#(first quote is from silvia plath)

[saintchaser]

NOVEMBER I

a wet, fresh air, grey skies.

the morning had been cold when lily and james stumbled out of their rented apartment in london and down the stairs, their hands intertwined, gripping their wands.

they had become paranoid recently. death, death, death, it was a chant of upcoming doom, looming over their heads, following them. it made them restless, in their blood flow, pumped in their body by their heart, flooding them.

"surrey? james asked, looking up at lily. from what they had heard, it had been the last place where dorcas had been spotted.

remus hadn't told them much about that evening. he was on a mission with them, and only he came back, bruised and battered down and with a large, bloody gash on his stomach that lily had taken care of.

he hadn't spoken to them much after the incident. he just started taking more and more missions, ever since the spy had been announced. they still didn't know who it was. ever since that night remus and dorcas had spent together, it was almost like he wasn't himself anymore

dumbledore had told them that a small alley with a worn down factory surrey had been the last place they had been seen before they dissapeared, headfirst in the battle.

going after them would have been in vain, though. three weeks had passed ever since they hadn't come back. they were dead, everyone could feel it in their bones. still, they were clinging to the hope to get dorcas back. not the old, jovial dorcas that they had been before marlene's death; they'd never hope to see that side of them again. they missed even the somber, even more practical than usual dorcas. that dorcas was the one that would get them out of the war.

but they didn't even manage to get themselves out of it.

death, death, death.

"surrey." lily nodded and, gripping james' hand tightly, they apparated to the indicated location.

when they got there, the sky was cloudy, the air wet and heavy with dread. lily had already started walking to the factory, assuming that they were where dorcas was. the factory stood tall and grey, reminding her of the old pne in spinner's end.

"here," james whispered, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her in a narrow, cobbled alley. the both of them barely fitted there; dorcas must have been alone when they died.

at the end of the alley, someone was lying down on the ground. lily felt her knees weakening; james steadied himself up by propping himself against the wall.

"merlin, if dorcas will look the same as benjy..." he trailed off. "my stomach couldn't bear seeing that again."

there was a mutual understatement that the body at the end of the alley was dorcas.

"you can stay here if you want to." lily hadn't asked james. it hadn't been an order, either. she knew that he couldn't stand that kind of thing. made his stomach turns upside down. lily understood. she always would. "i can go check and call you to come to see if you want to and if it's not, you know..."

"yeah. okay." james nodded, taking a deep breath in, preparing for the worst.

death, death, death.

the alley was so short, lily only needed to take a few steps to get to the end, bright and so different from what was on the other side. in front of lily were shops, cafés, and people were just starting to come out of their houses, to start a new day.

like nothing was happening around them.

dorcas was lying at their feet. there was a thin streak of dried blood that had come out of their nose, possibly from how they had hit the ground when they had fallen. their face was expressionless; peaceful, in a way. they'd gone back to marlene, by her side, as they should've. they promised themselves.

death, death, death. imminent, slow death.

#death tw #murder tw #blood tw #snapshots of the war basically. finding dorcas. finding all of the lost soldiers #hc that marlene and dorcas had a very short period of time that they lived without the other (between their deaths i mean) #i gotta write other deaths as well but idk when... i haven't had much time recently 😭 #james potter #lily evans #dorcas meadowes #my writing #(first quote is from silvia plath)

[jonismitchell]

what are some quotes or poems that you love or make you scream

okay! tonight you're all going to be treated to some very long ask responses so i achieve my final form as an ask blog. here we go.

POEMS + QUOTES FROM EACH

mad girl's love song — sylvia plath (i dreamed that you bewitched me into bed / and sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. / (i think i made you up inside my head.))

the love song of j. alfred prufrock — t.s. eliot (i have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, / and i have seen the eternal footman hold my coat, and snicker, / and in short, i was afraid.)

this be the verse — philip larkin* (man hands on misery to man / it deepens like a coastal shelf / get out as early as you can / and don't have any kids yourself)

the orange — wendy cope (i love you. i'm glad i exist.) & on a train (long, radiant minutes, / your hand in my hand, / still warm, still warm.)

requiem — anna akhmatova (not under foreign skies protection / or saving wings of alien birth – / i was then there – / with whole my nation – / there, where my nation, alas! was.)

romance — arthur rimbaud** (you're in love. taken until the month of august. / you're in love. your sonnets make her laugh)

we lived happily during the war — ilya kaminsky (in the sixth month / of a disastrous reign in the house of money / in the street of money in the city of money in the country of money, / our great country of money, we (forgive us) / lived happily during the war.)

poem read at joan mitchell's — frank o'hara (you will live half the year in a house by the sea and half the year in / a house in our arms / we peer into the future and see you happy and hope it is a sign that we / will be happy too, something to cling to, happiness / the least and best of human attainments) & having a coke with you (i look at you and i would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world)

tonight i can almost hear the singing — silvia curbelo (two people rise from a kitchen table / as if to dance. what do they know / about love?)

nothing gold can stay — robert frost (so eden sank to grief, / so dawn goes down to day. / nothing gold can stay.)

litany in which certain things are crossed out — richard siken (actually, you said love, for you, / is larger than the usual romantic love. it's like a religion. it's / terrifying. no one / will ever want to sleep with you.)

after the movie — marie howe (we're walking along west 16th street—a clear unclouded night—and i hear my voice / repeating what i used to say to my husband: love is action, i used to say / to him.)

the second coming — william butler yeats (and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, / slouches towards bethlehem to be born?)

stanzas, sexes, seductions — anne carson (my personal poetry is a failure. / i do not want to be a person. / i want to be unbearable.)

