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usunezukoinezu · 1 year

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Tobias Hume (c.1575? - 1645)

What greater griefe

Captain Humes Poeticall Musicke (1607) - Music for Viols, Lute & Voice, Volume 1

Les Voix Humaines: Stephen Stubbs, Paul Audet, Réjean Poirier, Francis Colpron, Daniel Taylor

#Tobias Hume #Les Voix Humaines

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cwadamson · 2 years

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Tobacco Talk: Critique and Colonialism

This week I introduce my students to critique as we read depictions of smoking together.

Those, who deliberately inhale this noxious poison, are not putting their talents out to the best advantage, nor are they faithful servants of their Heavenly Master. So much might be said in condemnation of the impure and baneful practice of smoking, that an attempt to grasp the whole subject, would far exceed the limits of this simple Essay. – “Smoke Not” an Essay by Miss E. S. C of the British…

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#Anti-Smoking Tracts #Hermeneutics #Hermeneutics of Suspicion #Lisa Pegram #Marx #Nietzsche #Pipe Smoking #Poetry #Postcolonial Theory #Rudyard Kipling #Sigmund Freud #Smoking #The Gesture of Smoking #Tobias Hume

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amurr-reha · 8 months

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FFXIV Write 2023

Prompt 1: Envoy

“My my, what a warm welcome.” The newcomer jests in spite of the situation. “I surely expected him to be joking about how you’d react but here we are.”

The room was as welcoming as any of Isghard’s accommodations for those unwilling to pay a succulent price, absent of the lavish tapestries that the upper echelons surely adorned in their own quarters. The hearth however, was warm, wood sparking and snapping as the flames licked high against the stone, illuminating the room in a muted glow.

The door to the chamber opens without so much as a knock, and the click of a gun is unmistakable, echoing off the stone walls. The form that enters instantly freezes at the presence of a weapon being trained upon them but an amused smile creeps across their face.

“My my, what a warm welcome.” The newcomer jests in spite of the situation. “I surely expected him to be joking about how you’d react but here we are.”

Dagur’s lip curls ever so slightly at the unfamiliar males flippant tone, even more so after their scent gives away that it’s another Viera. Despite the heavy furs and cloth the shorter male wears, he’s still lithe and skin pale, most likely Veena and better built for the colder weather that plagues Coerthas than he. This male however is not the individual that Dagur was expecting to meet today and he is not fond of surprises.

“Says the welp who barged in so rudely.” Dagur snarks, his aim never wavering. “Who are you.”

Before the blonde haired Viera can respond, a second presence comes barreling into the chamber, grasping without hesitation onto the barrel of Dagur’s gun and lifting it up towards the ceiling, forcefully shoving the ochre eyed male back in the process, pushing them farther into the room. A flurry of hand gesturing gets thrown into his face immediately after and Dagur growls in irritation, but lowers his gun at the now familiar pair of eyes glaring at him. He may not be able to see the color of them any longer but the familiar scowl and set stubborn jaw is something he’d hardly forget.

“Tobias doesn’t seem too happy with you, in fact he’s asking if –“ the blonde Viera starts.

Ochre eyes jerk over to the Veena, glaring once more. “I know what he’s saying.” He bites out harshly, all but pushing the Rava away from him, who huffs back in irritation but neither move to engage any further. Dagur doesn’t elaborate either, their past remains buried back in the forest, where it should be, with Her. Tobias resettles into himself, crossing his arms before coming to stand at the Veena’s side, albeit a bit closer to the fire. Ishgard is a far cry from the humid forests of Golmore after all.

Dagur slides his gun back onto his back holster, eyes flickering to Tobias as the other Rava signs a quick sentence.

“Using Garlean weapons still, disappointing.”

Dagur clicks his tongue, signing back, “Not your business rassgat.”

“Well that certainly helps.” the Veena questions in surprise, clearly there is deeper roots to their relationship than Tobias let on, but he remains silent. His partner had always held his past tight to himself. “And with those pleasantries nearly out of the way, I’m Braeden, the one actually here to meet with the joyfully elusive envoy of the Redbills.”

