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blissfulalchemist · 6 months

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Which Hozier Song is Your OC

Hello I have come back from the abyss to of course do this uquiz. Thank you @corvosattano for tagging me. I tried to do as many ocs as I could manage (it ended up being 12 so my bad) and then included a lyric that I felt related to the oc(s) so apologies for the length. Sending tags out to @belorage @florbelles @unholymilf @adelaidedrubman @heroofpenamstan @confidentandgood @strafethesesinners @deputyash @leviiackrman @jackiesarch @shallow-gravy @shellibisshe and uh anyone else that wants to!

Anthea (ffxiv/bg3)

Wasteland, Baby! it's the end of the world, but the beginning of something that will outlive us all. you might like my tag #growing through solastalgia on tumblr. just because the world is falling apart doesn't mean we can't find peace.

"And the day that we'll watch the death of the sun/That the cloud and the cold and those jeans you have on/Then you'll gaze unafraid as they sob from the city roofs"

Catlina Rojas, Carly (fc5, bloodlines/ffxiv)

NFWMB oh, it is a privilege to be loved by you. you'd break the world for the person you love. we all want a love like that, i think. we all want such utter devotion. save it for someone who deserves it, though, because not everyone does.

"If I was born as a blackthorn tree/I'd wanna be felled by you/Held by you/Fuel the pyre of your enemies"

Siberite Akagane (ffxiv)

Abstract (Psychopomp) i mean, the world is so broken. and yet it's so beautiful it makes you want to cry. what can you even do with a feeling like this?

"Darling, there's a part of me/I'm afraid will always be/Trapped within an abstract from a moment of my life/The weeds up through the concrete/The traffic picking up speed/All my love and terror/Balanced there between those eyes"

Demos Reyes, Conner Enache (ffxiv, bloodlines/ffxiv)

Would That I morning dew, shifting grass, foxglove growing by an old fence post. woods, thick and old. and then: the joyful spark of a flame. i hope you get to lie down in a dewy field sometime soon.

"True that I saw her hair like the branch of a tree/A willow dancing on air before covering me/Under cotton and calicoes/Over canopy dapple long ago"

Sahar Mahin (m*rvel)

Francesca "i would do it again." honestly this song changed my life. i hope the people you love are worth suffering for.

"Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah/If I could hold you for a minute/Darling, I'd go through it again, ah, ah/I would still be surprised I could find you, darling/In any life"

Stasia (bloodlines/ffxiv)

Eat Your Young you have strong feelings about the state of the world. i like your passion. plus, you know how to boogie to songs that would disturb your grandma if she listened to the lyrics too closely, which is always a plus. is cannibalism a red flag?

"Honey, I'm making sure the table's made/We can celebrate the good that we've done/I won't lie, if there's something still to take/There is ground to break, whatever's still to come"

Azatae (dnd/bg3)

It Will Come Back why is it so hard to stay away? you might have a tendency to get addicted. and it makes sense. if you've always been starving, then any scraps look like a feast. but you really do deserve better than this. i hope you treat yourself with kindness.

"I know who I am when I'm alone/I'm something else when I see you/You don't understand, you should never know/How easy you are to need"

HK (dnd/bg3)

Work Song i wrote a poem about this one once! devotion and the way it crushes you. the way it saves you. sometimes the only thing that can save your life is having someone to live for. and sometimes when you've found that person you would do impossible things to stay by their side. i like the way no grave can hold your body down. it's neat.

"I didn't care much how long I lived/But I swear I thought I dreamed her/She never asked me once about the wrong I did"

Chance Ruicknar (fc5)

From Eden you might like the game slither.io. also, you're a bop. have you seen Good Omens? there's this snake demon you might really enjoy.

"Babe/There's something lonesome about you/Something so wholesome about you/Get closer to me/No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony/No 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me"

Lizette Rojas (fc5)

In a Week have you ever thought about the fact that you have to kill other things in order to keep yourself alive? whether plant, animal, bacteria, or fungus, you're always killing things in order to eat. and in return, when you die, they'll get to eat you. the feast has begun.

