN
-Molly Fisk
How valuable it is in these short days,
threading through empty maple branches,
the lacy-needled sugar pines.
Its glint off sheets of ice tells the story
of Death’s brightness, her bitter cold.
We can make do with so little, just the hint
of warmth, the slanted light.
The way we stand there, soaking in it,
mittened fingers reaching.
And how carefully we gather what we can
to offer later, in darkness, one body to another.
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