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kingkangyohan · 2 years
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The Devil Judge's fic rec post - WIPs
I see some new activity in the fandom so, first of all, WELCOME, second I thought to share few fic titles. This time around are all ff that are still in progress, aka not completed but updated somewhat regularly. (at least now, May 15th 2022)
Who Holds the Devil, by @amethystinawrites: 140k+ words, post canon, Ga On POV, his journey towards a healthy relationship with Yo Han, a literary masterpiece that place my life on hold whenever updates.
Your Kisses Tastes Like Heaven, by no_detective: 67k+ words, canon retelling, Yo Han's POV, very hot. Basically TDJ with the allegedly omitted sex scenes between Yo Han and Ga On, and beautiful introspection.
Metamorphosis, by @the-pink-quill: 21k+ words, AU where Ga On re-lives his life and so the events of the show. A fantastic darker Ga On and juicy ancient Greek references. I love this one.
2 Days Ago verse, @bitacrytic: 9k+ words, post canon. This one is actually a series of one shots. Hypothetical series two with a twist, politics and a Ga On that stays in Korea and MAMMA MIA.
Welcome to the Kang Family, by @igonecrazy: 7k+ words, Happy AU, established relationship, everybody lives - yes, Isaac too, and now enjoy Yo Han explaining to his family why his boyfriend is the exact copy of his brother. I do not like fluff, but I adore this fic.
The Devil Judge has thought me how to read works in progress again, after years and years of exclusion on my side. AO3 subscription email is now my favourite thing. Let's give authors some love and comments.
Completed works fic rec to follow. We are very lucky, so many good things to read in this fandom.
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eurovision-del · 1 year
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UMK is happening this weekend, where Finland will select their entry for Eurovision! Here's my ranking of the participants:
Käärijä – Cha Cha Cha
Benjamin – Hoida mut
Portion Boys – Samaa taivasta katsotaan
KUUMAA – Ylivoimainen
Robin Packalen – Girls Like You
Lxandra – Something To Lose
Keira – No Business On The Dancefloor
These songs have been out for a while now, and I've done my best to avoid fan perceptions of them, and succeeded for all but one specific song, which I feel like I see people talking about every time I go into the Eurovision tag! And, you know what, I agree with the people who love it! Cha Cha Cha is fantastic – the perfect level of chaotic to be exciting and fun and keep you on your toes listening to it without ever feeling messy. It's ridiculously catchy, from the little blaring synth hook in the verses to the melody of 'Cha Cha Cha' on the chorus – it wedges itself in my brain and makes me reach for the repeat button! It's an interesting track, with influences from metal to dubstep, all very intense, which I love! I just hope this song comes across well live, I need Käärijä to give a killer performance and pair it with an equally exciting visual staging!
Even though for me Käärijä is head and shoulders above the rest, the other’s aren’t slumping either! I especially like Benjamin’s Hoida mut – it's got a great 80s throwback sound and is very high energy, it makes me want to dance along! I love the chorus, the tune there sounds so good to my ears. It might not be Cha Cha Cha, but Hoida mut is an enjoyable, catchy number and in another selection could easily be my favourite.
Finland have nailed it this year – this is such a good selection, with a range of genres and styles, but everything is well put-together and good quality, even the songs which don't appeal so much to me. Pending a decent live performance, I desperately need to see Käärijä bring Cha Cha Cha to Eurovision, but I don't think Finland will do too badly with most of their other options here either! I'm excited to see what they pick!
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fedechiesa · 2 years
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what really pisses me off is that like 3/4 of the team literally doesn't give a shit about doing well in the remaining games – they got the fourth place and think they've done their job. and that exemplifies perfectly why we found ourselves in this situation in the first place. of course there were other factors like all the injuries etc., but i still think the main issue is mentality. thinking shit like "oh we're safe we can relax now" while you're playing/working for juventus should get you executed. straight up. yet we're renewing people like de sciglio, and now apparently bernardeschi and kean too. but we don't need people who "keep their head down" and are "humble" and shit. we need more people who CARE and can DELIVER the way dusan, fede, loca and matthijs care and can deliver. this is juventus and we deserve players that are passionate and driven and are ready to give it all always, in every single game, ride or die type of thing. im sick and tired of these wishy-washy mfs
it’s like you literally jumped into my brain and put my thoughts into words. I strongly agree that yeah there were other issues like you said (injuries, we were broke as hell, etc) but the quality of the players in terms of their mentality is shit. unfortunately for most of them, the quality of their playing ability is also shit lmfao. idk how they justify letting dybala go but keeping these fuckin bums. it genuinely pisses me tf off I’ve just been biting my tongue because I feel like we have been eating this over and over for years now and the club doesn’t gaf
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wasp-coffee · 2 years
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San Marino 👀💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜
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penaltyykill · 4 days
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what if i never scratched another itch for the rest of my life? (part four) | john marino
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🔗 part one | part two | part three
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📝 authors note: thanks for voting in my poll!! the winner ended up being “little bit of both smut and fluff” so that’s what you got here today! little bit shorter for this part but hopefully you’re hooked just like i am while i’m writing for this story 🫶
⚠️ warnings: MDNI. 18+. not as dirty as the last ones but still some light smut. brief mention of blood (in the context of a hockey game)
the weekend passed by quickly after friday night. the team left saturday morning for another road stretch that would last 3 days, 3 long days you wouldn’t see john.
he had left your apartment late on friday, every time he got up to leave you managed to bat your eyelashes and get him to stay just five more minutes. the five minutes turned into hours as the two of you had laid on your couch mindlessly watching a bad, straight to streaming, horror movie. john lightly caressing your shoulder with his thumb, you with your legs wrapped over his thighs as you cuddled into the fuzzy blanket together. every time a slightly scary scene came on, he would lift his hand up to cover your eyes, although his hands were so big, it practically covered your entire face. you’d swat down his hand and tell him you definitely weren’t scared. and he would sarcastically say back, “oh, she’s so brave.”
you’d often glance between the movie and john, and catch the way the light of the flickering tv illuminated his face, the scar on his cheek. you’d reach out and stroke it lightly with your finger tips, feeling the way his soft skin indented at the site of it. you could see the corners of his mouth turn up into a tiny smile every time you had touched him there. you’d absentmindedly ran your fingers from his scar to his ear that protruded out of his curls, more than the average person’s, but it made him so handsome. you’d so, so, bravely resisted the urge to attach your lips to his earlobe and start kissing down his neck, knowing it would be a point of no return, for the second time that night, and he may have never have left your apartment couch.
but he did, eventually, have to leave. he’d left you at your doorway with a slow kiss to your lips, before pulling away and heading to the elevator.
