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whowrestleswithgod · 2 years

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‘My art: getting lost in the dark.’

William Brewer, I Know Your Kind: Poems

#eng lit #english literature #quotes #words #excerpts #literature #quote #poetry #english poetry #william brewer #i know your kind #art #lost #dark

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weusedtobegiants · 11 months

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the slaying of kings, when the fallen crown is passed around the longhouse and everyone, for a moment, is a conduit to the gods, is praised for what thrives, then blamed for the black mouths of agony and hunger, and cut down;

William Brewer, from I Know Your Kind: Poems

#quotes #poetry #literature #william brewer #i know your kind: poems #themes: untagged

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afawnintheforest · 1 month

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Reading I know your kind after reading Demon Copperhead. Both explore Appalachia and addiction. Poverty and shame. This pairing is as fine as whiskey and fish fry.

#natalie posts #books #poetry #i know your kind #william brewer #demon copperhead #barbara kingsolver #damn #the poem comparing icarus to addiction was top tier

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manwalksintobar · 1 year

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To the Addict Who Mugged Me // William Brewer

Dear Mr. So-and-So with my blood on his clothes, the Internet says a dollop of my spit will take the stain right out. I’m generous like that—I give myself away to erase any sign that I was here. What’s more brutal: A never-ending dial tone chewing the receptors in your brain, or waking up in an alley with a busted face, teeth red and penny-sweet, the rain coming down clear as gin? Wherever you are with your stamp bag of winter, your entire universe boiling in the breast of a spoon, floating in a hole in the air in the middle of a room, I wish I felt it in me to wish you well. When goodwill tells me to be tender, I have a trick: what I’m incapable of feeling, I imagine as a place— this throbbing in my brain is now the sound of your rowing toward what I pray is, if not home, then mercy.

#poetry #William Brewer #junk #drug addiction #mugged #forgiveness #West Virginia #American poetry #blood #opioid crisis #mugging

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literarymedicine · 2 years

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— William Brewer, from “To The Addict Who Mugged Me”, I Know Your Kind: Poems

#William Brewer #to the addict who mugged me #I know your kind: poems #lit #quotes #american poetry #poetry #poetry excerpt

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ostensiblynone · 2 years

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His debut, The Red Arrow, was published last month by Knopf. It is a novel about many things: consciousness, quantum physics, psychedelic mushrooms and their therapeutic effects, ghostwriting, depression, the ease with which the mind travels forward and backward in time, and how hard it can be to keep it in the present.

#books books books books #william brewer

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astralbondpro · 1 year

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Young Guns (1988) // Dir. Christopher Cain

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gtunesmiff · 4 months

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WEDNESDAY'S WEEKLY POETRY PROMPTS ~ 12/13/23

For this week's prompts:

From Poetic Asides, write an Anxiety poem.

One person's excitement is another's anxiety (and sometimes the same person can feel both at the same time).

So think about anxiety and poem your way through it.

From Sherwin-Williams, write about what and where the color Open Seas leads you

Remember: These prompts are springboards to creativity. Use them to expand your possibilities, not limit them.

#poetry prompts #poetic asides #robert lee brewer #sherwin-williams #wednesday poetry prompt

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whowrestleswithgod · 2 years

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‘Should someone find me, they’ll scream -’

William Brewer, I Know Your Kind: Poems

#eng lit #english literature #quotes #words #excerpts #literature #quote #poetry #english poetry #william brewer #i know your kind #scream #someone #find #me

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ausetkmt · 9 months

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Storytelling character Jack Brewer and the American Negro Exposition of 1940 that took place at the Coliseum in Chicago performed by TJ Morris/Storiword. Historical event for Blacks. Negro World Fair.

#chicago #American Negro Exposition of 1940 #American Negro Expo #James W Williams #Jack Brewer #Youtube

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secretwhumplair · 2 years

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1,157 words | The monster of Lindborough (sequel to Lots of looking)

Content | Werewolf whumpee, strong language, fear, past abuse and starvation

Notes | At long last! Not super happy with this one, but eh.

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As promised, the baker arrived an hour before sunset.

Joy had been scared of the smith leaving the whole day, even when the pain coursing through him should have been more than he could handle. Maybe he just had gotten too good at handling pain.

He knew the baker was afraid of him.

He also knew what fear made people do.

