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ksadvent · 1 year

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K/S Advent 2022: Masterlist and Wrap-Up

It's the 1st of January, 2023 (at least in this mod's timezone)! Happy New Year! May it be filled with peace and love, joy and laughter, inspiration and creativity!

Thank you to everyone who contributed to the Kirk/Spock Advent Calendar 2022! Authors, artists, beta-readers, readers, and reviewers – thank you for making this K/S Advent such a beautiful experience and, dare we say, a great success!

We made it to 59 submissions, posted by 31 creators; the works consist of 42 fics, 1 podfic, 2 poems, 1 playlist, 14 artworks (digital art, traditional art, manips, 3D objects), and even 1 submission of baked goods.

Out of the 73 prompts that were submitted, 41 were filled, several of them multiple times. At the time of closing the collection for posting, 13 claims were left unposted (the numbers shown on AO3 differ a bit as not everyone made use of the official claiming/filling process).

Here's the promised masterlist (in chronological order). Or directly check out our AO3 collection.

Day 1: dreamsaremadeofthis, The Bestest Gift of All (fic; AOS) Day 2: syredronning, Happy Holidays! (art; AOS) Day 2: USS_Genderprise, The Morning After (fic; TOS or AOS) Day 3: yassifiedjimkirk, When Words Fail (fic; TOS or AOS) Day 4: IvanW, How Far Away You Roam (fic; AOS) Day 4: USS_Genderprise, Mirrorverse Mistletoe (art; TOS) Day 5: Orabla, Shopping for Gifts, Finding Diamonds (fic; AOS) Day 5: syredronning, Celebrations (art; TOS) Day 6: stoatwrote, The Long Memory (fic and playlist; TOS) Day 7: dreamsaremadeofthis, Spock's Gamble (fic; TOS) Day 8: gunstreet, My Wing (fic; TOS, DISCO) Day 8: yassifiedjimkirk, Unwrapping Your Present (art; TOS) Day 9: USS_Genderprise, Beyond Mind and Matter (fic; TOS) Day 9: VTsuion, Fly Me to the Moon (art; TOS) Day 10: 1lostone, Best-Laid Plans (fic; AOS) Day 10: Orabla, Diamonds for You (poem; AOS) Day 11: eviepopcorn, Let Me Help (fic; TOS) Day 12: IvanW, A Christmas Thing (fic; AOS) Day 12: TonightNoPoetryWillServe, The Ship in the Snowglobe (fic; AOS) Day 13: kayson, Uprising (fic; TOS) Day 13: USS_Genderprise, Catch a Hint (fic; AOS) Day 14: sourirenoire, How Can I Say I Love You When Words Are Not Enough? (fic; TOS) Day 14: vfrankenstein, Holiday Sugar Cockies (cookies; TOS) Day 15: ikoliholic, Se Vi Nur Scius (If Only You Knew) (fic; TOS or AOS) Day 15: yassifiedjimkirk, The Gift of Loyalty (fic and art; TOS) Day 16: AshayaTReldai, Reconciliation of Penitents (fic; TOS) Day 16: Orabla, Under the Mistletoe (poem; TOS or AOS) Day 17: IvanW, Merrily on High (fic; AOS) Day 17: USS_Genderprise, Under Your Skin (fic; AOS) Day 18: Herself_nyc, Bashert (fic; TOS, AOS) Day 18: Noideasfornames, Light One Candle (fic; TOS) Day 19: ikoliholic, Wandering Lands, Helping Hands (fic; TOS or AOS) Day 19: USS_Genderprise, Stars in the Snow (fic; TOS or AOS) Day 20: eviepopcorn, Three's a Crowd (fic; TOS) Day 20: pkrosche, An Old Earth Custom (fic; TOS) Day 21: Orabla, Five Times Kirk or Spock Had a Nervous Breakdown, and One Time They Both Had It Simultaneously (fic; TOS) Day 22: ikoliholic, Fatal Vision (fic; TOS) Day 22: USS_Genderprise, Spin, Spin, Spin (fic; TOS or AOS) Day 23: gunstreet, Between Dream and Duty (fic; TOS) Day 23: Lupo (LupoLight), Against Twinkling Lights (fic; AOS) Day 24: cicia3, It's the most wonderful time of the year (fic; AOS) Day 24: pkrosche, Cozy Sweaters (art; TOS, AOS) Day 25: 1lostone, Mistletoe Kisses (podfic, AOS) Day 25: USS_Genderprise, Deck My Halls (fic; TOS) Day 26: Purple_Enma, A Christmas Picture (art; TOS or AOS) Day 26: TonightNoPoetryWillServe, A Very Illogical Christmas (fic; AOS) Day 27: 1lostone, drenchedinlight, EEW101, lb_betty, PageofWands, T'Lara, vfrankenstein, yassifiedjimkirk, Jim and Spock's 12 Days of Kink (a collaborative fic by the KiScord crowd) (fic; TOS) Day 27: Orabla, Two Solitudes, One Blizzard and One Illogical Celebration (fic; AOS) Day 28: pkrosche, A Win for Christmas (fic; SNW) Day 28: Purple_Enma, Encounter at Sundown (art; TOS or AOS) Day 29: enterprize (stanzas), Searching For A Tender Touch (fic; TOS) Day 29: T'Lara, Here's to a Happy New Year – and to the Wonderful K/S Fandom! (art; TOS) Day 30: cvrue, Pon Farr comes but once every seven years (art; TOS) Day 30: PageofWands, A Little Sweet, A Little Spicy: KS Gingerbread! (art; TOS) Day 30: USS_Genderprise, Warmth (fic; AOS) Day 31: 1lostone, Spanking Al Fresco - A Love Story (fic; AOS) Day 31: AureliaR, By the Fire(work) Light (fic; TOS) Day 31: cvrue, The Trouble with Snowballs (art; TOS) Day 31: PageofWands, Wishing You A Very Mirrorverse Holiday! (art; TOS)

The 2022 collection is now closed for posting. The K/S Advent Calendar will return next year for a new round. If your prompt(s) did not get filled, you can submit them as new requests for Advent 2023, if you wish to. If you do not want to wait that long, you can also submit them to our sister event Kirk/Spock Spring Fever which will go live in March 2023, a fest without any specific theme as long as the work is focused on Kirk and Spock, be it slash or gen/friendship. Sign-up opens today!

If you are sure you submitted something to the collection, but don't see it in the collection or on the masterlist above, please do get in touch with the mod asap so that we can investigate what went wrong with the submission: [email protected] We are also happy to hear your feedback: How did you experience this K/S Advent? Any wishes, suggestions, complaints? Anything you wish would've been different? Anything that was unclear or confusing and needs better explanation in our rules/FAQs?

On the mod side of things, we had an almost exclusively positive experience. One thing we might want to handle differently next year is how strict we are about the submission deadline; we wanted to be as generous as possible with deadline extensions, but this made scheduling the daily reveals a bit more difficult. As the creation phase is quite long for K/S Advent, we hope that creators can be encouraged to submit their works sooner. You can submit feedback via email, message to kirkspockmod on DW, comment on our masterlist DW post, or message on Tumblr.

#kirk spock advent calendar #spirk #Kirk x Spock #SPACE HUSBANDS #ksadvent #star trek

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mixamorphosis · 3 months

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Blog post and linked up tracklist [HERE]

Tracklist

01. Slow Meadow - Palemote (Self Released) 02. Fumio Miyashita - See The Light (Abridged) (Light In The Attic) 03. A conversation with Rickie Lee Jones (Youtube) 04. Umber - All The Ships (Oxide Tones) 05. Birds Of Passage - On Our Hands (Dronarivm) - Proceeds go to Warchild 06. Caught In The Wake Of Forever - Faultless Youth Declined (Dronarivm) - Proceeds go to National Suicide Prevention Helpline 07. Weyes Blood - Everybody's Talking (Mexican Summer) 08. The Green Kingdom - Bell Garden (ambimix) (Rusted Tone Recordings) 09. candysomething - Sellotape (Self Released) 10. Levi Patel - Her Angled Beauty (Self Released) 11. Evan Bartholomew - Medicine / Healing (Newlands Music) 12. Good Weather For An Airstrike - Breathing (ft Inachus) (Hawkmoon Records) 13. William S. Fischer - Chains (Late Night Tales) 14. The Cinematic Orchestra - To Believe (Ninja Tune) 15. Hampshire & Foat - The Solitude Of Certitudes (Parts 1 & 2) (Athens Of The North) 16. Man Watching The Stars - Fields (Self Released) 17. Charles Bukowski on life 18. Agnes Obel - Poem About Death (Late Night Tales) 19. Endless Melancholy - In Transition From Anxiety To Acceptance (Dronarivm) 20. Jonathan Fitoussi - Aquarius (Further Records) 21. Katarzyna Borek - Uranus for Craig Armstrong (Weather Storm) (BITTT)

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sweetcarrotsandroses97 · 7 months

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Jungkook's Poetry

A compilation of Jungkook's poems in "Winter".

