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ghost-bxrd · 2 days
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Some Talon sketching ✍️
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louisegluck · 1 year
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Margaret Atwood, from “Owl Song.” [ID in alt text]
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marmosetpaw · 3 months
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apoemaday · 11 months
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Owl Song
by Margaret Atwood
I am the heart of a murdered woman who took the wrong way home who was strangled in a vacant lot and not buried who was shot with care beneath a tree who was mutilated by a crisp knife. There are many of us.
I grew feathers and tore my way out of her; I am shaped like a feathered heart. My mouth is a chisel, my hands the crimes done by hands.
I sit in the forest talking of death which is monotonous: though there are many ways of dying there is only one death song, the colour of mist: it says   Why   Why
I do not want revenge, I do not want expiation, I only want to ask someone how I was lost, how I was lost
I am the lost heart of a murderer who has not yet killed, who does not yet know he wishes to kill; who is still the same as the others
I am looking for him, he will have answers for me, he will watch his step, he will be cautious and violent, my claws will grow through his hands and become claws, he will not be caught.
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eggfeather · 4 months
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owl song
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derangedrhythms · 2 years
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Margaret Atwood, You Are Happy; from 'Owl Song'
TEXT ID: though there are many ways of dying there is only one death song, the colour of mist: it says Why Why
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nonesuchrecords · 3 months
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"Ambrose Akinmusire has always eschewed the usual trumpet clichés to forge a unique sound full of powerful emotions," Jazzwise's Nick Hasted writes of the magazine's February cover subject. "[H]e begins a new adventure on Nonesuch with Owl Song, with Bill Frisell and Herlin Riley … its murmured beauty and shifts of tone revealing more with each listen." You can read the feature here.
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zelzahdarkcloak · 1 year
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typewriter-worries · 2 years
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Owl Song, Margaret Atwood [transcript in alt]
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rookflower · 2 years
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ghost-bxrd · 16 hours
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Hi
For some non Ethiopia angst...
What if, for some reason, they (Bruce and Jason) end up having to place Dick in cryo?
Maybe he got hit with a toxin or a virus or something that can get past the electrum. Bruce is trying to find an antidote, but there isn't time - so the only option to buy time would be cryo.
Dick isn't unconscious at this point, but he's too out of it to understand why they have to do it. All he gets is that he is being put into one of the dreaded cold boxes again...
If it was just Bruce, he'd fight back. But his owlet is here too, his owlet is doing this to him, he can't fight Jason.
So he's all messed up from the toxin and PTSD and everything, pleading with Jason not to make him cold again, apologizing for whatever he must have done to earn the punishment, promising to do better...
(In case you can't tell, I love hurting the big bird a bit too much)
Thing is, if Jason ordered him to jump, Dick would. No questions asked.
If Jason told him to go into Cryo, Dick wouldn’t hesitate. Not for a second. He wouldn’t beg, he wouldn’t apologize, he wouldn’t do anything but obey. Because if Jason told him to… then his transgression (whatever it is) must have been bad enough to warrant punishment. To warrant being decommissioned, demoted to the “Tomb of the Unworthy”.
Look, Jason could tell him to behead himself and Dick would. Especially if his state of mind was altered with a toxin (Depending on how far along in the story we are at this point he would have to suffer a varying degree of mental impairment to regress to that stage, but still).
Bur for Jason… this is worse. He noticed early on the kind of control he could exert over Dick if he wanted to, and from day one he hated it. Because it’s wrong.
So when he tremulously tells Dick to get into the cryo chamber and Dick doesn’t even hesitate—- yeah, trauma for them both.
Poor Dick would still be scared, of course. He would never question Jason, his Voice, but he doesn’t understand— he thought he’d been doing a good job. It was just— he would have healed. Surely Jason knows that, right? It may take him a few hours to purge the toxin, but he’ll be back to full functionality very soon.
And if he’s not there— who’s going to make sure the owlet is safe? Dick doesn’t want to be cold. If he’s cold, he can’t protect the Voice/owlet/Jason.
But Jason ordered him to go in the freezing box.
So Talon will.
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rosemist50 · 1 year
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Just a big heap of cats. Birch and his sister Alder, and their mother Misty. Misty died, so their adopted mother is Petal, and she's with her brother Fox. Pink Eyes and Blossom are from Thunderclan, Frost is Shadowclan, Spotted Fur, Owl Song, Reed Tail, and Swift Minnow are Windclan. Fircone and Nettle are Skyclan, Rainswept Flower, Mud Paws, and Mouse Ear are also Shadowclan. Shaded Moss didn't get to join a group, he's also Rainswept Flower's father. Swift and Branch are loners.
Originally posted on IG December 2021
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stillreadingwarriors · 8 months
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Owl Song
September 5th, 2023
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sandflakedraws · 2 years
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i'm just wearing old bones from those that came first
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zkyeline · 1 year
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I had a vision
Edit: SOMEONE DID THE THING
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squids-and-waffles7 · 2 years
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slipping through my fingers
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