*one of my first ever favourite poems **the online english translations of this are underwhelming—read the french if you can. i prefer the translation that starts with 'nothing's serious when you're seventeen'

#obviously there is so much more. but at some point you have to stop yourself #long post #anon #asking with you #i love these kinds of asks btw .

[lunarsilkscreen]

Streamer Plagiarism

How do you gauge whether somebody is quoting a text, another video essayist, some random piece of media you don't care if it even gets credit, or Tucker Carlson?

[But first; insert your favorite advertisement here about whatever popular product all the streamers are advertising in the exact same way.]

Depending entirely on the type of media; quotation doesn't exactly matter. Imagine a movie, for example, that has to stop every two seconds of dialogue because they quoted Plato, or Silvia Plath.

"My friend Oraleous said this thing one time" - but it turned out to be from this random streamer I had never heard of until the take down notice.

It is an impossibility for an individual to know every single line of reference they might say because every word ever said has already been catalogued online.

This is one of the perks of AI. AI can catalogue everything that has ever been said, and then be used by platforms (like YouTube, and twitters community commentary) to track these separate things being said about a thing AND give credit where credit is due on the origination of a particular current event trend.

To the streamer's and tuber's defensive; most of them source content ideas from their audience. Who may point them to references and ideas based on inspiration from other streamers OR the time stamps might be so close together that a common topic naturally came up to multiple creators simultaneously.

This can lead to multiple content creators arriving at similar conclusion, or paragraph structures simultaneously. Because most writers follow common templates and speak in similar voices having been educated in similar ways AND being part of the same content producing system that makes them speak similarly in order to reach MAXIMUM algorithm $$.

Not a defense of anybody or accusation against anybody. I'm talking about things that have already been documented historically, and has historically been solved many different ways.

Copyrights, Patents, Trademarks, the scientific establishment, published papers, Writers guilds, agencies, One could go on and on with these things.

You could ask a High School teacher about the one time every student turned in exactly the same crappy paper by the class, suspected conspiracy from their class; but then immediately understood: they're dumb students who copied right of the textbook and class instructions with the same poor understanding of the subject matter.

These things are fairly typical.

Look at writing agencies that seem to publish the same exact books 97 times because the 98th time is "one too many, and the readers are gonna get tired of reading about pirates sooner or later".

Spoiler alert; they did not. Pirates is a basic flavor of book. Like Vanilla or Chocolate. Add sprinkles and you have most every woman's second favorite historically inaccurate smut.

Yes, I meant literally [Gay Pirates]

Tuber's and Streamers are just at the point where they're all protective over their own value as a streamer. And are worried about other people taking credit for their own work; despite probably being better off going to a DeviantArt, Reddit, Tumblr, or 4Chan community to see all the [other] authors ALSO managing to have written the exact same thing in a similar way somehow.

Dune and Star Wars might both be inspired by Flash Gordon; but seriously, I ask you: are any of them really as good as Star Trek?

[toddandersvn]

Hi 🥰 2, 15 and 30 for the ask? 😊

ciaooo🌻

2 - have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? if so, who?

i’d say the closest, as sad as this sounds, is silvia plath, even though we dont exactly think the same:)

15 - five most influential books over your lifetime?

the bell jar by silvia plath: it’s about mental health in this one teenage girl who spends time in a “bell jar” in New York and how she had this perfect life or so she thought and how she gets really dark after leaving it and it really touched me

the handmaid’s tale by margaret atwood: it opened my eyes and made me realize so many things about the world we live in and who we are as women and the separation of the mind and the body of humans and how we take so many things for granted and from a feminist point of view, a masterpiece

a doll’s house by henrik ibsen: i havent read many plays, but again, a feminist piece that was so ahead of it’s time and it had so much to unpack with gender roles at the time and about how important one’s independence is and the lengths we’d go to get it back

the solitude of prime numbers by paolo giordano: first off, amazing book highly recommend but also i saw myself in both alice and mattia and when i was reading it i was considering myself a “prime number” and it felt like i was seeing myself in a media, and that was really the first time i remember that happening

,,, and i cant think of a fifth i’m so sorry:/

30 - pick one of your favourite quotes

it costs 0.00$ to be a kind human being🌻

identity asks... oh sh*t

#i loved the book one so much thank youuu!💛 #have the best rest of your day🌻;) #answered #ask games

[yufay11]

Last week I read 7/7/19 - 7/13/19

The Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo

The first book by Elizabeth Acevedo, who also wrote With Fire On High. Compared to her second book, this one felt more raw, maybe because the main character is younger? I like the themes explored here even better, though - religion, sexuality, body imagine, etc. 

This book is written entirely in poems, and it’s just so lyrical and powerful. Poetry often felt very inaccessible to me, like it’s some kind of high class art form that I cannot understand. Even though I really want to pretend to enjoy poetry, I mostly just have no idea what they’re about when I pick up any poetry book. But this one is good! The author really created vivid scenes and moments with her bars. I wanted to read the words out loud while reading, but I got no flow lol I would love to listen to the audiobook. 

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The Bell Jar by Silvia Plath

I think I heard about this book in my first week at college and have been wanting to read it since then, but it feels like one of those serious and sad documentaries you put on your to-watch list and never feel like you’re in the mood for…. So after 10 years, I finally picked it up and read it. 

I really liked some quotes in the book. Before reading the book I had only read the fig tree quote, but throughout the whole book, her prose is so sharp and vivid. Even though it is a novel, there’re a lot of comparisons made between plot in the book and the author’s real life (who died from suicide a month after the book’s UK publication). Knowing that made the book, especially the second half, a lot more difficult to read. It’s painfully precise and honest.