Dagur pinches the bridge of his nose, cursing under his breath. “Envoy?”

Braeden cocks his hip as he muses for a moment. “Are you not? I was told by a very reliable source,” emerald eyes amusingly look over at his partner, who turns away as if uninterested. “-that you have good relations with both the Skysteel Manufactory and the Redbills.”

The sandy haired male idly adjusts the virtu goggles that sit just above his forehead before walking over to the lone table in the middle of the room. “Think what you will, but I don’t represent humes, and you’d best bite your tongue when it comes to those who you carelessly name aloud in this place.”

Braeden hums thoughtfully, ears twitching in interest when his eyes land on the unique goggles sitting upon Dagur’s head. A faint burst of magick brushes against his senses before sliding away, a curious thing. The male was stubborn, as are much of their kin he’s has the pleasure of interacting with over the years. He himself might not even realize his dealings with both entities is enough for him to act as envoy in name alone. “Liaison then.”

He grins at the sour look Dagur shoots him, but Tobias shifts next to him and signs something too quick for him to catch, a few unfamiliar signs he hasn’t been taught. Dagur however, has no issue understanding and closes his eyes in what seems like resignation, before tapping two fingers against the table. Whatever transpired between the two is not intended to be shared.

“I don’t care for idle chit chat, leave what you have for the Redbills here and it will be taken care of.”

Braeden huffs in amusement before digging into his coat pocket and procuring a small package, placing it before him. “Tell Mr. Myste with this, our end of the contract is fulfilled.” he claps his hands once in a jovial manner and Tobias rolls his eyes. “I’m sure we’ll be seeing you again. Anything you seek, my trade is likely to find.”

“Let’s go, it stinks here.” Tobias signs, smirking over at Dagur who returns it before walking over to clasp onto the other male's forearm.

“Haltu kjafti welp, leave. Be well.”

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ffxivwrite2023 #prompt 1 envoy

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maraismagic · 6 months

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Tune of the day: Tobias Hume

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moonkattinator · 1 year

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you know. in many ways tobias hume publishing alas poore men in 1602 kinda did what david lowery and daniel hart thought they were doing with the green knight (2021)

#go stream #this is a the green knight 2021 hate zone!#naomi posts

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cupandbridle · 4 years

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The title comes from Henry VI Part I, where Joan La Pucelle announces: “Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.” We learn this only at the end of the annotation by soprano Delia Agúndez, who together with Magraner’s viola da gamba and Robert Cases’s lute and theorbo make up the ensemble. Her note discusses melancholy and madness, Don Quixote and Hamlet, and Robert Burton’s The Anatomy of Melancholy. Yet after the passing reference to Don Quixote, she discusses only English writers and the program is made up of English composers alone.

The program of vocal solos is mediated by instrumental pieces from the same composers. Only John Dowland has more than one song (five, that is), while each of the other three (including the prolific Anonymous) has one. Understandably, the most famous composer dominates, while Tobias Hume (c. 1569–1645) is represented by What greater griefe, once recorded by Peter Kooij on Channel Classics (Fanfare 29:1), while William Corkine (early 17th century) is best represented in a Jordi Savall program (13:2). Agúndez was recently received favorably here on two discs devoted to Couperin and Purcell.

Once the rationale of the program is absorbed, the music can be heard with better appreciation. The singer is sensitive to the texts and the players give the instrumental pieces their due. Alfred Deller recorded four of the Dowland songs, the best-known of them, Flow my tears, also heard from most other singers devoted to songs of the period. A note on the back of the box, oddly left untranslated, indicates that the program originated as part of the soundtrack of a new Catalan film of the same title directed by Vicent Monsonís. (It involves Shakespeare and Christopher Marlowe.) Since the notes indicate that Magraner came up with the subject five years ago, Monsonís’s interest in filming a story around it is unclear. It’s best simply to enjoy the music in lovely performances.

[J.F. Weber; Fanfare magazine, 2020]

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oblivion-soave · 6 years

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Currently listening to...