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when you got to work and approached your desk on monday morning, you noticed a paper bag with your name sprawled messily in permanent marker across the front sitting discreetly on your office chair, hidden from view of your coworkers.
curious, you reached your hand inside and revealed a soft black hoodie, about two sizes too big for you. on closer inspection, the number six was printed on the chest in the corner, and a devils logo adorned the front. you pieced the puzzle together in your head and felt your body immediately turn hot. you shoved the hoodie back into the bag, not wanting anyone else to see. when you finally got yourself together, you placed the bag carefully under your desk and pulled your phone and laptop out of your work bag.
your felt your face, still hot, get redder when you saw your phone screen illuminate an unread message from john.
did you get to the office yet?
you started typing, realizing there was a 3 hour time difference between you and the defenseman, who was across the country in san jose. it was 9am for you now, there was no reason the boy on the other end should be anywhere close to awake yet.
you’re up early. i had a secret admirer leave me something on my desk, you know anything about that, j? you wrote back.
a few seconds later he responded.
wear it tonight for good luck, ok?
you tried to seem nonchalant at your desk, staring at your phone with a smile that was becoming increasingly difficult to hide.
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you sat home later that night, curled up in bed with the game on your little bedroom tv, in john’s hoodie, warm over your bare skin. the smell of his laundry detergent was still faintly coating the soft cotton fabric. you brought it to your nose and inhaled, anything to feel closer to him as you laid in the middle of your queen size bed alone.
the third period was winding down, and with only 4 minutes left, you saw number 6 go down after an opposing player high sticked him right in the face. your heart felt like it stopped beating momentarily, but you finally let out a breath when you saw him come to his knees, remove his glove from one hand and bring his fingers to his nose, a small amount of red appearing to drip onto the ice below. he quickly got up and gave the player a shove, almost knocking him back off his feet. the ref quickly broke up the two of them and the devils went on a power play, winning the game in the final minutes.
you breathed a sigh of relief, and held your phone in your hand, debating on if you should text john now or wait a little bit. you weighed your options and bravely decided to send him a selfie of you cuddled in bed in his hoodie. you raised your phone to snap the photo, and at the last second decided to bite your lip, only just. against better judgement, you tapped send and put your phone down, or else you’d be staring at it all night waiting for his response.
about an hour had passed since the game ended. you stirred restlessly in bed, checking your phone at every buzz, sighing in disappointment when it was just an instagram notification or a pointless email. you once again felt the familiar vibration of your phone and flipped it over quickly, expecting to be let down, only for john’s name to flash across your screen. you opened his message, which was just one single word.
wow.
the little grey typing chat bubble animated again.
look so fuckin beautiful in my clothes
you felt something in your lower stomach twist. you read and reread the message, taking in the sweet feeling of being so wanted by someone almost 3,000 miles away.
you spent a minute thinking before replying back.
i watched the game, you doing ok? you back at the hotel?
he was typing and your phone buzzed again.
can i facetime you?
your body tensed. you answered back quickly, giving him the go ahead to call. sure enough, the melody of a facetime call began to play through your phone’s speakers. you sat up and fixed your hair briefly in the front camera before swiping to answer.
he looked devastatingly handsome as his low lit face appeared on your screen. his hair was wet from what you presumed was his post game shower, and he sat bare chested against the plush headboard of yet another hotel room bed. your mind briefly wandered to what else he was wearing, if it was anything at all.
“hi, beautiful.” he said in a low voice. that was a new one, he used the word on you twice today now. you pursed your lips at him, trying to hide the emotions flowing through you.
“hi, johnny,” his name on your tongue again leaving you a little breathless, “you got a roommate tonight?” you asked, although you were pretty sure he was alone. you expected him to quip back at you that had been around long enough to not get a roommate, that he wasn’t a rookie anymore.
“just me,” he said with a slight upturn on one side of his lips, “what are you up to?”
“just laying here,” you started before trailing off, digging deep down within yourself for the courage to say what you were thinking, “really just…wish you were here.”
“oh?” he said inquisitively, “tell me more?”
“don’t embarrass me john. i think you know what i mean.”
he laughed, not a mean laugh, at least you didn’t take it that way.
“don’t act so innocent, pretty girl. i think i know whats going on in that little head of yours.”
you shifted your position slightly in your bed, his words so clearly having a physical effect on you.
john continued to speak, “sending me that picture of yourself, laying in bed in my sweatshirt, lookin’ like you look, what do you think that did to me?”
you suddenly were wrecked with the realization of the power you now had over him, how you had him wrapped around your finger with just a little picture of you. you could see in his eyes how your feigned innocence drove him crazy.
“hmmm, johnny, i really have no idea what you’re talkin’ about.” you couldn’t help but tease back at him.
he threw his head back slightly and tensed his muscles. you were really toying with him now and he was loving every second of it.
“you’re so done for when i get back,” he teased, “i’m taking back my hoodie.” you knew he wasn’t being serious, he was a bad liar.
“but johnny,” you said playfully with your big doe eyes, “i’m not wearing anything under this hoodie, so you can’t take it back.”
he deeply exhaled and ran his fingers through his still wet curls. you bit your lip admiring how strong his bicep looked as he raised his arm to do so.
you felt so powerful now, with how you could undo him with just a few words through the phone.
“please, pretty baby, can you please show me?” he pleaded.
you felt yourself get high on the power you had just discovered.
“i like it when you beg, johnny.” you spoke lowly back to him while taking your phone in one hand and lifting up the soft material of his sweatshirt to reveal your body, wearing nothing but a pair of black cheeky panties underneath.
