a hill i WILL die on: books of translated poetry should always include the originals with the translation, EVEN if the langauge is a so-called obscure or non-western one and the target audience of the translations is assumed not to read it. the basic format of the poem even can change a lot with translation, and a sharp-eyed reader who doesn’t understand the original language can still notice patterns in the original
Netflix has cancelled its live-action Cowboy Bebop series after one season.
Solidarity against kellogs
crab crab crab hand hand hand frighten
Wow. The patience, kindness and calm communication skills. Outstanding.
From raindovemodel
renaissance in the 21st century
Some words to use when writing things:
winking
clenching
pulsing
fluttering
contracting
twitching
sucking
quivering
pulsating
throbbing
beating
thumping
thudding
pounding
humming
palpitate
vibrate
grinding
crushing
hammering
lashing
knocking
driving
thrusting
pushing
force
injecting
filling
dilate
stretching
lingering
expanding
bouncing
reaming
elongate
enlarge
unfolding
yielding
sternly
firmly
tightly
harshly
thoroughly
consistently
precision
accuracy
carefully
demanding
strictly
restriction
meticulously
scrupulously
rigorously
rim
edge
lip
circle
band
encircling
enclosing
surrounding
piercing
curl
lock
twist
coil
spiral
whorl
dip
wet
soak
madly
wildly
noisily
rowdily
rambunctiously
decadent
degenerate
immoral
indulgent
accept
take
invite
nook
indentation
niche
depression
indent
depress
delay
tossing
writhing
flailing
squirming
rolling
wriggling
wiggling
thrashing
struggling
grappling
striving
straining
The introduction of Cinderella’s STEPFAMILY in THE GLASS SLIPPER (1955)
when she says she doesn’t send nudes
I worship at your altar and admire thine beauty
My divine Aphrodite.
With hair like spun gold which down your spine cascades.
Each kiss like fruit ripe from the vine.
In all things you are perfect, in all things divine.
Snow White Virgin, Blood Red Whore Pure like fresh virginity falling like winter snow, her eyes like heaven, glow innocence, beckon me to her. I follow like a faithful servant, follow her into a locked room lined with the misery of hell and she transforms before my very eyes once blind. What stands before me drenched in blood and draped in seduction, shit, and mud. Blind are we to the essence of life and all we see is what we want. A Snow White Virgin becomes a Blood Red Whore. Once pure and silent eats sin and violence.
I blink twice and all is bright once more, her lips sweet like honey embrace me and once again I fight to see the truth. Face her and I see blackened rot and ruined meat. I see now the thing I hate, a whore, a saint, my love and fate. Blind are we to the essence of life and all we see is what we want. A Snow White Virgin becomes a Blood Red Whore. Once pure and silent eats sin and violence. Now all ye faithful in blissful ignorance look to your virgins and see the truth. The vows they promise are fell from lips of a whore and nothing more than innocence lost and buried in lies. Bodies swear to cleanness covered in flies and kisses of the blind servants. So come together all the blind and faithful and kneel before your Snow White Whores and Blood Red Virgins and feed them your wishes and sins and watch them bathe in seduction, shit, and mud.
-The Crow Queen