18/06/2018

Terry Riley’s In C, Bob Haggart & Yank Lawson’s Big Noise from Winnetka, Tobias Hume’s Harke, harke performed by Jordi Savall, Claude Vivier’s Lonely Child performed by Marie-Danielle Parent, Astor Piazzolla’s Preludio para el año 3001 performed by Amelita Baltar, John Zorn’s Midsummer Moons, Nico Muhly’s Set Me as a Seal, Rufus Wainwright’s A Woman’s Face (Sonnet 20) performed by Anna Prohaska, Harry Partch’s Two Studies on Ancient Greek Scales: 1) Olympos’ Pentatonic 2) Archytas’ Enharmonic, Vincenzo Bellini’s La Sonnambula (Bernstein, Callas/Teatro all Scala/1955), Witold Lutosławski’s Opera omnia, Vol. 7, Paul Hindemith’s Das Marienleben, Mohammed Fairouz’s Piano Sonata No. 2, “The Last Resistance”: IV. Men and Women in Dark Times and David Lang’s Forced March.

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brokenxfragments · 3 years

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Rosalia, the Rebirth

Icon Use: FFXIV model

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Legends Never Die - League of Legends (ft. Against The Current)

Sacred - Citizen Soldier

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Final Fantasy XIV

Basic Information

Age: N/A (ageless;god)

Gender: Female

Height: 5′9

Weight: 158 Ibs

Species: Deity

Orientation/Sexuality: Demiromantic/Pansexual

Relationship: Single(?) (ship verse dependent; not actively seeking)

Occupation: Leader, Advisor

Brief Personality: Quiet — Cautiously Warm — Honest

Brief Bio: While quite a knowledgeable & inquisitive woman due to her travels from world to world as well as simply being immortal, it takes some time for her to open up to most friends - though there are parts of her life she would rather not talk about. Though she is a deity, she has no want for it to be public knowledge, & will often choose to allow others to think she was an immortal, an auspice or even a spirit if they realized she was not human/mortal. It’s clear that she holds onto a deep, personal mingle of regret, sadness & guilt of something, though for why or what will not be said easily, as it is exceptionally painful for her to talk about it. She would rather put on a smile if she’s able to & help others rather than be helped, taking on as much work as she can to escape those thoughts even for a short amount of time. Anyone that would come across her either traveling or sheltering in a remote location well outside of any civilization would be greeted formally & at least civilly. Beware of actually threatening anyone that she is close to, however, for her calm demeanor is too brittle to keep back an explosive anger - she had lost too many loved ones & will not hesitate to protect the few she allowed herself to be close to.

Full Biography

A goddess created for the specific purpose of the ‘rebirth’ aspect of the universe, Rosalia was brought into existence by a being that would be known as Lady Salri into the realm that was once Seraphine, the universe itself known as Eldria. She had been originally a very bright-eyed, naïve woman who would often observe those perceived as mortal after she had learned much from her mentor, Eva, who was the ‘essence’ aspect - things related to souls & states of consciousness including natural magic. She found them charming in their own way as well as admirable, accomplishing things in such a very short amount of time that they were given. These observations would lead her to start mingling among them after learning to change her appearance, to appear more like them, learning from them from first-hand experience rather than afar, though it would open her eyes to many sides of mortals - the varying shades of gray morals.

Like most beings, even of those immortal, there are instincts to seek companionship, whether for a mate or for mere friends, to which led her to one that was of the same realm as herself. Another of Lady Salri’s creations, the aspect for ‘extinction’ that would name himself Aridem, would have that tug on her, especially when they would often work closely with one another when they would bring a stagnant world through its cycle to begin anew. What was first amiable friendship developed to love as time went on for the both of them, a relationship that certainly brought chuckles at the irony that ‘rebirth’ & ‘extinction’ would come to be hand-in-hand beyond the fact that one cannot be without the other, which didn’t escape the couple’s notice either but were able to laugh about it.