Isn't it beautiful how the seasons change?

Isn't it beautiful how you never do?

For you are that summer flower I once saw.

Dressed in delicate petals of love.

You are the snow that freezes my heart.

You are the soft breeze on an autumn day.

My sun during summer and my flower during spring.

But I cannot touch you. I cannot hold you like my soul wishes to do.

My darling. My love. My woman. My soul.

What did I do to not have you by my side?

Is love a crime?

Then I am a criminal, even when it was you who stole my heart.

I miss you. I want you. I need you.

I cannot breathe without you near me.

I prefer death than a fate where we can't be together.

My moon. My sun. My Queen. Owner of my being.

Petal of a yielding flower.

Host of my mind.

Lover of a taken heart.

Queen of my life.

I see my universe in your eyes.

Life is not fair,

but neither is death.

For I live in a world of lies.

I own you my smiles,

my tears are yours to be held.

And when I wish my time would end,

I remember what it was to love such beauty on this earth.

My sunrise. My light. My dusk. My night.

Cradle me in your embrace.

Let me live in your heart.

Grant this wish to this poor man.

Or end my life;

for in death shall I find peace from this cruel destiny.

The apple of my eyes.

Woman of my heart.

Enchantress of love.

Mistress of my soul.

The days are longer.

I miss you. I need you.

My love gets stronger.

I cry over my solitude.

Did we ever have a chance?

Do I deserve the happiness you bring to this world?

Am I worthy of your hand?

Am I enough to a jewel like you?

Do I deserve your devotion?

Is it cruel of me to want you?

Ever so fiercely. So fully.

My darling. My Queen. My lover. My everything.

Live in my heart forever.

Stick in my mind to eternity.

Don't leave this man to suffer with your absence.

Don't leave me to burn in my own ashes.

You have poisoned me with your love.

Like a drug.

An addiction only you can control.

And now you are gone, taking my life with your own.

I am dead in every sense of the word,

yet my heart still beats inside me.

What kind of punishment is this?

I prefer a thousand times to die by your hand than to live a life without you by my side.

You exist now only in my memories.

My most precious treasure.

My love will be known through centuries;

because meeting you was my biggest pleasure.

Queen of mine,

wait for me in your next life.

Maybe you had left this world

but you still live in my heart.

Forever shall I remember you,

may this letter be a proof of my devotion to you.

Sultana of my mind.

Owner of my heart.

Lover of mine.

Oct/20/2023

~Masterpost

~Taglist for Four Seasons: @valhallawhispers @lovingkoalaface @seokout @ackercute @jksusawife

I do not allow any of this poems to be rewritten, translated or posted in any other platforms. I used them for my story but I wrote them, I will not tolerate any kind of copy when it comes to my writing.

#four seasons #sweetcarrotsandroses97 #poetry #jungkook #love #four seasons jjk #bts fic #bts

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dan6085 · 11 months

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Top 20 writers who have had a significant impact on literature and continue to be widely read and celebrated:

1. William Shakespeare - English playwright and poet whose works, such as "Hamlet," "Macbeth," and "Romeo and Juliet," are considered some of the greatest works of literature in the English language.

2. Homer - Ancient Greek poet who authored epic poems "The Iliad" and "The Odyssey," which continue to be studied and adapted today.

3. Jane Austen - English novelist whose works, including "Pride and Prejudice" and "Sense and Sensibility," are known for their witty social commentary and exploration of gender roles.

4. Leo Tolstoy - Russian author whose novels, including "War and Peace" and "Anna Karenina," are considered masterpieces of realist fiction and explore themes of love, war, and human nature.

5. Fyodor Dostoevsky - Russian author whose works, including "Crime and Punishment" and "The Brothers Karamazov," explore themes of morality, guilt, and redemption.

6. Charles Dickens - English author whose works, including "Oliver Twist" and "Great Expectations," often exposed the harsh realities of Victorian society and championed social justice.

7. Miguel de Cervantes - Spanish author whose novel "Don Quixote" is considered one of the greatest works of fiction ever written and is widely regarded as the first modern novel.

8. Virginia Woolf - English author and feminist whose works, including "Mrs. Dalloway" and "To the Lighthouse," experimented with narrative structure and explored themes of gender, identity, and mental illness.

9. Toni Morrison - American novelist and essayist whose works, including "Beloved" and "The Bluest Eye," explore themes of race, identity, and history. Morrison was the first Black woman to win the Nobel Prize in Literature.

10. Gabriel Garcia Marquez - Colombian author whose works, including "One Hundred Years of Solitude" and "Love in the Time of Cholera," pioneered the literary genre of magical realism and explored themes of love, family, and politics.

11. James Joyce - Irish author whose works, including "Ulysses" and "Finnegan's Wake," are known for their experimental narrative techniques and exploration of themes of identity, sexuality, and Irish history.

12. Ernest Hemingway - American author whose works, including "The Sun Also Rises" and "For Whom the Bell Tolls," are known for their spare, direct prose style and exploration of themes of war, masculinity, and existentialism.

13. Franz Kafka - Czech author whose works, including "The Metamorphosis" and "The Trial," often explore themes of alienation, bureaucracy, and the absurdity of modern life.

14. Emily Dickinson - American poet whose works, including "Because I could not stop for Death" and "I heard a Fly buzz - when I died," are known for their innovative use of language and exploration of themes of death, nature, and spirituality.

15. William Faulkner - American author whose works, including "The Sound and the Fury" and "As I Lay Dying," often experiment with narrative structure and explore themes of race, history, and the American South.

16. Samuel Beckett - Irish author whose works, including "Waiting for Godot" and "Endgame," are known for their absurdist themes and exploration of the human condition.

17. Herman Melville - American author whose novel "Moby-Dick" is considered one of the greatest works of American literature and explores themes of obsession, morality, and the nature of evil.

18. Vladimir Nabokov - Russian-American author whose works, including "Lolita" and "Pale Fire," often experiment with narrative structure and explore themes of sexuality, identity, and memory.

19. George Orwell - English author whose works, including "1984" and "Animal Farm," are known for their political and social commentary and exploration of themes of totalitarianism, propaganda, and censorship.

20. Dante Alighieri - Italian poet whose epic poem "The Divine Comedy" is considered one of the greatest works of Western literature and explores themes of love, sin, and redemption.

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libidomechanica · 16 days

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Blissful clouds begun to call thinkest shall eye did not them reveals

A limerick sequence

In the branch of whom Nature’s must looks at least, where left it understand! Content, which, as free, and outwore brooding folk on but work. He died, and we lie between tree?

To makes men present, studding, and their sleep. I should shall not a joy and with men dark cabine was boudoir at them with the marriage is this? Earned rough the azure veins?

His sorrow not thankful how could be? On Jerome kisses shore, of blame; it too much: which hall subdue thy horse to its began to died! And Gibson death-notes, for you.

Bed I will attentime and windows to be ease. A trembles of golden lightly as the from danger. And plea by sing, was such trial patient, like the coward eye?

Yet either: Hugely, he short as more that love-sick his way shells us prim, addressing down, may wings are like an empty as this is a tempt; why this six months rank.

Brows, when the deck, and leads. And now are mystering then, like and his press harmless a morning well. Let his fury so do if run away my journey once again.

Without of the quartered! And now the horse it every partly pleases to closer, paines divination, felt to groan and to Mars as sailboats that she way.

Before his lover still, and see, like angle: gaped or Ill—which is time. For thee, and be confusing war wrapped inter whose book you, and left me intel of hope.

Of ancient to rally to views, they blot? I heart,—beauty; a second water and single blest, make itself was cleft over be seru’d rather pairs and feare, that!

Or wish tried complaint, it may dropped ears that gentle be glade answer abuse. Live, and through they had falls by my touch you catch herself have you, now, even I say I?

Eyes of virtue; and dance. That fright, to wield of Sabinet that wiry Coronet and feet, did feeling what hath strings serve our court in Prose. Again it died, starlight?

You lie, a morning up he touch, anger, long simple; for dinner of Aristocratic, or which risen, grew, like like the bunch of a baby groan, therefore, more.

About to a words ere that does nothings proceed more set of a man of thy horse ease to forms the neck, tender shine eyes abrupt, thing much as the soul.—For what were.

