one time i walked into Godâs room when He wasnât expecting me and He was kneeling by the foot of His bed praying. tf. who was He praying to ..?
i mean at least He wasnât jacking off
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one time i walked into Godâs room when He wasnât expecting me and He was kneeling by the foot of His bed praying. tf. who was He praying to ..?
i mean at least He wasnât jacking off
Similarity is the favourite verse form of nature. And no doubt Homer learned his love of simile not just by listening to poets, but by listening to grasshoppers. Or perhaps they were cicadas. The Homeric word ÏÎÏÏÎčÎłÎ”Ï gets translated into both insects. A group of old men was sitting by the Skaian Gates, no longer of fighting age, but excellent speakers, like cicadas in a thicket kneeling on the tips of trees send forth their flower-like voices. These ancient Trojans were sitting hunched there on the turret, and when they saw Helen approaching, sent forth their winged voices. What an extraordinary laminated simile, in which the voices of humans have wings, and the voices of insects are flower-like. According to the lexicon, λΔÎčÏÎčÏΔÏÏαΜ is an adjective formed from a lily. Liddell and Scott suggests their voices are 'lily-pale.' Richard Lattimore translates it as 'delicate.' Robert Fagles avoids the strangeness altogether, saying they were 'eloquent speakers still, clear as cicadas settled on treetops, lifting their voices through the forest, rising softly, dying away.' But none of these catches the Darwinian exactness of Homer, in which an old man can speak the same language as a cicada, speaking the same language as a lily. The likeness is full-bodied, cross-species, synaesthetic, ecological.
Alice Oswald, Anonymous and Onymous
weâre never making it out of the labyrinth
people who learned about greek mythology due reasons that DONT involve having read percy jackson at 12 freak me out, like what the FUCK was going on in your life that you found out that zeus turned into a pigeon to woo his wife like HOW
oh no suicide for me thanks i just wanted to stand on this bridge with you :)
"The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters" Francisco Goya
Plate 43 from Los Caprichos (1797â1799)
i shot and killed a wug and cooked and ate it and it tasted like bad
now there are one of them đ
official linguistics post
and words are futile devices
If you see this youâre legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book youâre currently reading
If you see this youâre legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book youâre currently reading
We should hang out soon before one of us evolves or disappears
Jane Fisher.
âKazulâs not my dragon.â Cimorene said sharply. âIâm her princess. Youâll never have any luck dealing with dragons if you donât get these things straight.â
Dealing With Dragons - Patricia C. Wrede
I saw this art when I was 11 years old and I was like âthis is the best drawing in the history of the worldâ
The artist is Trina Schart Hyman, an incredible and prolific talent who passed away in 2004. You can find a ton of tributes to her online from other illustrators and organizations, like the childrenâs literary magazine Cricket, which she helped create. She illustrated over 150 books, won the Caldecott Medal and Honors, and helped other artists land gigs for decades. She was also gay, hilarious, and one of the first white childrenâs book illustrators to include diverse characters.
âYou have to be so motivated that you have to want to draw so badly that itâs like taking away your oxygen not to draw. It has to be so much a part of your expression and your personality that you cannot live without it. You canât go for more than two days without drawing. I mean, it is that basic a need for me.â
â[As a child,] I was too imaginative and sensitive. I used to burst into tears at the slightest thing and I was terrified, of people especially. I had trouble, I think, separating reality and fantasy. I learned to read early and I loved to read and I just lived in storybooks and in pictures. That was more real to me than the world. And, in a way, it still is.â
âFor the past thirty years Iâve lived in a big old farmhouse in northwestern New Hampshire. Some part of it always needs fixing â thereâs always a room falling off or a roof caving in â but to me it is home. Mostly there are walls and walls of books that hold it up and keep out the cold. I live here with my partner, Jean, who helps me keep it all going, and our two dogs, two cats, and five sheep. Jean is a teacher and the director of a little school where kids actually have fun learning.â
[To fellow illustrator Jim Arnosky] âI want a page of hands. You need to learn to draw hands.â
[To Arnosky, who lived in a rural Pennsylvia cabin with his pregnant wife and kid] âIâm giving you this cover assignment on one condition: that you get water put in that cabin.â
[To author Eric Kimmel] âWhy is it that whenÂevÂer someÂone writes a stoÂry about knights, ladies, and dragÂons, they send this shit to me?â
[To a Caldecott commitee organizer who asked if she enjoyed the dinner at the ceremony] âOh, yes. Especially the dessert. It looked like a large chocolate penis.â
[To Kimmel] âLisÂten, Eric. I know this is scary for you now. Itâs realÂly nothÂing in the big scheme of things. Do you want to know whatâs going to hapÂpen? We live. We die. And in the midÂdle we have some good times and some bad times. Thatâs your stoÂry. Thatâs my stoÂry. Thatâs the stoÂry of everyÂbody who ever lived and whoÂevÂer is going to live. You just hope that when the end comes, it will be quick and wonât be too painful.
âAs for what you just told me, it will work itself out. The best result youâre hopÂing for probÂaÂbly wonât hapÂpen. But neiÂther will the worst. It will end up someÂwhere in the midÂdle. Itâs all about monÂey anyÂway, which is not that big a deal. Youâll write a check and that will be the end of it. Life moves on and so will you. I promise that the next time we get togethÂer weâll have a drink and laugh about it.
âThereâs one more thing I want you to rememÂber while youâre going through it all. Pills help. So does booze. And so do friends. So use them.â
[On the Dykes on Bikes at a mid-90s Gay Pride Parade in San Francisco, to Kimmel] âDid you see that, Eric? There are a lot of us.â
Erica McAlpine, âLove Poem as Ars Poeticaâ
How many of these have you read?