"I have never known peace/Like the damp grass that yields to me/I have never known hunger/Like these insects that feast on me/A thousand teeth/And yours among them, I know"

#head still buzzing from seeing him live just a week ago so i am just !!!!!#but anyway the kids got some good good government assigned hozier songs #Shout out to Cat and Carly getting the same result so proud of soft tiny girl #Liz is interesting but you know what considering what could have happened if mom and dad hadn't shown up.....its fair #every time thea gets something about the end of the world i just :'))) because wow that really impacted you didnt it baby girl #tag games

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no-where-new-hero · 8 months

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I very rarely post my music interests (mostly because hhhhh during the past year it had been exclusively kpop brainrot) BUT I just finished listening through Hozier's Unreal Unearth and the Little Bespectacled Owl in my brain has thoughts!

Basically, it comes across as Hozier's most varied and tonally rich album to date. He has obviously illustrated range in the past--I sometimes can't believe the man who wrote "In the Woods Somewhere" wrote "Cherry Wine" and wrote "Dinner and Diatribes"--but on the level of production value and sonic qualities, I think he outdid himself this time.

I'm the kind of listener to find my favorite songs in an album and then make them my entire personality, so this won't be a comprehensive review, but four tracks stood out for me the most:

It's the juxtaposition of the moment in a rainy street with the sudden eternity of death that does it for me. The music itself also hearkens back to a 2000s Coldplay sound, and since I weaned on that music, I enjoy any modern artist who can recapture some of that effect, though of course Hozier is able to turn it into a poem.

Of course this one was gonna get me as a diaspora girlie. It's a dirge for a language lost as well as a promise that, even broken, a culture and a world will continue to survive. Cried on first listen, will cry again.

What can I say? Icarus will never die as long as people yearn for the unattainable.

This one worked for me on a craft level because I am always so satisfied when an artist can end an album on the pitch-perfect note of hope while also acknowledging the excruciating journey he brought you on.

#hozier #andrew hozier byrne #unreal unearth #sing a song of sixpence #<- happy with that as a new music tag #Spotify

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orionlancasterr · 6 months

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Which Hozier song is your oc?

I was tagged by @adelaidedrubman :))

Judas

Abstract (Psychopomp)

i mean, the world is so broken. and yet it's so beautiful it makes you want to cry. what can you even do with a feeling like this?

So real tbh, Judas is the motherfucker locked in a cage and still seeing beauty in the birds migrating overhead.

Skunk

Work Song

i wrote a poem about this one once! devotion and the way it crushes you. the way it saves you. sometimes the only thing that can save your life is having someone to live for. and sometimes when you've found that person you would do impossible things to stay by their side. i like the way no grave can hold your body down. it's neat.

REAL something about skunk and Saturn is sooo Hozier coded. Work song is also for sure on the playlist because of them.

Saturn

Take Me to Church

ah, religious trauma. i feel you. but i think you're really brave to try to find something real, even if it doesn't look like what your family thinks it should. also, you have the sexiest song of them all, so uh. good for you ;)

I knew this one before I even started the quiz. What else would Saturns Hozier song be? It’s take me to church all the way down.

#I’m not gonna tag anyone but please do it if you’d like! and tag me if you do I love reading them

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epiphanytear · 7 months

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Tagged by the lovely @cordiallyfuturedwight to shuffle my music and post the first 10 songs 💜

Love Myself - Hailee Steinfeld

Abstract (Psychopomp) - Hozier

I Need U (Remix) - BTS

Chiquitita - ABBA

Love Poem - IU

BTS Cypher Pt. 1 - BTS

Don’t (ft. RM) - eAeon

For You - BTS

Super Board - Stray Kids

Over The Hills and Far Away - Nightwish

Tagging (if you wanna) @aprylynn @caroldamn-vers @edenial @fireworksgalaxy @jooheons @jiminsproof

#tag game #get to know epiphany

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apptowonder · 4 years

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On the Inherent Chaotic Queer Energy of “Cats” (No, Really)

In Which the Author Relates His Early Affinity For the Musical Cats, And Meditates in Rapt Contemplation On Its Effect On His Own Queer Coming of Age.

Ok, I’ll drop the Eliotian/Victorian pretense. But in all seriousness, this is going to be a long ramble on the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical Cats, because I saw the recording of the 1998 Broadway performance again for the first time in probably 14 years and it made me Feel Feelings (tm). Plus a comrade of mine expressed similar enthusiasm and it inspired me.