Nay, with the true we mischance himself despair maid, for her ere is it of all the tears. Wallowing: astrophies her misty bough! Short fever-fit; so much, the night.

But never what which with it to keeping world insulting them go, flush’d for you, now as say, Remember? Now: his name to piddle applying lovely love; and drink.

When to and green two stray look up the more he sage, warm bout Juan! Was fuels good the aisled poem very day home again: then we mission bleached by my kindness.

Growing, clean, bewitch he hearted do stand so much rising wave under. Back however this except of Prince Homer that women light when what a scarlet leaving?

And then front, a bulky volume this in the casual solitudes, at staineth, and why? Answering conside head&to kindled boughs which is enrag’d, of Allah!

In one can see, be bold true. Of an Angers of garnered she send again! So glowing world—the cloud, and bell, whereat made a vision sweet slips or night; I always?

The hundreds of it had offence the spied. The up-heaven I thy of breast, nor envy—Adeline, not as lost intricacies our backyard banging at the stone.

For rich, milk-and-a-half virtue, lightning crowing ruffles to wages of the Rose-bud-like, not in blood; so off? My sight: garlands or sinewy neck in what calls.

’ But of their Latin being conspiration,— as well! Face remors of lover. Light of a red-rose in the deny: than the foibles of the broken in that’s spleen.

That seeth fresh from Sir Leoline sheep, to wan angry! Tell you to determissing badly she who would seemes freely near his you. I should not despite, and fresh air.

When ungeness, with sand, at last of thousand your dry, that down their bettered bay estuaries, let go, and dare not? In love, ’—thus pursue he did honoured time.

By thy Fathere progeny is. Rain fell, it was for Heaven and of this present was harmony meed a though of the list? And he fed. You see, their lightlessly.

I think in her: Hugely, he rush’d to the come by some world’s ended do below. Meant thou get it—but letting. Tis tracks? But being states to what had thy loue, by man!

Solemn sympathy plate desire and their feet an unbidden ravel their mere strength depends or we are they thou tell. As for than his carrying desire.

And wound. With the floor bird of mean. This in they have rainbow from it be as grows and rich passage, althought to exchecked. The beautiful to our faced unto me.

First. John, at laid, my cheeks have her excess, a little wicked water, tu— whoo! Achieved from whom it still tell, make and be their valiant. Strike heavenly saw the dry.

There, and water, like bench without it the fire. Then retire abroad made no more rests, that of your man into return to come. Too well that the Lamb, and smoother.

Let me thou should contendment, curtain and lo! But you encountry so. And rarely comparately mastiff bitter pleasure’s no light voyage the devil’s-game!

And dutie grey—age of them like to Pall Mall. And call to snatch he good since so wilds unders, crept so late did so, and her sailboats the paintered voice; but forever.

And Geralds to do it plus as somethings beauty robb’d of deer; feed her signs: his eyes? To the worth he glad signify, and on my thought. And yet her own affecting.

His moment is Adonis smooth of chief pacha sits meaning the world, and in lips’ rich once morning than high delight; that thereon shadows! The beams, and now I die.

The in all, tis pass’d, by might lay on that son an age in leave thered speech, faint outlasts thousand you! Large eye hath Homer than all it from danger from the warm, clasp?

Shall fashioned may remarks off, such aberrative—such the wood plays that see and excel a loue, though to me as lamp the death thee, they saw their ways. Till come brave them.

We tell? Or ivory stare, with rescue- ship thro’ rich is angry subtless fight, saw the Baron said, the feed harbors mother twitter, piano? But his, follow voice.

Fair loved and from his test. And squeamish petty name of time—to question soft boss on gulf of all thyself at still; but most in men’s paws, upon the puts of thou hit.

When this limits on that at great spot, flame. Some odd. Saves that Loves with charm’d my sire and thought. Why I sit and like all you mark, he enjoying. To changed this turtle.

Though loudly rent, between Tyrian, you stole friend! Go, fly their sleeping throws dim was froward obeyed; and white beds of Old; nor wretched plight; love for us. With calling.

And he which like some morn once her! Noble still looks naughter, sixteen steel’d, shreds at most for effusion it subjects. The too moisturbing is she difference remedy?

Between their sake, for the bend or unplaced? Therefore, because to lustress it not the up-heaven men’s men, she trades;—they him in a Hercules her licking by white.

Courage and sight. Knocks of sure the rolls as would turn? To devour&feeds of a for passing water number Death no kind then woo’d steep’d into April’s irides.

And, with the Cavalier—as it not stem and one from the fawn his selfe for like the will lively comprehension live it; the Improvvisatore. I want to see.

That the room, taketh his star! To one warmth any day’s depth, or increase: with them with the girdled the starch, may vow I’ll wall, to for which none bastion of me and life.

In seated honest outruns apace, false force of measure three-fold? But all— I never turn in each the charm legs, for predilection; this terrific glare, an Oh!

Your voice; but twain. As hurt in bed. ’Ve begun with bashful split the grievous them still seventy time—not just as also seek roses an air such rewarded?

A ghost it great George’s comfort her face, which vices, where I am happy. Which infinite varies fly at each for gained, that He, while it all! This eye the lay!

Heart, their troth of slaughed enought of abandon. Whose whole; and the greed, palace the Great bank of birthright to spy or contains, saved for one has conditions, and flee.

Why wilt even in with me the Breton corps, which treads out-flouring, but they march will—but tis passes smooth as meeting? She man is for ever wear upon the same.

The little tall, my Sun-flowers. As whereat Lucy I will see how to sinking to me! Louder, a woods are like the centedly shield his my fate, bound three-fold?

And on my head any watchword while. She was they ought relieve he disappeared starlightly parents’ crests, all my loved orris- rooted infant’s stood on him; to me.

With prove town, ’ so Cowper spirits wind not evening. And part, e’en as than his bloody view as one of you kneeling eye, small in sleeping through miniscent’s soul appal.

So which by a words and did the other, like a sugred kiss upon a loveling desire? And the wilderneath. To say length—most cherry ripen, her home.

And quills be for sun; love guide and as, in Mrs. Is this straight, cliff-tops, and nobody but a friends, which the touch sorrow and leisure, the genuine am I?

At for the were gay Koutousow, he told tinglet currant of peach, Love is a flown? Chewed-off to do any other silver dreadful guest, the night; and when your mind.

And there is by men people bends of my who can tell us, but with lie an ignes from his herself, be so fair fee, her frame? Morning their cribs of abandon.

Fairer yet us start from Sir Leoline. Bid me yon woman buy, till disposing of think how a breathing seest too late. The tenderness and the eyes with Tyrants.

Tis yourself I cannon’s gripe! Locks: the bring Intellect to be obscure the clock that you still spell, could because a short-joint, in a dream with somehow exquisition.

It; smile, music, and claim all oftentine? On the Gate! Ever to be with nerves pure betrayed by Venus, you wilt chivalry will you is faire to and quills of you!

But we at the gloomy tun with me. Many cloud, while, had drunken will even as than my foolish him for each ability cheeks, and by twine about the first.

The bride: two glass; yet Helene on prose. Began to thee. The moon I lie.—Slow them, softer that give: to mind. Of mother look up with slight? Point my heart of the berries.

To mutter, in a ninth to makes the bill on from bears, half-announced high, it doth espy, and Irelands wherefore than civil in my horses finger, sentiment.

Myself your legs swollen some poor heaven by the sung bright. The taste heap’d carpets: fifty wreaketh horror of coxcombry or polish’d breast without let their sweet kiss.

Out of a suffer’d small eyes. So shadow in stakes, then, as nearest, when this is they had perfection, but speak your magic, and shucks, there; being at thee, which they went.

Bright, I can only the Alamo. The joys; and we closed to Mars, as, like Nero, had thy Flock. That August you the presage; dishonour day, it’s bane would be dear?

First should solve and she faring thee strengthy lexicon of Tiberia’s blithe presentful, the incaged wherein t their own direfully. My tones, wish’d—a kiss.

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adagioapassionato · 6 months

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Thinking about…Indigo by RM. (A letter to Namjoon)

(I wrote the original text of this on the day of the album release. Many of my thoughts are linked to my first impressions, but I have added a lot to ensure it fits the style and theme of this blog! Nonetheless, in honour of one year since the release of Indigo, here are the words I want to say to Namjoon about it!)

Dear Namjoon,

Wow…it’s been – 10 months? – since I last wrote to you? Crazy. I think, eventually, the things I was thinking about began to feel like too much to dump on your head. But when I heard you were going to release Indigo, I knew I needed to come talk to you again.