“fuck…” he moaned, “need to touch you so bad, can you touch yourself for me?”
you thought you were in control but you couldn’t help but melt into his words, and you hoped he couldn’t tell how obvious it was that the power dynamic had now shifted in his favor.
it was a little difficult with your phone in your hand, but you angled it in a way he could see you begin to toy with your quickly hardening nipples, squeezing them between your fingertips hard enough to elicit a soft moan from your parted lips.
as you continued, you could hear a low shuffling on john’s end. you saw him close his eyes momentarily and let out a quiet whimper, before he directed his vision back to his own phone screen.
“you touchin’ yourself, for me?” you whispered while enveloping your breast in your hand and lightly squeezing. the sensation sending waves down your body, to somewhere lower.
“mhmm, please, baby, keep going…” he trailed off, as you imagined his large hand wrapped around his rock hard cock. it was enough to leave you dripping at the thought of him touching himself for you.
you began to trail your fingers down to the hem of your panties’ waistband when you were interrupted— a loud banging sound echoing from john’s end.
“MARINO!” you heard a deep muffled voice yell through the other side of his hotel room door.
“fuck, shit, hold on,” john cursed as he placed his phone face up on the bed and left you hanging.
you turned your camera off just in case and listened intently to the voices on the other end. you heard shuffling and the door crack open.
“jesus, guys, what?” john said, clearly annoyed. you presumed it was a few of the boys on the other side of the door, but couldn’t make out the voices from that far away.
“you weren’t picking up your phone, thought you fell asleep. come on, we’re going out,” spoke one of the voices— maybe it was kevin, “let’s go go go.”
“yeah, uh, give me a minute, i’ll meet you guys down in the lobby.” john replied back, trying to hide the annoyance in his voice as he shut the door again.
you saw him reappear in the facetime call, you turned your camera back on, now covering your naked body with your down comforter. he was clearly upset.
“shit, fuck, i am so sorry. did you hear that?” he said frantically.
“john, it’s okay,” you told him, “go celebrate with them, i understand.” you gave him a reassuring look, and it was genuine. he deserved to go out and have fun, not sit in a hotel room alone.
“yeah but…” he trailed off, “i just wanna be with you.”
“i’ll see you so soon, as soon as you get back, ok?” you smiled, trying to make him believe you that it was okay.
“we’ll finish this, when i see you, pretty girl. i miss you.” the last part was a little quieter than the rest.
now your heart really did stop. you missed him too, so much that it scared you.
“yes,” you smiled, “now go.”
you ended the call because you knew he would never hang up. maybe the power dynamic didn’t shift, and you still had it after all.
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kingofthering · 9 months
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Marc Marquez & Fabio Quartararo + debriefing races together.
san marino 2019 | japan 2019 | thailand 2019 | valencia 2019 | cota 2021 x2 | australia 2022 | valencia 2022
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jadagul · 8 months
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I'm sorry if this is a stupid question. Why is it harder for larger countries to have citizens with a high median level of wealth? What makes it harder for a country with the US population vs, say, Japan? I can imagine obvious challenges, but also reasons why larger countries can make their median citizen wealthier more easily. Economies of scale, more chances for innovation that can later be widely adopted, strong institutions having outsized effects. Can you help me understand the logic more?
It's not a stupid question! It's a common but incredibly counterintuitive thing that comes up in statistical comparisons. The short version is: you get more variance with small samples than with large samples.
To start off, let's point out this isn't just theoretical. According to the IMF, the twelve highest GDPs per capita are in this chart:
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(If you use a different source the numbers change somewhat but not dramatically so.)
If you rank countries by population, those are rank 122, 163, 118, 134, 162.5, 95, 99, 115, 3, 191, 169, and 103.5. The US is in position 3 and the next-highest is at 95 (out of about 200).
Conversely let's look at the ten most populous nations:
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When ranked by GDP per capita, those come out at ranks 73, 127, 8, 98, 138, 144, 87, 128, 56, and 71.
And notice already this looks different: these numbers are mostly in like the middle half, whereas the others were almost all in the bottom half. And that makes sense based on the theoretical argument I'm about to make.
A big country has a lot of people in it. And more than that, it has a lot of places in it. And while those places all have a bunch of stuff in common (like being part of the same country), they also have a bunch of things different from each other. So you can think of the per capita GDP of a big country as, like, averaging together the per capita GPDs of all the regions in it. (And then the per capita GDP of a region is a weighted average of the incomes of all the people in it.)
If you look at a city-state like Singapore or Hong Kong, you're "averaging" together one city. And for a small country like Ireland or Luxembourg, you're averaging one city with a small amount of hinterlands. That means that if that one city is unusually lucky, the whole country is rich.
(And if that one city is unusually unlucky, the whole country is poor. The ten least populated countries on the list that have IMF data have GDP per capita ranks of 146, 119, 95, 9, 152, 60, 106, 16, 134, 52, which are all over the map. None of them are at the very bottom, and I assume that's because cities are richer than non-cities, in general. And also maybe a city-state that's also dirt poor gets swallowed up.)
And if you look at our list of richest countries, you can really see this effect. Ireland is a tax haven for the EU, and traditionally so is San Marino. Singapore is a weirdly-managed outlier city state, as is San Marino (and Hong Kong used to be). Qatar and the UAE are all drafting off of oil revenue, and for that matter so is Norway.
And to drive the point home, let's look at the list of US metro areas by per capita GDP.
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San Jose beats every country in the world hollow. San Francisco is tied with the top entries on the list. And our tenth-richest metro area would place fifth on the list of countries by per capita gdp. (Contrast Paris at €60 and Berlin at like €42k, if my quick googling is right.)
And then to drive the point home, look at the top of the list. The richest metro area in the US isn't San Francisco or New York or Los Angeles (which at 18th and $86k doesn't even show up on that list up there, but would still put it at 8th in the world); the richest metro area in the US is some place called Midland TX. It's a small town that sits in the middle of a giant oil field, and as I understand it it's basically a base camp for all the oil work out there. So it has one thing going on, and that thing is super lucrative, and distributed across relatively few people; so it gets the top spot.
And that's why the richest countries are likely to be small.