I -- First Viewing

When I was 10 or 11 years old, for a brief period after seeing Cats for the first time at a local dinner theater production, I was enamored in ways I couldn’t put into words. I was not, and have not really ever been a theater queer. I did a few plays up through high school, and stopped doing theater in college when I lost interest and found out it would take time away from gospel choir. But there was something about the way these characters moved, the charisma they carried themselves with that stuck with me. Unlike some of my queer friends, I don’t have the sense that “I always knew” I liked boys as well as other genders. As a tween, I felt very aloof from romantic interest except for one long-lasting crush on a girl in 5th grade that lasted through middle school. But as I continue to look back, I do think I felt a certain stirring in my gut for certain charismatic male figures, almost like an imprinting. Early affection and crushes manifested in a desire to be like the attractive heroes I admired.

I wanted to be Mr Mistofelees, the Original Conjuring Cat. I also wanted to be Munkustrap, the unassuming but brave and suave narrator, unofficial leader of the Jellicle Tribe. Honorable mention goes to the Rum Tum Tugger, whose rock star persona definitely exudes bi energy, but he felt less approachable to me. In any case, though I didn’t realize it at the time, something was very queer about these cats.

II -- On the Naming of Cats -- Munkustrap

Why I felt drawn to this character is hard to sum up. He doesn’t have his own song, his name is only listed in the program. But he does have considerable stage time. Serving as the narrator and Master of Ceremonies for the Jellicle Ball, right-hand man to Old Deuteronomy, and the only cat willing to go toe to toe with Macavity, he had a certain gravitas that I found compelling. He is humble, as I strive to be. Caring and protective of his family, but not overly aggressive. Confident, but not overbearing. He seemed that he would be the perfect gentle lover, someone who could take you to new and unexpected places but would also make sure that you were safe and loved.

On a deeper level, perhaps my identifying with this character was a kind of rehearsal for the years to come. Munkustrap served as both the boy I wanted to meet and the boy I wanted to be. When I came out and became invested in queer community and queer Christian community especially, I found myself slowly falling into the role of psychopomp and threshold guardian for some of my gayby Christian friends who were either newly coming out or newly trying to reconcile their faith and sexuality. I would direct them to apologetics resources, but I think my greater strength was in being a kind of MC who would invite them into a new queer reality, a celebration of the richness of life and a vision of the vastness of both theology and queer vibrancy. In a sense, I invited them to a Jellicle ball.* I would invite them to dance beneath the moon of our shared experience, and show to them that far from being incomplete or broken, they had their own power and beauty, were possessed of “Terpsichorean powers” which would serve as a mysterious gift to the wider world.

The first boy I dated was a Munkustrap. Gentle, but fun-loving. Willing to meet me where I was, but also encouraging me to new heights of intimacy, feeling and adventure. Though we eventually parted ways, we remained good friends, and I will be forever grateful to him for leading me from an abstract appreciation of my queerness to a deeply embodied possession of it that I can now live out for the glory of God and the good of humanity, like a cat has a deep embodied possession of its third and secret name.

III -- On the Naming of Cats -- Mr. Mistoffelees

“Oh, well I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees?”

Coming in at the eleventh hour to save the day, Mr. Mistoffelees employs his magical powers to rescue Old Deuteronomy when all other help fails. In the production I saw, he literally flies down onto the stage (on a wire) and proceeds to produce phantasmagorical phenomena and easily conjures up the kidnapped patriarch of the Jellicle Tribe from the place he’s been sequestered. He is flashy, elegant, flamboyant, coy, “aloof” but always fun-loving. Perhaps more importantly, in all the performances I’ve seen, he seems elegantly attuned to some deeper sixth sense. Beneath the playful surface is a deep power that manifests in impressive ways. The show relays his power through the metaphor of stage magic, but to me he also seemed to have a touch of something mystical, spiritual. I felt both awe and affection for that sensitive attunement, and how it was packaged in such a playful personality.