It took all his self-control not to burst out a »Please don’t leave me!« when the smith walked out the door, the baker taking his seat by the bed. But he knew the smith trusted the baker, and asking he trust the wolf more would go too far.

He just laid back and stared at the ceiling and traced the grain in the wooden beams and waited for what the baker would do. His tension made the pain worse, but he couldn’t help it.

* William still felt bad about leaving the boy behind. He could tell he was terrified, and Alastor wasn’t exactly comfortable either. But they both must understand how important it was that the wolf’s keeper speak up for him after what had happened. He knew Alastor did, and the boy… well. He probably did too, even if he was still scared. He wasn’t stupid.

The town hall was already filled with voices when he arrived, heated, scared, and everything in between.

If he had needed any confirmation that the wolf was the main source of contention, the way things quieted down when he was spotted would have been it.

He made his way over to Lizzie, who nodded at him curtly. She didn’t look happy to be here - or maybe she wasn’t happy he’d left her husband with the wolf - but he trusted she’d support him; she wasn’t petty.

A civil discussion wasn’t about to begin, though. Where many had quieted down upon William’s arrival, expecting his testimony, Eliza - composed, well-mannered, eloquent Eliza - was engaged in a shouting duel with the millers.

»It’s a monster!« the elder miller screeched, his sons by his side like hounds.

»It was out here saving lives while your coward asses hid in your cellar!«

William couldn’t resist. The way the millers had the nerve to still attack the wolf, now that it had not only proven harmless, but loyal, as a wolf could be, after everything they had done to him, made his blood boil. »Fuck knows you did nothing to deserve his protection,« he shot after Eliza’s words.

He hadn’t fully expected the reaction.

The miller extended an arm, pointing straight at him, and announced, as if it were a certain truth, »The monster has bewitched you, William.«

»Horseshit!« someone shouted, and William needed at moment to process it was Lizzie.

Before he could even say anything, Eliza cut in, her voice getting louder by the word. »And has it bewitched me too, miller? Has it, incidentally, bewitched everyone who doesn’t agree with your cruelty?«

»That’s not-,« the miller spluttered, and William took the chance to cut over him.

»It saved my life. It possibly saved your life, too! Now may we calm down and discuss this like civilized people?«

* Too much time had gone by in an uncomfortable silence. Joy could see the darkness creep up outside the window, and he thought he could feel the baker’s discomfort rise along with it.

Even the smith had been afraid of him in the dark.

He didn’t know if there was anything he could say or do to-

»I’m getting a cup of water, do you want anything?« The baker’s voice was quiet, as if he wasn’t sure he wanted to speak out loud.

Joy glimpsed over at him, startled out of his gloomy thoughts. Whatever he had expected, this wasn’t it.

»For… for me too, sir. Thank you, sir.« He wasn’t very thirsty - the smith had made sure of it - but accepting seemed less terrifying than rejecting what kindness he was being offered.

The baker got up stiffly. Joy heard him step into the kitchen - it sounded like he knew his way around - and moments later, he returned with two filled cups.

They drank in awkward silence, until the baker set his cup aside.

Joy’s heart skipped a beat. He didn’t know what the baker was planning to do; he only felt his eyes piercing him, assessing, perhaps, whether he would fight back if he were attacked.

»You’re scared, aren’t you?«

Joy needed two attempts before he choked out a feeble, »Yes, sir.«

»Why?« The baker furrowed his brow. »You can turn into a monster. You could-« He didn’t end the sentence, but Joy knew exactly what he meant. You could kill us all.

He blinked back tears. »N-not in the day, I can’t. And - and I don’t - want to. It hurts, and I don’t want to hurt anyone. I don’t want to…«

There was no reason the baker would believe him. He had mauled people to death just last night. He suddenly felt sick, forcing himself to take another sip in hopes of calming his stomach.

The baker eyed him, his expression unreadable. »William trusts you, you know.«

That was not what Joy had expected, and he had no idea how to respond - but his heart hopped with gladness at the words, even now. He just nodded timidly. He so hoped that was true.

»You could’ve - in the chicken coop. You could’ve attacked the boys and ran away. It was night then, wasn’t it.«

It didn’t really sound like a question, so Joy remained silent. There didn’t seem to be anything he could say. It was all true. He could have. The boys could have been dead because of him.