The thought of listening to your album pulled me out of bed on this cold winter morning. I struggle to get up with these late sunrises, but you gave me something to look forward to. With the way I loved ‘mono.’ and wrote so much about it, I thought it was fitting to write about your second solo work, ‘Indigo.’

‘An archive of your 20s’. It’s interesting that you release this just as you turn 30, and just as I turn 20. I think it’s always interesting to look back at how far you’ve come when you reach such a milestone. I truly love how I have seen your personality flourish since ‘mono.’ From the RM who wrote about navigating loneliness and solitude in the world to an RM who showed colours of being carefree, grounded, wise, creative, and is growing closer and closer to himself. Every song on this album felt like observing different works in an art gallery, in an exhibition about RM. So, what you thought to put across came right through! I loved it dearly and listened to it on the way to college today. I even played it while studying later!

I’ll talk about the songs now. The only problem when I wrote to you about ‘mono.’ was that I had to keep it short since I planned for you to actually take time and read it, though I had so, so much to say about it.

1. Yun (with Erykah Badu)

From the first note, I could hear that you had worked with Erykah Badu on this. It has a blues feel that I enjoyed. The first thing that struck me about the song were these lyrics – “a finger pointing to a mountain/saying it’s the place I need to go now” and “Why would you veer onto a trail from the highway”. I was shocked that it was similar to lines from a poem I had written about the year 2020 – I wrote,

“January

was like a never-ending line

looked like a measuring scale

marked by goals and not numbers.

in February

the line joined another to form a path

that led to a lofty mountain in the distance.”

I won’t write the rest here now, but it surprised me how similar this thought was across both our experiences and writings.

Besides this, the whole premise of the song was beautiful: ‘You gotta be a human before you do some art’. It reminds me of ‘ON’s’ lyrics – “you gotta go insane to stay sane” – throwing yourself into art to feel level-headed amongst the madness of the world. And yet, your song took a different spin on this – it could mean, “gotta be human,” grounded and aware, to express your feelings clearly and articulately through art. However, being human before you do art could also mean that “you gotta go insane” – being passionate through your art – “to stay sane”, or human – making art passionately is inherently what makes us human. I really love the way this song deals with trying to find your purpose and direction through the art you make, by taking inspiration from an artist that you look up to so greatly. You wrestle with the difficulties of going solo after years beside a team and then accept that it’s always been in you to do something different, unconventional and impactful – much like making a song based entirely on what it means to make art, drawing on the works of your favourite painter. This song felt like listening to a painting – it’s truly masterful and I’ve never heard anything written like this in my life!

2. Still Life (with Anderson .Paak)

I wrote so much about Yun and it wasn’t even my favourite song on the album! Okay, Still Life – it was a really fun number that was gentle and energising to listen to. I love the paradox of ‘Still Life’ being something that ‘carries on’, and embodying that in the way you live. My mother, who paints still life in the traditional Dutch technique, told me something interesting about it too. She said that still-life paintings came about with the rise of the merchant class, and they essentially portrayed their rich and decadent lifestyles. Each item portrayed in a still life has meaning – these meanings often relate to the fleeting nature of life, of wealth, of such decadence. So, in a way, still life is really something that is always “moving” and going forward. Though it’s “still”, capturing a specific setting or moment, it lets that moment carry on forever. But it also shows how fleeting every moment is through the objects it portrays. I wonder if you knew this, but when my mother told me this, I immediately thought about your song!

I’m thinking about the multiple ways you interpreted the words ‘still life’ in these lyrics. You describe yourself as a ‘still life’ as above – a painting, an artwork on display to others in all its grandeur as a famous member of BTS. But also, you’re “still life (still alive)” – your life continues to move and change – you “can’t be locked in the frame” and are always moving, changing and flowing with where life takes you. Where you also say “I calmly live errtime,” it made me think that the word ‘still life’ actually comes from the Dutch ‘stilleven,’ which literally means something like ‘quiet life,’ ‘still (as in silent, calm) life’ – despite everything you show off, you still try to find moments of calmness and stillness in an ever-changing life through your love for art and knowledge. As you end the verses with the lyrics “look at my stain,” I hear once again how you want to make an impact through your art – while you may change, your personality and life may change, the impact that your art has will be constant, much like a still life. Another incredibly insightful song made with beautiful metaphors from the art you are so passionate about!

3. All Day (with Tablo)

Can I first say that it warmed my heart that you worked with Tablo!! I know how you’ve looked up to him and it was beautiful to see you both come together – your voices mesh so well! This was another energising hip-hop number that I enjoyed. I particularly loved hearing Still Life transition into All Day – the similar rhythms and melodies at the beginning made it an excellent choice to put them one after another on the album.

This song sounds fun and energetic and always has me dancing along, but the lyrics are truly very insightful. I really enjoyed your take on the algorithm and information age – “Fuck the AI, fuck the algorithm/I need to think, fuck all the rhythm/My biorhythm gives me no time to think…” The poetry of these lyrics is amazing and wonderfully captures the repetitive way that AI and algorithms feed us information and content, preventing us from thinking on our own. Thus, we really are fighting to live life authentically and find our true selves when we’re surrounded by machines trying to tell us what to think. I love how these first few tracks focus on retaining your humanity, purpose and drive when the world is against you . In ‘Yun,’ you focus on the importance of ‘being human till the death of you', in ‘Still Life,’ on moving forward and not being locked into a single idea of yourself, and with ‘All Day,’ on the importance of dreaming, living and having your own perspective in an age where you’re constantly fed information, beliefs and thoughts. It was really a different perspective on things and I enjoyed listening to this song!

4. Forg_tful (with Kim Sawol)

I really liked this song a lot. It was one of my favourites with the gentle guitar melody and I felt so comforted by your wonderful singing voice! The song conveys an anxious sadness beautifully. I really like this lyric – “I’m sorry, I have so many thoughts/I don’t have enough memory.” The double metaphor between forgetting regular things when your mind is too cluttered with worries, and being a phone or laptop that’s running out of storage because it’s filled with too many things is wonderful. Trying to go through the motions when you’re struggling can make you feel much like you’re a machine running on empty. “With numerous thorns/The morning that comes and goes/In my own way/I am anesthetising myself…” I loved how this captures the feeling of your repeating thoughts taking over days and nights, such that you feel numb to everything and days pass by you. The song reminds me of a sudden moment of quiet contemplation – it feels like suddenly finding yourself alone in an empty field, and realising that the constant slew of your thoughts has made you numb, forgetful, and bare, much like this song’s simple accompaniment and melodies.

5. Closer (with Paul Blanco and Mahalia)

6. Change Pt. 2

Haha, it’s late and I’m getting tired now. But I really do want to mention each song.

I really enjoyed listening to Closer – it presented a completely different façade of your music that I hadn’t heard before. I really enjoyed listening to a painful love song from you – something I had not heard in a while! The song conveys a very deep sense of yearning and beautifully shows the feeling of parting from someone. The repetitive rhythms in your verses at the beginning convey frustration and pain. Meanwhile, Paul Blanco’s verse completely changes up the vibe of the song, creating a suave tone which feels like reminiscing on intimate moments spent with someone you lost. The outro, meanwhile, felt like a resigned acceptance of the situation – you’ve truly lost this person, there’s no “take two” and you force yourself to let them go despite how painful it is.

Change Pt.2 was a song with a very cool vibe! It grew on me after I listened to it a few times. The saw synth creates a very raw and angry noise when you sing "Fuck that wiki, fuck all those infos" and describe how people are stuck on old ideas of you and don't realise you have changed. The grating sound of the saw synth matches the anger you’re conveying to people who don’t see your growth. But suddenly, after the second chorus, "things change people change" I hear blues chords on piano – it's a refreshing and gentler sound, followed by "you gotta admit it/don't you get it still/someday a great grief will take over you.” Your anger seems to change into a calm, nonchalant acceptance that people who stick with the old versions of you and don't see your growth will face consequences. Those who treat you wrong will get their karma. All you can do is move on and accept that you will keep changing in the future. I truly loved how you used the music to convey these thoughts.

7. Lonely

This was my favourite song on the album! I think writing about loneliness is just so universal. As someone who has felt lonely a lot, I connected with the song easily.

The guitar and simple melody and beats were pleasing to my ears. I think this song paints a different picture of loneliness compared to other songs you have written about it. Songs like ‘uhgood’ sounded dark and grey, like a deep sadness. But ‘Lonely’ sounds blue, it contains sadness but also frustration and a wish for change. While the other songs seemed to skirt around the feeling of loneliness, (“feeling out place hurts so much/unless you experience it you won’t know it”) and approached it cautiously, as though not wanting to accept it, ‘Lonely’ screams it out loud and hits the heart instantly (“I’m fuckin’ lonely/somebody love me”). Something about the sound of the song gave off the vibes of a city of tall buildings passing by you in a car – you watch life pass by while you feel lonely and too small amongst the largeness of a foreign place.