In time, they would become a family with two children — Ziva, their daughter & eldest child, & Malshano, their son. These two were born with greater capabilities because of their heritage, both welcomed additions to the realm. The daughter was capable of manipulation of more than one mere element, in fact was able to master many more, making her such a vital addition with Rosalia when time came to heal a world to be ready for new life. Malshano had something quite different, being able to ‘recycle’ organic materials of once-living creatures to create new lifeforms. This gave him a mentor with Amilla, who’s aspect was ‘atrophy’ - anything to do with organic matter, including the degradation of it, which made her opposing to those who would practice necromancy or similar magic to serve purposes that they wouldn’t do themselves.

Time passed, the two grew to their full potential, & much seemed well with the realm, though down along the line when there were a great lull of action on their parts when there weren’t any worlds to help wipe clean, Aridem would seem to dive deeply into research that he wouldn’t share with her. It wasn’t that unusual, given that he often would take these interludes to do research of one thing or another, yet he was not usually so secretive with them. The only one that would be allowed to help him was Malshano, after much pestering on his part to be allowed to help at least his father in something worthwhile. Rosalia ultimately decided that perhaps this was the bonding the two really needed & would leave them to it — a decision that she would fully regret when it led to ultimate devastation when it came.

It’s uncertain what precisely happened to the two when they went on a long-absent trip outside of Seraphine, but Aridem & Malshano returned completely warped & changed, announcing that the universe was beyond repair & was needed to be fully wiped clean so that they would all begin anew - the damage done onto the universe by the Elder Gods made Eldria beyond saving by his reasoning. Lady Salri was only applying bandages to a growing wound that was festering, in his words. And the first to pay the price of their announcement was Ziva, whom was struck down viciously by her own brother when she tried to reason with their father that this crusade was utterly mad. Gods were not easily killed, yet with the powers the two gained through the the force that was only known as the Void, not only was Ziva killed but was also made to become nothing but scattered atoms that even then were consumed entirely. And Rosalia had been there to bear witness to her entire family being torn apart by this new madness.

Because she had little experience in the pain of loss, Rosalia was not at all prepared for the kind of state she was put in even when Aridem & Malshano retreated before the force of Seraphine could reach them, falling into a extremely depressive state of being. The wide-eyed innocent aspect of ‘rebirth’ was replaced with a far more solemn woman that still desired to help others but with a heavy burden on her shoulders to help find a way to stop both her mate as well as her son from bringing their Great Cleanse to the entirety of their universe. Once it was found that killing them, while possible, would not be the end of their existence & only seemed to make the pair stronger with each revival along with their gathered allies, Rosalia was tasked to seek out more knowledge outside of their own. Whether to put the two down permanently or to seal them away for the rest of eternity, Rosalia sought to gather this information wherever she could. Secretly, she was relieved even though it riddled her with absolute guilt - she didn’t have to fight Aridem or Malshano at least on the front lines, though she was trying to bring an end to them. But with each encounter with either or both when they learned of her task, she would grow more resilient & even vengeful with the two that were once her closest family. This was how she’d learn to fight whereas she never had to before, especially when some of these encounters left her in a bad way.

The task led to years, many more years than she would ever count, & there were many more encounters with both her foes as well as new friends & allies. Because of the weight of her task, she never stayed much longer than necessary, chipping away at her mentality when she’d return just to find that those she knew had long since passed on or were killed through other means. There were very few brief relationships all through the years, though only one had brought a set of twins into existence - Tobias & Silvia, she would name them. The fear of what Malshano would do with them when he had been entirely unremorseful about killing his sister would ultimately make Rosalia choose to leave these new lives to their father Deimos, who was more than thrilled to have them even though the brief relationship between himself & Rosalia didn’t work out, yet thankfully they remained on good terms since that realization.

There had been only one exception to the rule of not being close to others that came near the end of her hunt for such knowledge, a young hume girl with her by the name Hikaru that she’d virtually adopt her as her own daughter when other means to finding her a family proved impossible due to circumstances outside the girl’s control. The adoption would infuriate at least one Harbinger (as Aridem would call himself & his allies), though at this point in time Rosalia was able to keep the child well protected. She had a sense of duty as well as mingled happiness & guilt in wanting to keep the girl safe.