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balkanradfem · 1 year
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(I'm sorry if you hate your cluster! I was trying to put neighbour countries together and wasn't always successful because there's just 10 options)
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SPEAK FOR YOURSELF MASTERLIST
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includes: slow burn | sexual themes | drugs | crime | gang au | toxic relationships | mental health issues | unhealthy body image themes |sexual assault themes | violence | death | angst | stalking | self harm
DISCLAIMER!!!: this is an ot8 fic centred around choi san. none of the characters are good people. do not refer to them as role models and this is not an accurate depiction of how i see the members at all, it is purely for entertainment purposes.
Choi San, a straight A student with a promising future, his teachers adore him and he is considered the model student who keeps to himself.
Yaera Marino, a rich girl who will get a life of luxury no matter what kind of decisions she makes. She cares about cigarettes and few other things.What is it they have in common?
Well, being wolves in sheeps clothing.They'll do anything, be anything to get what they want. And that makes them dangerous, especially together.
When Yaera discovers San's suspicious and secret life outside of school, she makes sure to pay him back...in blackmail.
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meing0ttmussdassein · 7 months
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PROSENNA ONE SHOT; from alain's pov after ayrton's death
sorry for mistakes english is my second language!!!
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The sun was rising in the azure sky as the fighter took you home for the last time. Along the path leading through the suburbs, people already plunged in grief and bitterness gathered. They cried because they lost you. They lost one last ray of hope, someone who somehow held them all together.
Brazil is a mess. Hunger and poverty are intertwined with extreme wealth, and that was the case back then. But this country never remains silent. When you died, it cried in mourning. It wept like a bearded animal howls, still trying blindly to find a way to escape, leaving behind drops of scarlet blood. Brazil was falling apart, it had nothing. But it wasn't silent.
I lost a lot that day, too. I don't know if you could ever look at me the way I looked at you. Although I don't know if even after all these years I can call it love. You were one big secret, and I don't think anyone but you could say they knew you hundred percent. You were emotional, direct, and open-minded, but you were still hard to figure out. There were moments when I didn't know the motives behind your actions. After all these years of working together, I didn't know you at all. You can love your mom, dad, siblings, your partner or a friend, but can you love someone you don't know?
This feeling was causing me too much pain, slowly killing me every day. I was choking. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't tell you I couldn't handle it. Because you weren't here. But if you were, I'd be fine...
I got into it more and more. It's like bitter tea, which I only drink as a last resort when I'm forced to. There was, there is, and there will be no other person for whom I felt the way I felt for you.
Sometimes I hated you. Our rivalry at some point became so fierce that it became unhealthy. It went beyond any limits of the fight for victory in the race and even for the title of world champion. It was a battle on every level; we forced the Formula 1 fans to stand up for one side and make explanation for their choice. It bothered me. I was already an experienced driver and competed with many people. I wasn't afraid of you or confronting you directly. I just knew when to back off.
I had feelings that you lacked. I had more to lose, too. You left your family in Brazil and moved to Europe at a very young age. You made a lot of mistakes, got married, then divorced, but you were still very young. All that mattered to you was racing, you couldn't imagine yourself without cars. It was a little different with me. I had someone to go back to. But now I want you to come back to me.
You left me. Alone, washed of emotion, intoxicated with suffering. You left everyone behind. When Itmar Franco found out about your accident on Imola and its tragic consequences, he without hesitation declared a three-day national mourning, including closing all schools for one day. Eventually, the whole country lost something, their legend, their golden boy that this sick land raised. You left. In all the chaos, you were their hero. The only hero. I wanted to soothe their sorrow with my own.
You died at the age of thirty-four. Even though you had at least half your life ahead of you, you went your own way of the cross. As a driver, you drove in four teams, you won three world titles, but you were not fully satisfied with it. You didn't want to give up, you didn't know the concept of security and peace at all costs. As a human being, you've been through a lot of easy and difficult times. Every person in the world has to face difficulties and challenges at times, but you didn't give up. Not of your own free will.
After qualifying for the San Marino Grand Prix, in which Roland Ratzenberger died, you didn't want to enter the race at all. You have realized for the first time how fragile human life is. You first encountered death in Formula One live. It's the first time you realized you're putting your life on the line and you have a lot to lose. It's the first time you've been hit by a human consciousness.
Competition was like a drug to you. It had been in your veins for a long time, and with Roland's accident, you kind of woke up. The world stopped being colorful. You knew God couldn't save you anymore.
Believe me, if I'd known you'd share Ratzenberger's fate the next day, I'd have done anything to keep you out of the race.
After death, there is silence and emptiness. But in reality complete oblivion never comes. I will never forget you or any word you ever said to me.
I looked up at your coffin covered with a Brazilian flag. It was as if looking into death's eyes was all I needed at the time.
But I knew all I needed was you.
"Obrigado, Senna por facer nostri domingos felizes" shouted banners and fresh graffiti that occupied the walls of almost all the gray houses in São Paulo.
I thank you, too. Not for Sundays, not for Mondays or Tuesdays, but for thirty-four years. For once you were.
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residentraccoon · 13 days
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Ok we have all the songs, time to make a top, with comments even 😳
1. Norway - I love love love this one, this eerie, thrilling melody mixed with the medieval theme and old norwegian language just makes this song perfect and no other song of this year can come any closer to it. Very unique, true to their homeland, absolute masterpiece. I'm definitely following more of Gåte's discography from now on!
2. Estonia - Well they're singing about drugs here and this song is exactly like a drug - addictive. What sells it is their awesome, slightly batshit crazy energy (I absolutely love it) and let's not forget the traditional instruments. I can see a Trenulețul scenario with this one tbh.
3. Slovenia - Absolutely magical, the structure of this song is pretty uncommon and the lil RRAH sounds are interesting, love how it takes a while to build-up and I just get chills all over. This one is a piece of art.
4. San Marino - This song is destroying my Spotify wrapped and it's not even funny, there's something about this one that makes it instantly addictive. I've listened to Megara since last year when they were at Spain's NF with Arcadia and all I can say is that I love their style. Sassy pink and punk rock with a touch of Spanish traditional sounds during the bridge, they just mesh together so well. I don't understand why it's so underrated (currently last in the odds lmfao) and I'm looking forward to their live performance.