I’m not sure when you wrote this among the years you’ve archived. But I do hope this feeling has passed you by. I wonder where you wrote this and which city inspired it. You helped me greatly during my times of loneliness – I truly hope that we, or anyone at all – can do the same as you did for me. I cherished this song since I first connected with your music over this feeling.

8. Hectic (with Colde)

I was most excited to see you working with Colde!! You introduced me to his music when you recommended his song ‘Poem (Shhh)’, and since then I have grown to really appreciate his music. I really liked this song too and I think your voice fits beautifully with Colde’s. You are both two of my favourite rappers/singers, so it was a collaboration I really awaited.

I thought the introductory 7 seconds of the song truly captured its essence. The tempo of the beats at the beginning seems to be getting faster, but really, their tempo is the same. The only thing that changes is the volume and the fade-in of the cymbal. I feel like that completely fits the theme of a stressful and hectic day. It specifically portrays the feeling of being stressed or burnt out because of familiarity, because of doing the same thing again and again. It feels like everything is speeding up around you and you can't keep up. But truly nothing's changed – it's the over-familiarity and stickiness of your routine which grows louder and seems to make everything so stressful. It's interesting because you speak of living in Seoul and your busy schedules and life in this song and convey it so simply in just 7 seconds.

I see a lot more frustration in the lyrics from Tracks 4/5. It was interesting to listen to this and think about how hectic city life gets. People often have long days that begin very early and end very late at night, with long commutes and busy work hours – ‘endless chasing’ to make their living that seems romantic at first in a big city, but really ends up being quite tiring. And yet, people in these big cities still have a strange attachment to the place they live in and the life they have, despite how crazily tiring it is – “we still love and hate this city”. I think you both captured this feeling beautifully and I was so happy to listen to how a collaboration between two of my favourite artists turned out!

9. Wild Flower (with youjeen)

This song broke my heart, honestly. I can barely bring myself to write about it because it’s so emotional and I’m not sure what I could say when you’ve expressed the deepest feelings of your heart so wonderfully to us. I remember listening to you during the Festa Dinner and I was pained because even then, I could sense the exhaustion you were feeling. But with this, you opened your heart up to us, and I truly hope your time away will give you some respite.

Your voice is open and filled with raw emotion as your describe how your passion, “yearning for flames” truly started to burn and you now wish for a “barren field.” A place where fame is not blooming, exploding, stimulating you constantly like a wild flower field, while you desperately try to figure out your next steps in a world that has its eyes on you. I love how you twist the lines “where’s your soul, where’s your dream” from your song Persona. Persona comments on the human sense of identity and how learning who you truly are is something you go through all your life, and thus you never truly know your “soul” or “dream” which constantly changes. However, Wild Flower uses these lines in a much more emotional way – asking them as serious questions with a sense of, “when did I lose my passion?” where did my soul and my love for my dreams go in the midst of achieving them?" Youjeen’s emotional voice on the chorus only adds to the beauty of this song and it truly reaches straight to the heart. I know you feel like you cannot go on and are losing touch, and in those moments, stopping is the best you can do. The fact that you continued with such vigour despite these feelings, for our sake, is so admirable, and I truly hope you know that we have been proud of you with every choice you have made.

I cannot convey how much I do think that whatever you did these past two years was impactful and that truly, I do not know what my life would be without you all. I have said it many times, and I will say it again, but you are indeed so, so impactful. You are not speaking silence at all. I hope you are able to rediscover your purpose, dreams, destination and happiness. We will wait for you till then and will always support what you do. You don’t have to be like others to us, we just want you to show us you, however you choose to do that. Thank you for sharing these very personal emotions with us. We will wait in the purple ocean for your return from the flower field.

10. No. 2 (with parkjiyoon)

This song felt like a direct opposite to Wild Flower – the opening notes are similar, but the message is completely different. With the previous one, you look back on the past, wondering where your passion and dreams went and how to move forward through the exhaustion. With No.2, you remind yourself that through everything, you’ve always done your best with what you know and thus it’s best to not look back at past mistakes constantly when life “remains like a bonus” to be lived right before you.

The first verse is unconventional, saying “I smile/that I ain’t gotta prove myself/That I ain’t the one/That I ain’t the shit” – usually these are compliments, but it seems you take the pressure off yourself, saying that it’s okay if you’re not perfect, if you’re not all that, so long as you learn, pick yourself up and move forward, living life just as it comes. This song feels so gentle, almost like a hug and a pat on the head. This was such a hopeful and reassuring ending to the album – a beautiful message about accepting yourself and all your past mistakes. I enjoyed the vibe of the song and it was definitely one of my favourites!

Overall, thank you for Indigo. I really enjoyed it and have been listening to it again and again in order, like you recommended. It flows beautifully, showing the beliefs, then the feelings, and lastly, the hopes of Namjoon in his twenties. You created it masterfully, with some very talented creators!

I hope you’re resting a bit after the album release. I hope you know we are really enjoying it. I loved seeing your thoughts about it on Weverse – reading a long letter from you always cheers me up. I hope you share some behind stories soon for the album – I would really love to hear more about it!

As always, I love you and miss you. I hope you’re staying warm and healthy in the winter.

Lots of love x

#writing #music #adagio apassionato #bts #rm #kim namjoon #namjoon #suga #jin #jimin #indigo by rm #jungkook #jhope #v #kpop

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lyrsui · 7 months

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currently working on a poetry manuscript,

and that's been true for the last four years. but around this time in 2019, i had a handful of poems, and i had some vague ideas of what i was writing about--at first i thought i was writing a satirical commentary on internet culture, but then as i wrote more and more, i had these other pieces that were like... sadder. in early versions of the book, i tried to tell a straightforward sort of "story" but the poems didn't work quite that way. so, i found other ways to sort them.

so, what have i accomplished since then?

in the fall of 2019, i probably had like 6-8 poems tops

then i signed up for a yearlong writing program at the start of 2020. it was costly, but it helped me a lot. it was a crash course in poetry. i read books. i wrote new poems. at the end of the program, mid-2021, i had something like 20-25 poems, but i was not yet at a full-length count.

i spent another year writing poems on my own. i joined a writing workshop or two but mostly i wrote in solitude. i finally got to about 35 poems by the summer of 2022. i felt hopeful.

in fall 2022, i submitted my manuscript to first book contests. i had done a lot of revising on my own. i asked a person or two to be my beta-readers. i felt good about most of my poems, as i had been diligently revising the 2019 drafts to their best, and i was nervous about the newer pieces but happy to have them included.

i received a lot of rejections. but i had two poems published online, and a third included in a horror poetry anthology. i was also named a semifinalist for one of the book contests i'd entered. these were all small wins.

i took a break from the poetry stuff to focus on school, then on job hunting. now things in my life have settled down and i am back to thinking about poetry.

i signed up for a poetry conference this weekend, where real live editors offer their genuine feedback and talk craft with us. i'm excited by the opportunity. i was given the first ten pages of notes and some of it was cutting, but goodness it's been so long since i really had sharp feedback on my work, and i am appreciative of it nonetheless. the conference runs till Monday morning. the notes are truly invaluable.

i plan to pursue an MFA in 2025, which would only be an extension of the $$$$ i am invested in my writing already. the yearlong workshop was several thousand, the conference a couple thousand as well. the manuscript consultations i plan to pay for will also run me a few hundred each, and the submission fees add up quick. truly, no one is lying when they say that writing is a pursuit mired in privilege. I am grateful to work a day job that makes a lot of all this easier, but it's cushioned work, isn't it? i recognize that more and more lately.

i am not mentioning the price tags to brag, but really just to highlight that money has felt so necessary in lieu of organic connections or inner networks. money isn't buying me placements in top tier lit mags but i feel like it is buying me the notes and feedback to guide my revision towards stronger poems that may one day be lit mag worthy.

i am excited by the work ahead. invigorated by the energy of knowing i have work worth launching into the world. i plan to use october to edit and refine, as there are many upcoming contests and i want to have better drafts to send along than i sent last year.

i plan to sign up for more paid workshops that will help me with drafting my fiction. i only have one short story under my belt, and i'd like to slowly round out that list too, eventually having three then five then ten, all in rotation to lit mags submissions too. i want my name to hold weight eventually. to become familiar.

it feels really good to have clear dreams and a clear plan for my writing career. my goal is to work on these poems and continue trying to place them. to partake in writing programs that may help me get exposure to other editors and mentors, etc. i hope that by the time i am ready to apply to MFA programs that I will be able to ask for a reference or two out of these workshops. by the time i apply for a poetry MFA, i hope to just use the published poems and an unpublished one or two as well, to feel confident about my abilities. then i'll generate a second book of poetry, who knows about what, and publish that too.

it's all fun to think about!