»You didn’t want to? After everything they did to you?«

This time, bafflingly, the baker seemed to expect an answer. »I - I’m… a monster,« Joy choked out. »They just, just treated me for what I was.« He had to fight back tears. It was all true, but he still so wished it wasn’t him.

»Hm.« An uncomfortably long silence filled the room before the baker continued, quietly, »You were hungry, weren’t you?«

Joy could only look at him confused, hoping he would clarify. He had been hungry a lot in during the past few months, of course, but-

»When you attacked the sheep, I mean.«

Joy felt his stomach drop. There were no right answers here; he would only sound like he was making excuses-

The front door flew open, and moments later - dreadful, terrifying moments during which Joy fully expected an angry mob to storm in and lynch him, or worse - the smith entered.

Joy had never been more glad to see someone. The rare smile on the smith’s face told him everything he needed to know.

It took him several heartbeats to even notice he had been followed by Eliza, who stopped at the door, smiling at him.

»You’re safe,« the smith confirmed, barely exchanging a thankful nod with the baker. »You’re safe.«

#whump #werewolf whumpee #my writing #the monster of lindborough #alastor baker #william smith #joy wilson #eliza brewer #eliza the monsterfucker let's be real

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adamwatchesmovies · 10 months

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The Trust (2016)

Nicolas Cage is an actor that either fits a role or doesn’t. When he’s ill-suited for a part, he nosedives the entire film. At first, it looks as though that’s what he’s doing in The Trust. His character is given all these weird quirks you assume weren’t there in the script. As time goes on, you’ll see. Though this black comedy isn’t overtly funny most of the time, it’s got a couple of dark turns that do make you smile. You won’t know where things are headed until it’s too late.

Police Sergeant David Waters (Elijah Wood) and his boss/friend Lieutenant Jim Stone (Cage) work in the evidence department. They’re police officers but their job is a lot of paperwork and reporting to people who don’t take them seriously. When Jim discovers the location of a hidden vault containing large amounts of cash, he asks David to help him steal it.

This is a heist movie with a simple plan. All the officers-turned-thieves need to do is drill a hole in the door of the safe from above. Slip a camera down to the lock mechanism and it’ll be easy to figure out what the combination is. Unfortunately for them, operations such as this never go the way they should, which is where the fun begins. These two are not idiots but they aren't good criminals. They’re the equivalent of people who have never played basketball before jumping into the NBA because they’ve "practiced" by watching some post-game discussions. They’re friends and co-workers. They’re close enough to trust each other but not close enough to know how the other will react when something unexpected happens.

If Cage is the wild card in this story, then Elijah Wood is the audience’s avatar. Together, they balance things well. You sympathize with David. You even want him to get away with the money because the people they do belong to… they’re thugs. Getting rich off this operation would be a win for you too, in a way. I think we all dream of suddenly happening upon a large wad of unexpected cash and getting to enjoy it by following all the advice we’ve received from mystery novels. That’s what he’s doing. As for Jim, he’s kind of sad in a way that makes him endearing. Crime probably shouldn’t pay but maybe it could just this one time? You keep wanting to give him a break because despite the things he does that are bad or wrong, he actually kind of has a knack for this type of operation. Seeing someone do something well, it’s captivating.

The Trust is the kind of movie you’ll stumble upon and be pleasantly surprised by. The ending’s a killer, the chemistry between Cage and Wood is terrific. You’ve got some laughs, some thrills and plenty of unexpected developments. It doesn’t quite leap off the screen and demand to be seen so you won’t hear a lot of people talk about it. This just means you’ll have to discover it for yourself. (On Blu-ray, April 5, 2020)

#The Trust #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #Alex Brewer #Ben Brewer #Adam Hirsch #Nicolas Cage #Elijah Wood #Sky Ferreira #Jerry Lewis #Kevin Weisman #Steven Williams #2016 movies #2016 films

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wausaupilot · 1 month

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Brewers open season without All-Star closer Devin Williams because of stress fractures in his back

Bad news for the Crew.

PHOENIX (AP) — The Milwaukee Brewers will open the season without All-Star closer Devin Williams, who could miss at least three months because of two stress fractures in his back. Williams pitched through back soreness at the end of last season, and sought a second opinion after feeling discomfort this spring. After an initial MRI in Arizona, he was examined Wednesday in California by Dr. Robert…

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#afternoon update #baseball #Devin Williams #Milwaukee Brewers

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baseballupdates · 5 months

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