5. Denmark - Generic pop song my beloved, why is it so catchy though? I've said it in a previous post, I just reminds me of songs I'd hear in 2013 or so and I love the "Oh-Oh" parts. Lovely
6. Lithuania - The beat hits, it's just awesome fr. Lovely staging and colors, Lithuanian sounds so pretty and melodic as well as his voice.
7. Belgium - Wonderful build-up, the song at first sounds very chill and gives me Blanche vibes (I looked it up and they have the same composer so not surprised lmao) but man, the climax is greaaaaat!! Especially with that choir in the backing. My only gripe would be that he keeps repeating the title over and over again, which can become a bit tiring. But just a bit. It's still a great song!
8. Switzerland - I don't know whose idea was to mix opera and drum n bass together but they're a genius, this is really cool, like absolutely nuts. I love how the bridge is very soft and quiet, opposing the loud and dramatic chorus, I feel like the song itself is pretty messy and inconsistent but I really like that, it's very out of the box and innovative. Genius entry.
9. Latvia - Underrated, I can see why it might fail to grab an audience in the fandom but I really like this one, especially his voice. The song flows nicely too, I only wish the staging would be a bit more...dynamic though? I really want Latvia to qualify for once, felt like it might have a chance since it could attract some casual viewers (some of my casual friend watchers really liked it!) but seeing how brutal semifinal 2 is (and one spot will be inevitably taken by...yeah won't elaborate) I'm afraid Latvia's out for this year as well. I hope at least for a surprise or who knows. That's only how I feel at this moment.
10. Spain - My biggest grower of this year and a total banger, I don't understand why it slaps so hard it has no business to, the message is SO real and it's so unapologetically sassy.
11. Czechia - Same story as with Latvia, underrated to hell and back, I know the live version is...a lil terrible but the studio one I really like. Love how you can feel the frustration through her shouty lyrics and how she's blaming herself for not loving herself more instead (also the beginning might or might not remind me of Aijā I mean the intro with the drums makes me think of it-) ANYWAY
12. Croatia - Listen I'm very happy for Croatia being seen as a most likely winner of this year, they deserve it, Baby Lasagna is an amazing man and the message is on point, even if it's not exactly my favorite I definitely root for him!! Please meow back if you agree. Besides this, the glam ethno rock sound is just 👌 chef's kiss
13. Armenia - Love love love that they brought something ethnic!! The girl's energy is infectious and she's such a joy to watch, the music video is very pretty and describes their culture so well, overall I adore this.
14. Netherlands - GREAT I relistened to it so I can rank it and now I have Europapapapapapa stuck in my head how wonderful. This tells me already that this is such an infectious bop that will never leave your head. Possible televote winner, love the quirkiness and Joost is really goofy we stan.
15. Greece - Welcome to Greece, everyone who visits the country is obligated to listen to this the moment they step out of the plane- /j It's so Greek, so fun, so ethnic, geez what's happening with everyone being so diverse and true to their culture this year? This song screams summer vacation in Greece and I'm here for it.
16. France - The raw emotions in this...he sings with his heart and soul, his voice is very deep and gruff which feels a bit unusual to hear such an intimate and emotional ballad from him, but this is what makes the song special.
17. Italy - Love her attitude and how she sells the song, it's very sassy and fun, won't be surprised to see Italy get yet another Top 5 finish with this.
18. Ukraine - Interesting mix of melancholic pop and energetic chanting and rap. Alyona just nails the rap part perfectly. Overall nice song, grew off me but still great.
19. Ireland - This makes me have chills all over my body. It's very haunting and suspenseful, I love the uncommon unique sound and how they recite the lyrics as they are a poem/creating a curse, I simply love how avant-garde Ireland are this year! Finally they're taking a risk and even if the song is unconventional i hope it will have a following that will help them get through the semi! 🤞
20. Poland - Oh look another grower, it's such a cute song for some reason and her voice is so pleasant to the ears.
21. Serbia - At first I thought it's a bit boring but now I find myself mumbling "Lila Ramondaaaa", like it has a hook even if it's a melancholic ballad.
22. Portugal - The emotions in this are immaculate, she conveys all her struggles in life so well into a ballad that's somewhat soft-sounding. Epic.
23. Australia - For some reason this song takes me back to 2015-2016 and I don't get why?? Maybe I heard music that's similar to this in that period, who knows. That chorus slaps immensely, as well as the didgeridoo(I hope that's the instrument), but I'm not extremely head over heels about it. It's enjoyable still!
24. Malta - Contrary to popular belief I enjoyed the revamp, she made it easier to sing live and it just has more oomph, good job, Malta.
25. Finland - The whole 3 minutes are absolutely batshit insane and I love it fr, these dudes are a delight to watch. The song tbh I like it but not that much to rank it higher, but I appreciate the craziness, the message, what sells it is definitely the staging and the guys' stage persona.
26. Austria - Mmmmm I know it's a fan favorite but I'm not a big fan of this, like I've said before in some other posts. The hype at first was highly irritating (especially on twitter, dear god 💀) for such a...just okay/good song? First of all I appreciate the throwback to the late 90s/early 00s eurodance/synthpop music that was popular back then, I think it does a great job imitating the vibes of it, but at the same time is it just me or this song feels so...calculated and has this eurovision-specific formula in its structure/sound? It was definitely made for it being performed live and to pander to the yass queen slay ate and left no crumbs-side of the fandom? Which honestly kinda drags it down a lot for me.
27. Sweden - I can't unhear parts of Air in this, well actually that's their style, neat electro pop tbh, I can bop to this, pretty enjoyable.
28. Moldova - Falls flat but what makes it a bit stronger is the vocalisations in the chorus, as well as the lil ethnic sounds. That drum is also quite catchy. They have to pull out a wonder-staging for this to qualify.
29. Georgia - If Georgia isn't qualifying with this one then that means their only hope is borrowing Loreen at this point. It's a competent girl bop with powerful vocals, that has a dedicated following, but I appreciate that even if it's a girl bop it's not so aggressively in your face like...other examples I've seen before. I'm personally not big on it, but it's nice.