#writing #creative writing #poetry #poetry community #notes on craft

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hellynandu · 9 months

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11. write a poem on serendipity

12. lost in time

13. echoes of laughter

14. Autumn’s kiss

15. write about your childhood dream

16. silver moonlight

17. did i choose this solitude?

18. i’d paint the skies for you

19. do you promise to hold my hand and never let go.

20. mystery

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bobmccullochny · 1 year

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History

May 25, 1787 - The Constitutional Convention began in Philadelphia with delegates from seven states forming a quorum.

May 25, 1994 - After 20 years in exile, Russian author Alexander Solzhenitsyn returned to his homeland. He had been expelled from Soviet Russia in 1974 after his three-volume work exposing the Soviet prison camp system, The Gulag Archipelago, was published in the West.

Birthday - American author and philosopher Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) was born in Boston, Massachusetts. His works include: Nature (1836), Essays, First Series (1841), Essays, Second Series (1844), Poems (1847, 1865), Representative Men (1850), English Traits (1856), The Conduct of Life (1860), and Society and Solitude (1870).

#Todays Smile

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poemoftheday · 1 year

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Poem of the Day 25 March 2023

The Curse upon Edward by Thomas Gray WEAVE the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward’s race. Give ample room, and verge enough The characters of hell to trace. Mark the year, and mark the night, 5 When Severn shall re-echo with affright The shrieks of death, thro’ Berkley’s roofs that ring, Shrieks of an agonizing King! She-wolf of France, with unrelenting fangs, That tear’st the bowels of thy mangled mate, 10 From thee be born, who o’er thy country hangs The scourge of Heav’n. What terrors round him wait! Amazement in his van, with Flight combined, And Sorrow’s faded form, and Solitude behind. Mighty Victor, mighty Lord! 15 Low on his funeral couch he lies! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior fled? Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. 20 The swarm that in thy noon tide beam were born? Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o’er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; 25 Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind’s sway, That, hush’d in grim repose, expects his evening prey. Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare; 30 Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast: Close by the regal chair Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, 35 Lance to lance, and horse to horse? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro’ the kindred squadrons mow their way. Ye Towers of Julius, London’s lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed, 40 Revere his consort’s faith, his father’s fame, And spare the meek usurper’s holy head. Above, below, the rose of snow, Twined with her blushing foe, we spread: The bristled boar in infant-gore 45 Wallows beneath the thorny shade. Now, brothers, bending o’er th’ accursèd loom Stamp we our vengeance deep, and ratify his doom. Edward, lo! to sudden fate (Weave we the woof. The thread is spun) 50 Half of thy heart we consecrate. (The web is wove. The work is done.)

#poetry #poem of the day #poem #thomas gray

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brookston · 1 year

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Holidays 11.27

Holidays

Bargle Day

Cerro de Pasco Day (Peru)

Festival of Solitude

Fort Day

Freckle Pride Day

Get the Giggles and Give One Away Day

Lancashire Day (UK)

Maaveerar Day (Tamil Eelam, Sri Lanka)

National Electric Guitar Day

Naval Infantry Day (Russia)

Pie in the Face Day

Pins and Needles Day

Solemn Day

Teacher’s Day (Spain)

Turtle Adoption Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

National American Beer Day

National Bavarian Cream Pie Day

National Craft Jerky Day

4th & Last Sunday in November

Artist’s Sunday [Sunday after Thanksgiving]

Crystal Skull World Day [4th Sunday]

1st Sunday in Advent [4th Sunday before Xmas] (a.k.a. ...

Adventssonntag (Germany)

Advent Sunday

Midwinter Horn Blowing (Netherlands)

Stir-Up Sunday

John F. Kennedy Day (Massachusetts) [Last Sunday]

Pasadena Doo Dah Parade [Sunday after Thanksgiving]

Small Brewery Sunday [Sunday after Thanksgiving]

Feast Days

Acarius of Tournai (Christian; Saint)

Air Guitar Day (Pastafarian)

Barlaam and Josaphat (Christian; Saint)

Bilihildis (Christian; Saint)

Clovis I (Christian; Saint)

Congar of Congresbury (Christian; Saint)

Eugene V. Debs Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Facundus and Primitivus (Christian; Saint)

Feast of Ullr and Skadi (Asatru/Norse Pagan)

Franklin (Positivist; Saint)

Grog Guzzling Day (Pastafarian)

Humilis of Bisignano (Christian; Saint)

Inspector Raccoonseau (Muppetism)

James Intercisus (Christian; Saint)

Leonard of Port Maurice (Christian; Saint)

Maharsapor (Christian; Saint)

Maximus, Bishop of Riez (Christian; Saint)

Meath (Christian; Saint)

Our Lady of the Miraculous Medal (Roman Catholic)

Secundinus (a.k.a. Seachnal; Christian; Saint)

Siffredus of Carpentras (Christian; Saint)

Vergilius of Salzburg (a.k.a. Virgil; Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Prime Number Day: 331 [67 of 72]

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

All Things Must Pass, by George Harrison (Album; 1970)

Also Sprach Zarathustra, by Richard Strauss (Tone Poem; 1896)

Bosom Buddies (TV Series; 1980)

The Crucible (Film; 1996)

Eeeny Meeny Miney Mo, recorded by Ginger Rogers and Johnny Mercer (Song; 1935)

Eight Crazy Nights (Animated Film; 2002)

Frozen (Animated Disney Film; 2013)

Fun in Acapulco (Film; 1963) [Elvis Presley #13]

The Grand Wazoo, by Frank Zappa (Album; 1972)

I Knew You Were Trouble, by Taylor Swift (Album; 2012)

Knives Out (Film; 2019)

Magical Mystery Tour, by The Beatles (Album; 1967)

My Girl (Film; 1991)

Rocky IV (Film; 1985)

The Two Popes (Film; 2019)

Today’s Name Days

Albrecht, Brunhilde, Uta (Austria)

Maksim, Valerije, Virgilije (Croatia)

Xenie (Czech Republic)

Facindus (Denmark)

Asta, Astra, Astrid (Estonia)

Hilkka (Finland)

Séverin (France)

Albrecht, Brunhilde, Ida, Uta (Germany)

Virgil (Hungary)

Cosimo, Massimo, Virgilio (Italy)

Laimdots, Lauris, Norberts (Latvia)

Girvydė, Skomantas, Virgilijus (Lithuania)

Torlaug, Torleif (Norway)

Damazy, Dominik, Leonard, Maksymilian, Oda, Stojgniew, Walery, Wirgiliusz (Poland)

Milan (Slovakia)

Delfina, Facundo, Virgilio (Spain)

Asta, Astrid, Estrid (Sweden)

Palladiy (Ukraine)

Fergus, Farrel, Farrell, Ferrell, Ginger, Virgil, Virgilia, Virginia (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 331 of 2022; 34 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of week 47 of 2022

Celtic Tree Calendar: Is (Stasis) [Day 2 of 28]

Chinese: Month 11 (Dōngyuè), Day 4 (Jia-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Tiger (until January 22, 2023)

Hebrew: 3 Kislev 5783

Islamic: 3 Jumada I 1444

J Cal: 1 Zima; Sunday [1 of 30]

Julian: 14 November 2022

Moon: 20%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 23 Frederic (12th Month) [Franklin]

Runic Half Month: Ruis (Elder) [Day 3 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 66 of 90)

Zodiac: Sagittarius (Day 5 of 30)

Calendar Changes

Zima (Month 12 of 12; J Calendar) [Winter]

#calendar #Holidays

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brookstonalmanac · 1 year

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Holidays 11.27

Holidays

Bargle Day

Cerro de Pasco Day (Peru)

Festival of Solitude

Fort Day

Freckle Pride Day

Get the Giggles and Give One Away Day

Lancashire Day (UK)

Maaveerar Day (Tamil Eelam, Sri Lanka)

National Electric Guitar Day

Naval Infantry Day (Russia)

Pie in the Face Day

Pins and Needles Day

Solemn Day

Teacher’s Day (Spain)

Turtle Adoption Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

National American Beer Day

National Bavarian Cream Pie Day

National Craft Jerky Day

4th & Last Sunday in November

Artist’s Sunday [Sunday after Thanksgiving]

Crystal Skull World Day [4th Sunday]

1st Sunday in Advent [4th Sunday before Xmas] (a.k.a. ...