Unfortunately though, the Harbingers were always at work with increasing their numbers as well as figuring out ways to spread the Void without being consumed by it. Rosalia was unable to find an answer to their dilemma, hitting nothing more than dead-ends or information that could not be used, by the time the war came to full flare once the Harbingers were ready. All the years she spent seeking this knowledge, & none proved useful - yet another heavy burden of knowledge she would carry even as she rejoined her realm to help hold back the inevitable. What she would do was to try to protect those that were closest to her. Thus, given the unusual circumstances, she would bring not only her adopted daughter that was nearly 17, but also the twins that she had borne, Tobias & Silvia, along with their father to the realm with her.

During the final confrontation, when all but Seraphine & Infernam had fallen & been consumed, Rosalia had been separated from her fellow fragment gods from a devastating blow from an attack that destroyed one of the many floating islands. As she would come to & rush off to check on her island where she had left those that were not going to be part of the fight, she came to find that Malshano had found them all first. This was perhaps the moment that Rosalia had just wanted to stop living at all, even with fury & grief raging through her chest, as she stared down at the remains of those dearest. Letting the anger take over, she would only hunt savagely through the abominations that were of Malshano’s creations, looking for Aridem & Malshano in particular.

But that rage also blinded her. Being too focused on her hunt, she was brought down from behind in flight & would lose half of her left wing by Malshano’s personal pet he kept with him at the time before he left with a cold sneer. While the pain shocked her, it did not overshadow the rest of what she felt, nor did it block out the screams all around her. When her gaze locked onto Aridem’s form as he was setting flame to Lady Salri’s form as she snarled from her position where she protected the sealing of the Elder Gods, Rosalia picked up her weapon & flung herself upwards at him, severing his right wing in passing before falling towards the encroaching Void while it was still consuming all in its path, Aridem falling with her. She had intended to sacrifice herself in at least bringing this MADNESS that was once her mate, yet her hand was caught & was brought to a painful halt in her fall by the very man that had dedicated his entire being to essentially erase their home from existence. She was beyond reasoning & was determined to bring him with her, yet there was a glimmer of something far more familiar in those once-vibrant orange eyes before Aridem launched her back upwards onto the island he was clinging to, before his hold slipped. Perhaps his final act as the real Aridem that was otherwise consumed by the Void.

Lady Salri made the choice to save what few survivors remained by sending them well beyond Eldria through the Rift, to another world & universe, as her final act as their goddess, Rosalia being one of them though never knowing who else had been sent through except for Thornara that had been with her right at that moment. For weeks, months, perhaps even well over a year, during which she was recovering, the deity of rebirth was little more than a husk of a person except during points where rage took hold. She had no intention to live - she felt too broken & ached with so much hurt that it felt impossible to even breath. She had nothing. Yet, there was something that would eventually draw at least a small portion of the true Rosalia out, the day that Thornara figured out something that had to do with a pendant that was entrusted to the fragment of ‘rebirth’. The day that the unknown aspect of ‘creation’ was released from the pendant would become Rosalia’s new purpose — to at least protect Lady Salri’s final creation who just might have the key to at least shape her own home.

#._;ooc;_.the.echoes.beyond.(.mod.)#._;muse;_.the.essence.of.your.being.reincarnates.(.rosalia.)

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elmartillosinmetre · 2 years

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Mi crítica del concierto de Johanna Rose y Javier Núñez anoche en el Alcázar.

#johanna rose #javier núñez #diego ortiz #tobias hume #bartolomé de selma y salaverde #antonio de cabezón #marin marais #andreas lidl #arcangelo corelli #música #music

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cwadamson · 2 years

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The Gesture of Smoking a Pipe

Have you ever asked someone why they smoke? Maybe they’ll say it relaxes them, or that they enjoy it, or that they really just like being able to talk with other smokers. In this post, I explore smoking through Flusser's theory of gestures.