30. Azerbaijan - Oh? Azerbaijan sends something in their language, what is this 2050? And not with a melfest reject? For the 2nd year in a row? I'm very impressed, but even with all these I don't feel that attached to the song, just glad they took a risk instead of renting a swede for safe qualification like they did in the past years. I love the ethnic touches though.
31. Luxembourg - Cute and peppy french bop, although a bit generic and that's about it, no strong feelings.
32. Cyprus - Mmm your regular girlie pop of the year, unsurprisingly from Cyprus as well. Pretty catchy, has a cool vibe but I'm not feeling anything about it.
33. United Kingdom - Just a competent mid-tempo boy bop, honestly nothing much to say since it kinda failed to impress me. Good effort though.
34. Albania - I don't get why they changed it into english, why they turned it more upbeat (I liked the balladier version more) and the rap part feels disjointed. Albania wanted to relive their 2016-2017 era I see.
35. Germany - I'm sorry but this song bores me to death and can't listen to it without zoning out which is a shame because he's a competent singer (his voice is the best thing about Germany this year) and I'm afraid they're again heading for a bottom 3 finish 💀
36. Iceland - Mmm this isn't is, Iceland. Very sorry. Sounds like it would get 13th in 2004, it's a very by-the-letters eurodance.
I will not rank Israel here. It's still mind-boggling that they're still allowed to participate.
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Sarada just came home from a mission. She went straight to the kitchen where Sakura was preparing their breakfast.
Sarada: Good morning, Mama!
Sakura: Good morning. How are you? Aren't you sleepy?
Sarada: I am. But I'm also hungry, so I'll eat first.. *sees her Papa walk into kitchen* Good morning, Papa! *yawns*
Sasuke: Good morning, sleepyhead.
Sakura: Anata, here's your newspaper. *hands it to him* I'll make you a cup of coffee.
Sasuke: Thank you, Sakura. *goes to the living room to read*
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Sarada: Mama.. Is it true.. *hesitates*
Sakura: What is it, dear?
Sarada: *whispers* That Rock Lee-San had a crush on you? Even Lord Seventh?
Sakura: Who told you? And why the sudden question, Sarada? *laughs it off*
Sasuke stopped reading and was listening attentively at this point.
Sarada: We were talking during our idle time.. It was brought up that Papa had the whole village girls adoring him..
Sakura: That's true.. Sasuke-kun was so cool.. and strong.. He's simply the most handsome boy ever. Up to this day, I haven't seen a better looking man than him.
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Sasuke: *smirks*
Sarada: But, someone said you also had your fair share of boys who liked you. Yuck, I hate that sentence.
Sakura: That was long ago..
Sasuke: /thinks/ Yeah but there are pests everywhere who try to hit on you *remembers the prisoners of Redaku*
Sarada: So it's true?
Sakura: Not so many.. It's not like everyone liked me. Your Papa for one didn't like me back then.. He thought I was annoying.
Sasuke: /thinks/ You were, Sakura.. But I wanted you to annoy me only.. Now I remember that annoying guy who tired to flirt with you— what's his name? Mario? Marino? Morino? I don't know. All I know is I hate his face!
Sarada: I can't believe Lord Seventh had a crush on you though..
Sakura: Maybe because we were in the same team..
Sasuke: /thinks/ Yeah. Also, you're pretty cute back then. I must admit *reminisces*
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Sarada: Didn't you like him back ever?
Sasuke: /thinks/ Never!
Sakura: Only as a friend.. I like him as a brother.. Sarada, I was just a childhood crush. *tries to brush it off*
Sarada: I thought it was something deeper..
Sasuke: /thinks/ It was.. I think he really liked Sakura.. Even loved her at one point.
Sakura: Maybe.. I remember back then I made some silly decisions thinking I would've changed things.. I lied about my feelings and it failed miserably.
Sarada: Lied? What lies?
Sasuke: /thinks/ Your mom is selfless.. I still regret my actions prior to that incident. Maybe she didn't have to lie if I was in my right mind.
Sakura: Ah, forget it! Your Papa and I talked about that when we traveled together for the first time. It's a funny memory now.
Sarada: Mama, I got more confused..
Sakura: Just know that if you love a person, nothing matters other than that person's feelings. Your Papa is the only person I've loved. He's my crush back then, he's still my crush until now.. But crushes may change.. Love won't.
Sasuke: /thinks/ The point is.. She's mine from the beginning.. Sakura is very loyal and I'm very lucky.
Sarada: Right!
Sakura: *gets the last egg from the pan* Go get your Papa. Tell him the breakfast is ready.
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Sarada: Papa, let's eat! *smiles*
Sasuke: *whispers* You're so kawaii just like your Mama.
Sarada: Papa!
Sasuke: Can you find the green scroll from the shelf real quick? I need to review that.
Sarada: On it!
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Sasuke: *goes near Sakura*
Sakura: Anata—
Sasuke: *whispers* You're mine.
Sakura: *blushes* Anata!
Sarada: Papa, I found it!
Sasuke: Thank you, Sarada. *sits down beside Sarada and winks at Sakura across the table*
Sakura: *hides her face*
Sarada: What again? You guys are so annoying.
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Eurovision 2023 PRESHOW - part 2: the irrelevants
Sometimes you come across countries that try their best and still somehow, fail to make it past the stage of mediocrity. These entries aren’t going to make a splash, they merely attend the contest where they’ll likely not make much of an impact. Nothing to be offended by. That doesn’t take away they’re still kind of shit though. 💔
33. SAN MARINO Piqued Jacks - “Like an animal” Semi 2, slot #12
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Another year of me not caring about San Marino. Hooray! 😐
Though let’s be honest that on this occasion I’m in the majority. 🙂 I don’t dislike PJ as much as most fans appear to do though. I think it’s  because there are days (most days) I forget San Marino are in this year’s rotation?
But when I am forced to remember San Marino are in and THIS is their entry and... has there ever been an entry this far away from the concept of “a slay”? The goat noises at the ends, jeeeesus. There probably are more inane entries out there, but not in 2023. Everything about Piqued Jacks is painfully heterosexual ranging from their nicknames to the song and its lyrics.