In my own life as queer clergy, I have sought to develop that kind of attunement. Though spirituality is a bit slower and more messy than conjuring, I have received compliments from colleagues queer and straight that I often speak the exact right prayer for the needs of a given moment. I write poems and try to breathe new life into the life-giving stories of my spiritual tradition, my life and the lives of my queer tribes. I’m always eager to come up with an impromptu liturgical service when circumstance dictates, and I draw on vocabulary from the saints and mystics as well as my own love of language and poetry. Playfulness is, to me, a spiritual virtue, and I love to offer inspiring surprises from the depths of the wisdom I have inherited from those who have gone before. When friends (especially queer Christian friends) are stuck in demoralizing binaries and limited horizons of purity culture, toxic theology, or other spiritual burdens, I will often pull a shimmering anecdote from the lives of the saints, or an ancient word of curiosity that opens up a new way of seeing the world. In a way, I’m pulling kittens out of hats.

Ironically but also fittingly, when I kept my queerness under wraps, my poetry was vivid but strained. Overwrought, often melancholy but rarely insightful. And I would pray when someone asked me to, but it generally consisted of generic requests that didn’t really mean much to me. I had to become fabulous and be willing to be in touch with the queer wonder of both my loves and my experiences before I began to really tap into that spiritual current that I am still learning how to channel for the life of the world. I’m still a beginner, and in my day to day life I’m fairly quiet and introspective. Aloof, perhaps. But I feel that my openness to queer joy, queer eros and queer vibrancy have begun to throw open a way to my own wholeness and the invigorating and revival of many of my communities. I don’t do this alone, and I am still learning from my many queer elders and forerunners. As I study and practice and bring forth vision, I continue to learn “from Mr. Mistofelees’ conjuring turn.”

At Pride a year or two ago, I met a Mr. Mistofelees of sorts. A pagan boy, playful and flashy, with a golden voice. He ended up being a bit too flighty for me, but he helped me find a bit more of my flamboyant side by getting me to do karaoke, and introducing me to the queer night life in a new city. In our own separate ways, we both helped each other I think be deeper attuned to that electric queer energy that flows into creativity, presence, wonder and resilience like lightning flows from Mistofelees’ fingertips. We pranced about our respective stages and conjured beauty for one another.

IV -- Memory (Some Thoughts on the Queerness of the Musical, and Some Final Reflections)

And what of the musical as a whole. What is it about Cats that struck such a chord with my very young queer self, and still does?

To me, it has an energy to it that resonates very deeply with queer experience. It delights in elevated pageantry, but it takes its own internal logic and way of being seriously. There is something about the mystery and spectacle of it that feels like a queer way of being. Despite the charge leveled against us by demagogues and queerphobes that we’re simply decadent, queer experience to me has always been about experiencing a heightened sense of reality, be that in adventure, sensuality, joy, beauty, celebration or pleasure. As the meme goes, before you say we’re too much, ask yourself, are you even enough?

Furthermore, the show is sensual and embodied in a way that many more conventional Broadway musicals aren’t. It delights in being just a little bit bawdy, while at the same time showcasing an excellence in the choreography and visuals that requires a good deal of skill and physical effort. In coming out and coming to know queer community, I began to listen better to my body and to be more comfortable in my own skin. To delight in the magic of touch and sensory beauty.

Finally, the sensuousness that undergirds the show also displays a very free flowing romantic and affectional subtext between different characters. Two cats may flirt or make eyes at each other, but there’s no expectation that they might not also catch the eye of a completely different cat in the next scene. They perform with a subtle erotic undertone that suggests both tenderness and hedonism, but all in the context of a tight-knit community that cares for its own. The fanfiction community for Cats presents a rainbow of different romantic pairings for various characters, and the lack of consensus as to which ones are “canon” speaks to the show’s affectational fluidity and dynamism.

In the end, the Jellicle cats all present a world within the everyday that is deeply queer and fluid, a “thin space” where personalities are larger than life and anything is possible. In this gay and mystifying romp, I was moved to a consideration in the years since I saw it of my own “secret names” as a future queer seminarian and priest (though I didn’t know it then). While it may seem bewildering to some, I continue to cherish it as a tribute to the great mysteries of queer existence, love and community. And that’s how you address us cats.

*Props to my comrade for extending on and fleshing out this metaphor in his blog post.

