Ok but I love the concept of medieval revivals. It's such a human thing to do. Look at us we remember you! You lived so long ago and we are trying to live like you!! And we are having fun with it!
Medieval revivals are saying that you will not be forgotten, even if you lived hundreds of years before us! Look you were a human we are still the same, we want to see how you did things!
People don't need to do important things to be remembered. Living is enough.
And I think this is so beautiful and so inherently human. I need to lay down
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(خَالِدِينَ فِيهَا أَبَدًا ۚ .. )
روح لم تخلق للفناء
روح خلقت للخلود
(They abide therein eternally..)
Our souls were not created to perish
Our souls were created to live on eternally
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Tempo senza tempo che rincorre se stesso.
Quando scrivo entro in un tempo tutto mio che è assoluto, bello ed emozionante a un tempo.
Tempo di grande calma, come lo specchio cristallino di un grande mare, dove chiunque si può specchiare.
E come l'ouroboro che si morde la coda in un ciclo eterno, così questi momenti non hanno inizio e non hanno fine, perchè la poesia è così: non ha inizio e non ha fine, finché ci saranno esseri umani sulla Terra, e magari anche altrove, ci sarà la poesia.
All'origine di ogni vita, di ogni storia, di ogni avventura, creazione, mito, c'è la poesia, anche prima della creazione della terra il Signore era già poesia, come egli/lei lo è oggi e lo sarà sempre.
Tutte le cose belle e buone sono poesia, per questo aveva ragione Pasolini quando scriveva che la poesia è in sé stessa inconsumabile, certo, e vero: sarebbe come come consumare Dio, o mangiare un angelo. Il solo pensiero è assurdo.
Le cose, le persone, le situazioni, ecc. belle lo sono per sempre, e sono anche buone per sempre, se smettono di esserlo è perchè non lo erano nemmeno prima
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i often think about that split second where orpheus has turned around, the wash of relief, love, joy, love, love, love that he feels when he sees eurydice. there is darkness and doubt all around him, the ache of his feet, the feeling of defeat, and in his desperation borne of love he sees her. and for a split second, love takes over. the last thing eurydice sees is love etched into every corner of her husbands face before she is dragged back into death.
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Okay so uhhh... visions came upon me and this was the result lol
Based on this absolute atrocity (affectionate... kind of)
[ID: A fourteen panel comic done in grayscale based on a Twitter thread from David Jenkins.
First panel: Neil Gaiman is surrounded by a crowd of fans, a bright spotlight is shining on top of him. One of the fans points a microphone in his direction and says "Mr. Gaiman! How would describe season two using only three words?"
Second panel: A close up shot of Neil, he smiles and says "Uhh... I'd say it's quiet, gentle, and romantic". "Romantic" is written in a flourished cursive font. There are little floating red hearts surrounding him.
Third panel: A shot of the crowd of fans saying "Awww" in unison, there are little hearts floating around. They find it adorable.
Fourth panel: A black screen titled "At David Jenkins' Twitter"
Fith panel: David Jenkins is sitting in table far away from the point of view, at the center of the image, a spotlight is shining on top of him. There is a crowd of fans forming a semi-circle around him, they are squished against one another, stoping at the little fence that is surrounding the table . A fan standing near the front says " I LOVE U... three words to describe season 2?"
Sixth panel: A close up shot of David Jenkins, he is sitting with both elbows proped up on the table, supporting his head with his hands. The harsh light is shining in on him, he looks serious and solemn. His head is tilted down but his eyes are looking directly at the camera, the whites of his eyes make a stark contrast against his shadowed figure. He says " Fucking sweet...".
Seventh panel: The shot is arranged in the same way as in fifth panel. David Jenkins is far away, sitting at his table , the fans are surrouding him in a semi-circle. The fan near the front replies "Give us one more word David"
Eight panel: A huge shock wave tilts the crowd back. All lights are out, except for the spotlight shining in on David Jenkins. David's arms are unnaturally elongated in a spider-like way, fiercely gripping the table with both hands.
Ninth panel: David lauches into the crowd. The point of view remains the same, but now his head is extremely close up the camera. He emphatically says "FUCKING"
Tenth panel: The scene is seen from the side, now we can see that David still remains sitting at his table, but his neck is extended in a long unnatural arch. He is directly looking at the fan from before, his head on top of them. The fan still has the microphone poiting in David's direction. A new spotlight is shining in on both of them. David says, "SWEET"
Eleventh panel: A close up shot of the crowd. The camera lies a little ways below David's head, only the bottom of it is visible. We see that the fan with the microphone is crouched and almost completely tilted back. The fan is looking directly at Jenkins. The crowd continues squished together, watching intently with shocked faces. David continues, saying "YOU"
Thirteenth panel: The shot is arranged in the same way as in the previous panel. David continues, saying "SLUTS". The letters are written in an emboldened font. The crowd is completely shocked, but also weirdly flattered, all of them are blushing.
Fourteenth panel: David Jenkins goes back to sitting at his table, in a movement similar to a metal spring coiling up again after being streched out. He is sitting far away from the camera, at the center of the image. The fans forming a semi-circle around him. They continue blushing, with some assorted murmurs of bafflement as in "oh my god", "dude what" and "why". /END ID]
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