Speaking of the lyrics, um, yeah let’s pick apart its many issues I guess? First and foremost the narrative is that of a random straight man chasing after a woman on the dancefloor (so: IN PUBLIC) because she looked at him funny and he is failing to control his impulses to grind all of his appendages against her bodice. YIKES. 😬 
This image is then further enhanced by the..; um... colourful metaphors in which body parts are being assigned animalistic properties (SNAKE eyes, BITING tongue) and suddenly this flirty song about a hopeless normie desperately trying to get laid has taken a turn towards sinisterville. There are plenty of vibes you can go for here, but “accidentally preditorial” is not one of them. 😐
Still better than Salvaje though. 🙂
ODDS at Eurovision
No amount of divine or satantic intervention is going to prevent San Marino’s impending last place. 
This is not a question of “Will they receive enough points to qualify?”. it’s a question of “Will they receive points from anyone?” 
Qualifier tier: F Projected placement: 14th-16th (semi). 
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32. NETHERLANDS Mia Nicolai & Dion Cooper - “Burning Daylight” Semi 1, slot #14
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:snore:
To be honest, when I first heard Duncan Laurence would write a song for Eurovision and it would be sung by two indie randoms who barely knew each other, I instantly assumed I’d hate the Dutch entry this year. Yeah, Arcade was good but I am SO sick of it and Duncan at this point (in a similar vein to other people having had enough Måns and KEiiNO) . Mia/Dion meanwhile were giving off Isaiah/Evie vibes. ALLL the worrying signals were there!
So it is any surprise "Burning daylight” churned out to a few stilted, horrendous messy lives that have made it abundantly clear that Mia and Dion do NOT mesh together, at all? No, of course not. 
That said, the song’s like........... fine, I guess? I don’t fucking understand why Burning Daylight had to be a duet or you know, this insipid. DE DIEPTE JUST HAPPENED, AND GOT IT ALL RIGHT. 
I did get a small snort out of AVROTROS outright admitting that they hadn’t known in advance about the juries getting nixed in the semi, and if they had they probably would have picked something else. Is that admission more painful than the preparty performances at Madrid and Amsterdam? I’ll let you decided. Moral of the story if the selection offers up a choice of MEROL, you always fucking take the MEROL. Morons.
Odds at Eurovision - Netherlands
 “GOODBYE OLD LIIIIIIIIIIIFE” -- Netherlands saying goodbye to the Success Era.  
Like, seriously. Logically, I feel like good staging and Netherlands’ excellent draw should be enough to clinch a qual on paper. In reality: We’ve all seen the footage. 
To be fair though, I was there when they flobbed in Amsterdam, and it seemed not as bad as some others (then again, ESCUnited’s Sean was standing next to me drunkedly SHRIEKING the chorus down my ear canals so i may have missed most of the essence). Alessandra was VERY bad, and Vesna weren’t too great either - too bad Vesna and Alessandra actually have competitive songs where the vocals matter less~
What is going to secure this NQ though is that the Dutch have already lost their fooken MINDS about what have been two supbar lives, and are going to drag Dion and Mia down in their negative spiral. I do feel that if the home country doesn’t support you, your press doesn’t support you and worse, if foreign media and commentators pick up on that and report it back to their audiences, you’re in for a miserable experience and a headfirst collision into a bottom of the scoreboard finish. There is a small window for Netherlands to qualify because, you know.. .Malta aren’t secure. Latvia aren’t secure. Switzerland aren’t secure. SERBIA aren’t secure, Czechia aren’t secure either. And since only five countries die (note that I am not mentioning the two obviously dead NQs)  there is a chance for NL to slip through if they fix their most pressing issues.
There is sadly little fixing can do if you’re song’s unvotable. 
Qualifier tier: D Projected placement: 10-15th (semi), 23rd-26th (Grand Final)
31. ALBANIA Albina Kelmendi & Family - “Duje” Semi 2, slot #14
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A family! isn’t it CUTE!!!
I’d argue that thanks to the awkward shuffling in every live of “Duje” and the strangely sinister narrative of the music video (are they GENUINELY implying that Albina is having the hots for her own brother?! lol?!), Albania’s song is the fucking antithesis of “cute”. 🙂 “Duje” is so strange man. If you were to just listen to the track without any other input you may find it pleasant enough, I guess. The Kelmendii are just... not very gifted at performing live (Albina excepted), and ESC IS a live performance contest, soz. They’re like D-mol, but less funny and only slightly less embarrassing.
So of course Albania became the object of an irony-fueled lovefest by the fans, because “lololol so inept bless” but i’ve decided I find that particular discouse patronizing, and the entry itself off-putting. 🙂
Idk, an entire family singing a song about LOVE CONQUERING ALL, while awkwardly touching each other and exchanging meaninful creates a cult-like undercurrent that I’d rather steer away from as much as possible. 
Odds at Eurovision - Albania
Okay so semi 2 is a really fucking crapshoot in that there are 7 obvious qualifiers, and the others (not counting SM) have a shot at claiming the last 3 spots. 
Even with that information in mind, I still feel like Albania are one of the three LEAST likely countries to qualify in that semi? (after, of course, Romania and Poland). As I said before, the Kelmendi’s unironically remind me of D-Mol,and their song is a strange off-putting janky mess that even the Albanians will be reluctant to vote for. 
Albina’s only trump card is that she’s brought her family along, and this is a dicey USP when most of them aren’t particularly good at doing Eurovision things. 
Also, Albania are missing their biggest allies which are Switzerland (semi 1), Montenegro (not in), and NoMac (not in). So yeah, it will be a huge uphill battle. BUT AT LEAST LOVE WILL CONQUER EVERYTHING (when Gustaph destroys the concept of homophobia and wins the semi)
If Albania do qualify, bottom 4 in the finale seems very clear, here?
Qualifier tier: D Projected placement: 9th-15th (Semi), 21st-26th (Grand Final)
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30. IRELAND Wild Youth - “We are one” Semi 1, slot #06
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A blistering 9th-to-last place for everyone’s favourite act to hate! Hooray!