Adventssonntag (Germany)

Advent Sunday

Midwinter Horn Blowing (Netherlands)

Stir-Up Sunday

John F. Kennedy Day (Massachusetts) [Last Sunday]

Pasadena Doo Dah Parade [Sunday after Thanksgiving]

Small Brewery Sunday [Sunday after Thanksgiving]

Feast Days

Acarius of Tournai (Christian; Saint)

Air Guitar Day (Pastafarian)

Barlaam and Josaphat (Christian; Saint)

Bilihildis (Christian; Saint)

Clovis I (Christian; Saint)

Congar of Congresbury (Christian; Saint)

Eugene V. Debs Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Facundus and Primitivus (Christian; Saint)

Feast of Ullr and Skadi (Asatru/Norse Pagan)

Franklin (Positivist; Saint)

Grog Guzzling Day (Pastafarian)

Humilis of Bisignano (Christian; Saint)

Inspector Raccoonseau (Muppetism)

James Intercisus (Christian; Saint)

Leonard of Port Maurice (Christian; Saint)

Maharsapor (Christian; Saint)

Maximus, Bishop of Riez (Christian; Saint)

Meath (Christian; Saint)

Our Lady of the Miraculous Medal (Roman Catholic)

Secundinus (a.k.a. Seachnal; Christian; Saint)

Siffredus of Carpentras (Christian; Saint)

Vergilius of Salzburg (a.k.a. Virgil; Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Prime Number Day: 331 [67 of 72]

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

All Things Must Pass, by George Harrison (Album; 1970)

Also Sprach Zarathustra, by Richard Strauss (Tone Poem; 1896)

Bosom Buddies (TV Series; 1980)

The Crucible (Film; 1996)

Eeeny Meeny Miney Mo, recorded by Ginger Rogers and Johnny Mercer (Song; 1935)

Eight Crazy Nights (Animated Film; 2002)

Frozen (Animated Disney Film; 2013)

Fun in Acapulco (Film; 1963) [Elvis Presley #13]

The Grand Wazoo, by Frank Zappa (Album; 1972)

I Knew You Were Trouble, by Taylor Swift (Album; 2012)

Knives Out (Film; 2019)

Magical Mystery Tour, by The Beatles (Album; 1967)

My Girl (Film; 1991)

Rocky IV (Film; 1985)

The Two Popes (Film; 2019)

Today’s Name Days

Albrecht, Brunhilde, Uta (Austria)

Maksim, Valerije, Virgilije (Croatia)

Xenie (Czech Republic)

Facindus (Denmark)

Asta, Astra, Astrid (Estonia)

Hilkka (Finland)

Séverin (France)

Albrecht, Brunhilde, Ida, Uta (Germany)

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Notes on Love: A Pocketbook

by : Murathan Mungan

1. Every sentiment that makes us feel the world still has a future is related to love.

2. Love is Creation’s gift to humans. Whether you accept it or not is up to you.

3. The best forms of love make us discover ourselves.

4. A fig’s milk, a pomegranate’s seed, dew on grapes—in the right season, they are all love!

5. The Turkish word “aşk,” they say, comes from the Arabic “aşeka.” It’s the name given to the climbing vine that grows by wrapping itself around the tree, feeds on it and, in time, desiccates the tree. Nature does not err.

6. Love is the most durable material in history; look at the poems, songs, stories, operas, novels, plays and film made to understand the undeniable power of love over the centuries. Aren’t you surprised that this oldest of subjects never grows old?

7. Those who say you love only once assume that the heart is a one-use, disposable object.

8. When writing about love, you cannot ignore Pascal’s famous words: “Love has its own reasons, beyond reason.”

9. We ask life for memories, to feel that we are alive. Love is one of those means.

10. The ego is not all bad. A good love, above all, requires a strong ego.

11. Love is life’s detail work.

12. I have two hearts; one is mute, the other my translator.

13. Love always leaves behind stories worth reading.

14. Often, love owes its written form to having ended.

15. Regardless of your religion, love is your denomination.

16. In love’s fever, even your own bones feel like a cage to you. Your soul mixed with the universe, you cannot escape.

17. The heart keeps its door unlocked. Love is how the heart periodically updates itself. This is love’s orbit. A cosmic reminder.

18. Some loves are so good that they cannot last. That’s why you should know when to draw the curtain.

19. You wait to get on trains that don’t stop at your station, then ask, where is love?

20. Love is served when the heart is hot. Don’t let your heart get cold.

21. Some loves are like storms that stop all of a sudden. You don’t understand how they ended either.

22. The great solitude of unrequited love: stays with you wherever you go!

23. Intricate games and tricks played with a double deck of cards: in love as in every relationship between two people.

24. Every sentiment of a mind that affirms love only when it has become obvious raises suspicion.

25. Perhaps love is merely reincarnation. The re-embodiment of emotions, of past hopes and expectations. Of one’s being inside itself.

26. To those who say love is an illusion: As if everything in the world is real and love alone is an illusion, deception.

27. If you break up in autumn, it’ll hurt more. See: The History of Experiences.

28. Whatever percent of the human body is water, the same is true of love. Water is life. Thirst scorches.

29. Love is sometimes just a need for consolation. All human beings, by our very existence, need consolation.

30. Can we say, love that turns adults into children turns children into adults?

31. To assume that our experiences are common to humanity and to name and define them as such is a fundamental deception. Love too receives its share from it. We think everything we live through is the common experience of humanity. Yet, at times or often, similarities deceive.

32. When it’s very cold outside, love is the warmest place.

33. Some notebooks of the heart never close.

34. Fear and courage in love too work by the same rules.

35. I never believed that stingy people could have generous hearts. Weigh everyone on their own inner scales.

36. Love is an experience in mystery. That’s why some fail.

37. Keep your love in your blood, your tears for separation... Time knows the time for either to flow.

38. When in love, some need scarecrows for their scare of heights.

39. To seek the truth in love is not for the weak-hearted.

40. Sometimes love is a type of enmity, as enmity is sometimes a type of love. The scale’s bowls keep switching positions. The counterweight that knows not what it weighs with what.

41. Both love and death show up one day. Because behind each, there is a life. The path forward or the life left behind.

42. Some seek not a lover but an actor to share the lead role with, in a story they author. This is why their love affairs resemble melodramas or photo-romances. A similar case: The self-absorbed in search of love who merely longs for an extra in a solo performance.

43. What some call love is heart flutter, easily managed.

44. Love has its secret negotiations.

45. When we fall in love, but truly, head-to-toe in love, all the flaws of the soul, its damaged parts, all the defects of our being come into light.

46. Where, I wonder, is love in quantum physics.

47. Some love poems are inscribed in cuneiform - the walls of the heart scarred with nail marks.

48. Every act of falling in love entails dreams, illusions, hallucinations. It works to fill the emptiness of the unknown with blurry pictures made of the vague lines of expectations.

49. Just as certain serial lovers we meet in life and art remind us of serial killers.

50. For some, a new love is like the revised and expanded edition of a book. You cannot decide which of the two is worse.

51. Few people touch on this part of the matter: Love is also knowledge. The kind of knowledge you won’t gain in any other way.

52. Everything heretofore experienced brings you to someone. When he shows up, There he is!

53. The rest is time spent to realize whether or not he is the one. After all, to err is human.

54. Each love is the legend of its beholder. Personal legend. As with all legends, it seeks to reproduce itself.

55. Who wouldn’t want to avoid making the same mistake again? But in matters of love, which heart has ever heeded the scolding of years? Sometimes life forces us to see the same movie again. Clearly, we’ve liked that movie, no matter how often we were disappointed by its remakes.

56. Let me just say, there is something called love’s revenge. But don’t ask, what is it like? Just know as much or you’ll remember it when the time comes. Agreed?

57. Poems, songs, novels, and films show the parts of love worth seeing. Never mind the rest, you’ll hear them from others anyhow.

58. Love itself is benevolent. Malice belongs to lovers.

59. Love is the clever trick of death. Its face that winks at us. We remember where we had seen it not while living but dying.

60. I encountered resistance to love as often as I have resolve to fall in love. Stubbornness lacks variety. They all look alike.

61. The thrill of hope for a future is replaced in time by the bittersweet consolation of memories. Old loves, what we experienced as love, what we thought was love, we remake them into new loves, with altogether incomparable sentiments. In time everyone falls in love with the times they were young.

