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A ring, for bowdrawing,
loosed after the wordswarm
that founders behind the world,
with the starlings,
arrowy one, when you whir toward me,
I know from where,
I forget from where.
– Paul Celan, "[A ring, for bowdrawing]", trans. Pierre Joris
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Stumbled on your JS&MN fic and hooooo boy, I am done for. Can’t wait to see what you do next with it!
Omg wow, thank you so so much🥰🥰🥰 That story is so dear to me and I think about George and Childermass all the time, but I've really been bashing my head against a wall of writer's block with this next chapter 😭
Maybe you'd be interested in a quick little snippet of what I have so far? And hopefully sharing something will help me jostle something loose, too 😅
"I was quite a long time in Norrell's service, and paid well for all I did him, and I invested that in a number of industries. I wrote my banker before we left, who assures me that were I to pull it all now and keep it in trust, I'd have some three-thousand a year."
"What?" Ana gasped. "I did not realize it was so much."
"Did you not?" he asked with a sideways sort of smile. "And here I assumed you married me for my money."
She laughed, and took his hand in hers. "No, I was foolish enough to marry you for love."
"Ah, well, I suppose you can have the money, too."
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“Oh I want to kill him.”
(I love him, I love him…)
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The Conference of the Birds (Manteq at-Tair)
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Thomas J. Nelson in ‘Most Musicall, Most Melancholy’: Avian Aesthetics of Lament in Greek and Roman Elegy.
Alcman fr. 40 (tr. David A. Campbell)
Athenaeus, IX 390a (tr. S. Douglas Olson)
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I just think they're cute
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I keep seeing people on Beau Post say that fluffy = happy and. no. it very much does not. so here's a visual reference for anyone curious.
No puff (neutral)
Smallpuff (comfy) - note the relaxed body language and lowered wings.
Bigpuff (defensive) - note the tension in her body (tense wings, head pulled toward the body). Most pigeons will do this around the nest when they see a threat (in this case it was a chicken who wasn't anywhere near her and didn't even try anything, but Beau is a very defensive nester) and it usually is followed by a nasty wing slap and/or a bite.
You will also see pigeons stretch their necks out and flatten all their feathers when scared and ready to run, but nesting birds will usually pick fight over flight.
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Crows are some of the smartest creatures in the animal kingdom. They are capable of making rule-guided decisions and of creating and using tools. They also appear to show an innate sense of what numbers are. Researchers now report that these clever birds are able to understand recursion—the process of embedding structures in other, similar structures—which was long thought to be a uniquely human ability.
Recursion is a key feature of language. It enables us to build elaborate sentences from simple ones. Take the sentence “The mouse the cat chased ran.” Here the clause “the cat chased” is enclosed within the clause “the mouse ran.” For decades, psychologists thought that recursion was a trait of humans alone. Some considered it the key feature that set human language apart from other forms of communication between animals. But questions about that assumption persisted. “There’s always been interest in whether or not nonhuman animals can also grasp recursive sequences,” says Diana Liao, a postdoctoral researcher at the lab of Andreas Nieder, a professor of animal physiology at the University of Tübingen in Germany.
Super Smart Bird Brains
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The Mahl
Homeplanet: Roawei and Tik (Twin Planets)
Habitat: High altitude mountain ranges (flying), shrubland (flightless)
Lifespan: 50-90 years
Diet: Hypercarnivorous (≥70% meat consumption)
At first glance, most would not assume that the Mahl, a quadrapedal knuckle-walking avian, are at the forefront of Laurelai Galaxy's interplanetary dipolamtic department. Armed with an elaborate series of gular sacs, Mahl can replicate any noise (verbal or otherwise) to near perfection. This, combined with their high intelligence and unwavering tenacity, gives Mahl quite the advantage when it comes to speaking a wide variety of languages across numerous species. However, mimicry is one thing. Learning the languages is another.
Mahl have four sexes (two fertile, two infertile), five size variations, and two forms of display. More on these under the cut.
The Sexes
Three out of the four sexes serve a biological purpose when it comes to producing and caring for eggs. These are the egg layers, the producers, and the brooders. Egg layers and producers are the fertile pair, with an added brooder, an infertile Mahl with a special brood pouch, to take over incubation duties once the egg is laid.
The fourth sex is the keeper, an infertile Mahl filling a purely social role of gentle caretaking of the other sexes. This would include feeding, grooming, and housekeeping during times of egg laying and brooding, with producers generally absent from the process once insemination has taken place. Not every mate triad has a keeper, though it is highly unusual.
Fertile, egg laying Mahl only produce one egg a time, but mate networks (called 'universities') can be upward of eighteen individuals and can have any combination of the sexes.
The Displays
Mahl have two versions of permanent display: plain and panache. Any Mahl can have either version of display and are not indicators of sex. The three most common forms of panache are shield, crest, and crown, but other variations of panache exist.
Despite not having association with sex, and Mahl tend to prefer merit over looks, many Mahl do appear to be physically attracted to the more flaunting forms of display (even if they won't admit it).
The Sizes
Outside of the obvious differences, Mahl don't hold any outward and widescale prejudice against specific sizes of other Mahl. Even the names are somewhat superficial and are seen more as a fun addition to their identities then anything worth arguing over.
Preferences do exist, and noticeable life-span differentiations have potential to cause social strain. For example: "Little" and "Great" Mahl live the shortest lifespan compared to "Splended" and "Sweet", who live the longest. This doesn't appear to stop diverse mate networks from forming, though finding literal middle ground between the flying and flightless variations is still an ongoing problem
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Found in various mythologies, folklore, and mystical traditions, the language of birds is often depicted as a secret, mystical language understood by fae folk, granting those who comprehend it special knowledge and insights into hidden truths.
In many cultures, birds are believed to have a unique connection to the divine or the spiritual world, and their behaviors or calls are sometimes interpreted as omens. It suggests a form of communication or understanding beyond mundane comprehension, accessible only to those with spiritual awareness or scientific practice.
The Language of Birds has been explored in literature, poetry, and esoteric traditions, often symbolizing the quest for wisdom, enlightenment, or knowledge.
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A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit,
Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb,
Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown—
A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds.
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A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs,
Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,
Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind—
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs.
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A poem should be equal to:
Not true.
For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf.
For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea—
A poem should not mean
But be.
–Archibald MacLeish, "Ars Poetica"
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Am I really about to update this fic after more than a year has passed since my last update?
Yes. Yes, I am.
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what if.... grian was a sphynx?
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Across the oceans, across the seas
Over forests of blackened trees
Through valleys so still we dare not breathe
To be by your side
Over the shifting desert plains
Across mountains all in flames
Through howling winds and driving rains
To be by your side
Every mile and every year
For every one a little tear
I cannot explain this, dear
I will not even try
Into the night as the stars collide
Across the borders that divide
Forests of stone standing petrified
To be by your side
Every mile and every year
For every one a single tear
I cannot explain this, dear
I will not even try
For I know one thing
Love comes on a wing
For tonight I will be by your side
But tomorrow I will fly
From the deepest ocean to the highest peak
Through the frontiers of your sleep
Into the valley where we dare not speak
To be by your side
Across the endless wilderness
Where all the beasts bow down their heads
Darling, I will never rest
Till I am by your side
Every mile and every year
Time and Distance disappear
I cannot explain this, dear
No, I will not even try
And I know one thing
Love comes on a wing
And tonight I will be by your side
But tomorrow I will fly away
Love rises with the day
And tonight I may be by your side
But tomorrow I will fly
Tomorrow I will fly
Tomorrow I will fly
~ To Be By Your Side by Nick Cave
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