I don’t know, I do think Wild Youth are strangely... overhated? Like, if you’re Ireland and you want bring a typical sound to the contest your country is known for, then why not go for a U2 B-side track? It seems really valid choice to me. how you can despise any act that DENIED Johnny Rotten’s bid for ESC is beyond me, tbh. 
But yeah, “We are one” is really fucking insipid. Musically I don’t have anything negative to say about it though? The composition is fine, if unexciting. 
Its message though is where I lost all interest - being INCLUSIVE and DIFFERENT and UNIQUE so that WE ARE ONE. It is meant to be inspirational and instead achieved the opposite effect - annoying clichémongering is not a way to go, ever in life, anywhere.  🙂
Now, I will say that I feel a bit sorry for Wild Youth because their Eurovision experience so far has been a big pile o’ misery.  Like at EIC, Connor was DENIED ENTRY to the afterparty by the security guards because he didn’t have a wristband, eventhough he showed up in the SAME outfit he had performed in earleir that night.
When the cunts yelled “NUNCA AL FINAL” at them in Barcelona, they lowered the bar even more in terms of fanbase toxicity - and even this distinction was immediately taken away from Wild Youth when the same crowd chanted “RONELA” at Piqued Jacks (the most pathetic thing i’ve seen eurofans do, aside from maybe that Andromache shell tattoo)
so um yeah. Wild Youth don’t make it higher than NL or SM specifically based on musical merit - although they, unlike Mia and Dion can at least hold a tune.
They made it this far because I feel sorry for them. 😬
Odds at Eurovision - Ireland
Yeah this is NQ. I know, you know, Wild Youth know, let’s not rub it in. Notionally there are scenarios where other countries could fuck up and crash themselves out of the Grand Final, but if I’m honest if that were to happen, it'd probably benefits the other hopeless NQ more?  
Besides, Ireland have already run their reputation into the ground through their HORRIBLE non-qualification streak; inept leadership and uninspired entries. At this point everyone expects them to be last place because that’s what we’ve been led to expect from them over the years.  I don’t think WY necessarily place dead last though. I could see the parents that tune in liking it enough to cast a vote for it, granting it a random 12th place. Qualification is too big a feat to pull off here though. Qualifier tier: F Projected placement: 12th-15th (Semi)
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And that concludes the entries that were kinda shit, but not shit enough to actively dislike hooray! In the next update I’ll talk about three songs that leave me fucking COLD.  Up next: the BORING entries. 
THE RANKING:
Part 1: The BAD entries (Switzerland / Croatia / Israel / Greece)
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Johnny C. v.s. San Marino
Johnny C. - Johnny the Homicidal Maniac
Johnny is, of course, a homicidal maniac. He has to keep a wall in his basement filled with torture devices covered with blood to contain a monster. His voice of reason is a bunny he has nailed to the wall. He is also holding the fabric of the universe together thus when he dies, everything also goes. Hates being called wacky. Read more about Johnny below.
San Marino - Real life
A European country. Founded when a guy accused of being a woman’s estranged husband fled to a mountain where he then created a church. Its head of government are two captains elected every six months. Was once almost been invaded by Napoleon, and twice by family of the Pope. Read more about San Marino below.
Full description of Johnny:
“Okay, so obviously, he kills people. He's 5'9 and weights 110 pounds. He has this house that has this labyrinth basement with torture/murder machines and stuff. There's also an elevator down there?? And a tunnel that leads to his neighbor's house. (If Jhonen ever gets to make that movie there's going to be a lot of House of Leaves stuff going on.) There's this one wall down there that he has to cover with fresh blood in order to keep a monster in it.
He also has these headvoices. Two are painted, styrofoam doughboys. One wants him to kill more people (Mr. Eff) and the other tries to get him to kill himself (D-boy). There's also a bunny he nailed to a wall after feeding it once that's essentially his voice of reason. Anyway, it turns out the monster is actually real and has slowly been getting control of the doughboys. Eff has kind of gone rogue and wants the monster to stay trapped so he can be given more power and become real. D-boy's still loyal and if Johnny kills himself and the blood dries then the monster can escape. Johnny's also like the only thing holding the universe where it is and when he dies everything disappears and gets reset.
He has an adventure re through heaven and hell and gets sent back. And when he's back he decides that he needs to get rid of all of his emotions in order to not be manipulated again. He wants to be purely rational. Note that he would still kill people. He just wants to kill people for the right reasons and not for some wall monster.
Anyway, the real reason I'm submitting him is that early on in issue one there's this iconic single page comic where he's at a Taco Hell, minding his own business, when some lady comes up to him and says he looks wacky. Johnny throws a fit and rants and then kills everyone there with a plastic spork. I'll submit it below. But just imagine if he actually won this thing. The epic tantrum. He'd give himself an aneurysm. I need him to win this. It will be the funnies thing.”
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Full description of San Marino:
“Okay look I know it’s a country and not a character but perhaps I can convince you that it’s a wacky guy… the wackiest ever in fact. First of all I believe nothing can top its batshit insane political system. The heads of state are called CAPTAINS and yes it’s plural there are 2 of them. And they are elected… every SIX MONTHS. I shit you not. And even better. They’re usually from OPPOSING PARTIES. How anything gets done is a mystery to me. Anyway moving on to history. It was almost invaded by Napoleon in 1797, but one of their regents prevented that. How? He became friends with Napoleon. Napoleon valued their friendship so much he even offered to extend San Marino’s territory… isn’t that crazy. Also. It was the first country ever to democratically elect a communist government, elected directly after their fascist government mind you. All this while being the fifth smallest country in the world. It happened TWICE that a family member of the pope tried to invade San Marino. There can only be one Italian microstate etc (jk I have no idea what their reasoning was). It’s the fact that the whole country only exists because some guy decided to fuck off to a mountain after a woman accused him of being her estranged husband. So he built a church and there you have it San Marino was created. And yeah it’s the oldest surviving republic in the world with the oldest constitution. That’s simply the San Marino way being so special so wacky so unique…”
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"Having a Coke with You"; Frank O’Hara
(Having a coke with you) is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together for the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I’m telling you about it
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Having a Coke with You - Frank O'Hara - USA
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them                                                                                                               I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together for the first time and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully as the horse                                it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I’m telling you about it
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