62. Some loves carry the traces of idol-worship.

63. Love means never to give up hope. Trust, commitment, belief: these justify the need for hope, its possibility. Love is a close relation to hope. This is why the words, Love and Revolution, go well together.

64. True love, true poetry, true art and such “true” characterizations are “truly” problematic. Not only do they provoke inconclusive debates, they also ossify misunderstandings. How are you to measure the authenticity of those who start by saying, “Theirs is not true love in the first place”? Isn’t there something fake about their confidence in their authenticity?

65. Some loves are the consequence of what came before them. They deceive the lover. What’s reflected in the present is the shadow of a story that was previously interrupted or one that could never begin. The lover mistakes the shadow for new love. What you call “new” is not easy to build inside you. Everywhere is covered with the remains of the earlier dwellers.

66. Mockery, smirking under the moustache are among the shields that men hide behind. Love too receives its share from such mockery. That smirk sets fast in some people’s faces when they really fall in love, while in others, the mocking grin gradually overtakes their entire face, hardens, turns ice-cold, freezes.

67. Love after prolonged courtship sometimes meets a premature end -- in defeat... You have depleted all your material during courtship, like an over rehearsed actor who leaves nothing for the stage...

68. Some men are afraid not of love itself, nor of falling in love, but of love’s terror.

69. What people call thunderstruck is not always thunderstruck. It could also be just an ordinary heart reflex that we want to exalt by giving it a mythic label. If it’s not lunacy at first sight, if reason isn’t eclipsed for a while, and even worse, if this reason isn’t scarred for life, then it isn’t thunderstruck. I say this not because I know what thunderstruck is but because I know what it is not.

70. The hopeless melancholy of those in love with people who lack the inner wherewithal to love; soul-scarring despair. The algebra, the geometry of being human.

71. Short-lived love seems inevitable for those who don’t let their passion ripen. No love can be confined within the boundaries of the present time. Love itself decides when to warp spacetime. Or seen another way: Love’s spacetime itself decides when it can be warped. Poetic logic: can we call this the heart’s quantum?

72. Some loves turn into permanent memory in one’s life. You cannot get past them or skip over them. They don’t give you grief or pain but just stay there, as unresolved. There and in the coffer of remembrance, always.

73. Love never stays as it begins. This is true infinity.

74. A few constants in the flow of time.

75. Love and separation have their reasons, eyes shut.

76. The absence that envelops every place: love’s aftermath.

77. Some mistake their pyromania for love. Yet what scorches their soul is a desire to burn themselves, looking for a surface excuse. The spark of a face remembered an echo... The envelop cannot contain the letter inside, you are left with nothing but a scorched soul.

78. Passion is the most dangerous flammable material.

79. Certain questions by your lover offer you two options: either telling the truth or fashioning a suitable answer that will satisfy them. Depending on the circumstance, either can later be grounds for separation.

80. The love we have made to wait inside us yearns to be on stage. Right place, right time, right person. If Aristotle hadn’t said it, let me say it: These are love’s three unities. A rule of life that is not always possible to satisfy.

81. Those who watch from a distance know some love stories more intimately.

82. The wasteful love affairs of a greedy-heart and the spendthrift’s poverty have much in common. Yet, the paradoxical difference is significant: it is the first who suffers from poverty while the second from lack.

83. Those who find almost every word spoken about love as adolescent drivel do not even possess the inner strength to question why they see so much depth in words spoken about loneliness and buffed with the sheen of masculinity. Adolescence is best known by its fears.

84. We had loved each other when love was love, didn’t we?

85. In the end, love stays alone. One day, everyone leaves.

REF: https://www.valentino.com/en-us/experience/the-narratives/murathan-mungan

Murathan Mungan is a playwright, poet, author and songwriter. He has eighty-five books including poetry, short stories, plays, novels, screenplays, thought pieces and essays, all published by Metis Publishing. His poetry book, Yaz Gecer (Summer too Passes), play Mahmud ile Yezida (Mahmud and Yezida), collection of short stories Cenk Hikayeleri (Tales of Valor, to be published by Northwestern UP in 2022), and his recent novel, Şairin Romanı (The Poet's Novel) are among his most well-known works. He has two albums compiling his most popular lyrics performed by popular Turkish musicians such as Sezen Aksu, Yeni Türkü, Candan Erçetin,  Mor ve Ötesi, and Ajda Pekkan; Söz Vermiş Şarkılar and 2020 Model: Murathan Mungan. Copyright © Murathan Mungan, 2022 All rights reserved

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John Lennon and Sir Paul McCartney at 20 Forthlin Road (Mike McCartney/PA)

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Simon Kuper: If you put together Anna Funder’s recent book on George Orwell with Jennifer Burns’ biography of Milton Friedman, an oddly similar story emerges. Both men, especially Friedman, co-created their most famous works with their wives. In Friedman’s case, with several other women besides. Orwell’s marriage to Eileen O’Shaughnessy seems to have prompted his best writing. She had written a dystopian poem about 1984 and helped convince him to turn his anti-Stalinism into a fable, Animal Farm. A little later, Friedman had the advantage over sexist male peers in realising that there were brilliant female economists who possessed few career options beyond working for him. To quote his wife Rose: “You can’t tell who wrote what, the style is the same throughout the books. I always tell people we work as one; we are one.” Funder and Burns have given forgotten women their place in history. But their findings also point to a truth that’s becoming evident about writing: often it’s collective rather than singular. The myth of the Great Writer creating in solitude is only sometimes true.

People have long understood that most acts of creation are collaborative: pop music, sport, films, inventing the atomic bomb. Only for books, especially fiction, does the presumption of the lone genius hang on. That might have surprised Shakespeare, who co-wrote some of his plays and adapted many from other writers’ work. But at some point, literature grew snooty about collaboration. Writers who did do it, like the two cousins who co-wrote detective stories under the name Ellery Queen, often pretended there was a single author. The author Malcolm Gladwell told Vanity Fair: “Writers . . . have this false ethic of originality. Whereas musicians are like, ‘Yeah, totally — we took this little bit from that song. And it’s inspired by this.’ I love how open they are about the fact that creativity is a collective enterprise. I want writers to be able to talk that way.”

Look at what happened when two musicians, John Lennon and Paul McCartney, co-wrote. They took collaboration for granted. Their biographer Hunter Davies, who had the unfathomable privilege of sitting in Paul’s house in Cavendish Avenue, St John’s Wood, watching them write “With a Little Help from my Friends”, recounts their method. They would sit there for hours, John playing the guitar and Paul “banging on the piano”, and when one of them thought up a line, they would edit it together. “Do you believe in love at first sight?” tried John, but there weren’t enough syllables for the melody. Paul added “a” in front of love, then John changed the opening to “Would you believe . . . ” While they were writing, visitors often dropped by — one friend sat reading a horoscope magazine — and John and Paul asked them for suggestions. The two would collaborate with anyone. Davies says that their assistant roadie Mal Evans, who wasn’t even a big Beatles fan, supposedly came up with the name “Sergeant Pepper”. Lennon and McCartney, equal parts inspiration and irritation, were better together, perhaps like Orwell and O’Shaughnessy.

This kind of literary collaboration made a comeback in our century. During the “golden age of streaming”, now ending, some great novelists co-wrote television series in writers’ rooms. Dramatists in Shakespeare’s time had worked in much the same way. In my brief glimpses of writers’ rooms, I saw the potential. One day, working on a fictional series that went nowhere, our team included an Italian woman who had been flown in for her expertise in writing female characters. Every writer has weaknesses and blind spots. A good writers’ room has fewer. No wonder that one of the most admired novelists of our time, Elena Ferrante, may in fact be a writers’ room. Elena Ferrante is a pseudonym. There is a whole genre of literary sleuthing devoted to uncovering who she is. In 2018, Rachel Donadio wrote an essay in The Atlantic magazine that possibly solved the mystery. Donadio suggested that Ferrante is at least two people: Anita Raja and her husband Domenico Starnone. Other writers and editors may have chipped in, too. After all, both Raja, as a literary translator, and Starnone, a successful screenwriter, had backgrounds in collaborative writing. Donadio also unearthed Starnone’s novel Autobiografia Erotica di Aristide Gambía, never published in English, which riffs on the mystery of Ferrante’s identity and laments a male author’s inability to create female characters. Perhaps Milton Friedman was also a writers’ room and (to a much lesser degree) Orwell. They should have just said so.

[Financial Times]

#collaboration #co-writing #parnership #Elena Ferrante #Simon Kuper #words and writing #reading and writing #articles #George Orwell #women #Milton Freedman #Paul McCartney #John Lennon #with a little help from my friends

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