#cats #theology #queer theology #andrew lloyd webber #musicals #theology of media #theology of theater #biography #church #history #mister mistoffelees #munkustrap #rum tum tugger

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drjacquescoulardeau · 7 years

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Benjamin BRITTEN soon @ Théâtres du Monde n° 27 (2017)

http://www.theatresdumonde.com/mn_revue.html

The article will be published in French some time in April (32 pages) under the following title:

Jacques COULARDEAU ------------------------------------------- p. 155

Benjamin Britten. L’étranger, l’enfant et la mort dans ses opéras

You will find all the reading and research notes IN ENGLISH, opera by opera in the following file of some 140 pages.

I am pretty sure opera lovers, Benjamin Britten enthusiasts and music lovers will enjoy following, in chronological order, the building of a whole temple dedicated to the figure of the estranged man, rarely estranged woman, confronted to a child, most of the times a boy, at times a boy and a girl and how these children are confronted to death, real sad death that is anything but natural; but also the death that comes as sinister fate, as war and an obsessive and recurrent Jewish reference, be it Biblical or be it 1939 and Bertold Brecht’s visionary poem on the extermination of children, and first of all the Jewish child on the decision of a Nazi judge.

You will of course love and enjoy over and over again Thomas Mann’s Death in Venice, that poignant story of an old man seeing his end coming and falling in love with a young teenager he will not speak to, he will not touch nor approach in any way, contemplating in him his possible descent, his possible heritage, his possible continuation in his search for beauty, the formal architecture of beauty that is so mesmerizing when met in pure mental and spiritual expectation to survive in it because beauty will survive his own departure.

Death becomes an offering to God and life in this empathetic search for fulfillment.

Dr. Jacques COULARDEAU

Benjamin BRITTEN & Jacques COULARDEAU

@Academia.edu

@slideshare.net

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Britten'sOperasSurvivalPsychopompDeath

https://www.academia.edu/30240729/BrittensOperasSurvivalPsychopompDeath

Britten's Operas Love Rejection Death

http://www.slideshare.net/JacquesCoulardeau/brittens-operas-love-rejection-death

Published on Dec 4, 2016

TABLE OF CONTENTS

0. Introduction p. 2

1. Paul Bunyan 1941-1976 p. 5

2. Peter Grimes 1945 p. 13

3. Rape of Lucretia 1946 p. 18

4. Albert Herring 1947 p. 23

5. Saint Nicolas 1948 p. 30

6. The Little Sweep 1949 p. 33

7. Billy Budd 1951 p. 39

8. Canticle II: Abraham and Isaac 1952 p. 43

9. Gloriana 1953 p. 45

10. Turn of the Screw 1954 p. 51

11. Prince of Pagodas 1957 p. 74

12. Noye’s Fludde 1958 p. 75

13. Midsummer Night’s Dream 1960 p. 79

14. War Requiem 1962 p. 92

15. Curlew River 1964 p. 104

16. Burning Fiery Furnace 1966 p. 109

17. The Golden Vanity 1966 p. 119

18. Prodigal Son 1968 p. 120

19. The Children’s Crusade 1969 p. 124

20. Owen Wingrave 1970 p. 126

21. Death in Venice 1973 p. 136

Research Interests:

Music

Music History

Jewish Studies

Death Studies

Children and Families

War Studies

Opera

Death and Burial (Archaeology)

Philosophy of Love

Ideologies of Motherhood

Masculinity, Fatherhood, Boys

Child Soldiers

Hebrew Bible/Old Testament

Psychopomps

and

ópera

The previous stages in that research for the curious minds among you

Jacques COULARDEAU & Benjamin BRITTEN at Academia.edu (60)

The Turn of the Screw, from James to Britten

https://www.academia.edu/s/6394c1fda3

https://www.academia.edu/27527052/The_Turn_of_the_Screw_from_James_to_Britten

Jacques Coulardeau at Academia.edu (55) BENJAMIN BRITTEN’S OPERAS

https://www.academia.edu/24239693/BENJAMIN_BRITTEN_S_OPERAS

Abstract:

BENJAMIN BRITTEN’S OPERAS DEATH – MARGINALITY – TRANSCENDANCE – LOVE DENIAL

Jacques Coulardeau & Paul Bunyan at Academia.edu (62) Paul Bunyan, from wilderness to consumer's society

https://www.academia.edu/27809566/Paul_Bunyan_from_wilderness_to_consumers_society

#opera #children #death #fate #aging artists #war

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