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HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE
MAKE A WISH
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I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK
WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK
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like actually though. iâm in AWE of the notecount.
Whenever i feel like i canât go on
Like Iâm drowning in myself
In the news
In the work
In the bullshit
In the hate
I remember
I am only here because someone before me decided to say âfuck thatâ
They suffered and doubted and went through suffering unimaginable
And I am the product of that suffrage
That generational journey
The trauma and the hope
The loss and the happiness
I live because someone else wanted more
I am the more
I live to be the someone before for the next girl
So she doesnât fear the dark
The men
The loss of rights
I live so she is more than me
I live to be more than I can ever be
What she says: Iâm fine
What she means: Anastasiaâs Stay, I Pray You is a remarkable, heart-wrenching piece on multiple levels. First is the fact that it is a quiet yet powerful nod to the Russian tradition of waiting by the door before a long journey; passengers are called to board the train, Vlad murmurs, âWe should go,â and yet everyone pauses and looks on, off beyond the stage to the land, the home theyâre leaving behind. They stand, some sit, all performing this Russian ritual of waiting before going off on their trip from which there will be no return. In the practical sense, this custom helps the traveler remember if theyâve forgotten an item they need; in this case, it lets these refugees remember their home, lest there come a day when they look back and forget even a single detail of their harsh and sweet and bitter time in Russia.
Secondly, the fact that Constantine Germanacos starts off the song (with nothing but vocals, letting his words and call for a moment be the sole focus at first); this is important because he not only plays the ill-fated Count Ipolitov but also the late Tsar Nicholas II, Anastasiaâs father. In the Prologue and Once Upon a December, we see Anastasia/Anya dance with her father, and each time he bends down on one knee while she dances around him. Count Ipolitov gets down on one knee and kisses her hand. This is the prelude to Stay, I Pray You: Anya, in a way, connecting with her father from a lifetime before one final time. This introduction connects her (and us) with the past, ties together Anyaâs previous life and current, before she sets out to find her future. Before they all set out to find their futures.
Thirdly is how true Stay, I Pray You is to the experience of leaving home, of leaving Russia. The entire spectrum of emotions is captured in this song. They all wonder, how could they possibly leave, how could they justify to their home that they canât be there any longer? And so they beg for a minute- not to explain themselves, because they canât even know where to begin; rather, they ask for a moment to do all that they can do: say goodbye. Goodbye to all of Russia, to the natural and the man-made; Russiaâs native rivers and greenery, the bridges constructed to knit together a sweeping land, to a sky that should be the same everywhere but very much isnât. They canât ever look up at the sky the same way, because it wonât be from their native land, amongst all theyâve ever known. And though they ask how they can possibly break the tie, thatâs all they do- ask, but donât attempt it in this song, because for now all there is to do is remember and say farewell.
There was joy and sadness, as there is in life; the singers are honest, do not exclude anything negative from their experience in Russia because then they are not saying goodbye to all of Russia, all of their home. And through it all, through scars that wonât ever go away, they will bless and love and thank their home for the rest of their lives.
Anya, Dmitry, and Vlad further this trend of capturing every emotion during this farewell. Anya says âNever to return,â which we know to be a source of sadness for her not just because of the song Stay, I Pray You, but when she insists to Vlad âRussia is more beautifulâ than France. She still loves it, itâs always a part of her, and to leave forever is something she has to face as one faces any other heartache. Dmitry, however, sees it as âfinally breaking free,â because to him life in Russia is one of hardship; refugees can relate to this, and understand that remorse and fear of the unknown can coexist with an eagerness and readiness to flee a place. Vlad asks âhow to close the door,â a nod to the lives they all had in their homeland.
Ultimately, Stay, I Pray You is absolute brilliance. The vocals and instrumental choices were done as such that this is left as music of the heart, and left general enough that anyone faced with this overwhelming event in life can relate, can find themselves somewhere- everywhere- in these lyrics.
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PASSIVELY DONATE THRU YOUTUBE VIDEOS
hereâs a small list of videos you can watch and passively donate to different funds that are a part of the black lives matter movement. if you are interested in donating as well, iâve linked most of the funds and organizations the youtubers are donating too. please do not skip the ads!!
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how to help BLM with NO MONEY/leaving your house: to protestor bail funds of different states
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Dark Academia Books for Students of Politics and International Relations:
I mean, heck, I am no expert but my need to see this niche ass post is a lot so here goes.
The Prince: Machiavelli- do I NEED to explain this one. Its a seminal text in politics and political philosophy and when you listen to the ideas described in it they can sound a little crazy but once you read it you realise they are still crazy but grounded in something very real. Also its short as heck and an easy read.
Politics among Nations: The Struggle for Power and Peace- Hans J Morgenthau. I had to pick this one up for my coursework last semester and I thought it would be a snooze fest but no. I was drawn in and I havenât finished it since but I do plan to get back to it at my leisure.
The End of History and the Last Man: Francis Fukuyama- YES, I fundamentally disagree with Fukuyama on so many points. YES, it is still one of my favourite books of all time. it is a very riveting discussion of political philosophy, history and international relations. If you are interested in any of those topics, pick it up. You wonât regret it.
How Democracy Ends: David Runciman- captivatingly written, great arguments, and a very unique voice. Super relevant in todayâs international political atmosphere and if you are interested in studying the rise of right wing authoritarian governments across the globe, this is a great place to start.
Thomas Hobbes: Leviathan- another one that I just feel like i donât need to explain. Again havenât read it fully yet, but its quite chill inducing and the basis for most of the contemporary discussion on state, liberalism, authoritarianism, rights and so forth.Â
These were just my recommendations, and I by no means claim that they cover the entire gamut of the field. In fact, I would consider myself a noob still where texts relating to politics or IR are concerned, so feel free to give your recommendations and opinions as well! Â
Something in Nothing
When the lights are off, it is dark
When the story is over, it is the end
When someone is dead, they are no more
When there is no sun, there is only the night
When there is nothing, there is nothing
But when lights are off, there is a switch
But when the story is over, it has been told
But when someone is dead, we mourn and remember
But there is no sun, there is the moon
When there is nothing, there is something buried deep in the mind Found only by those who dare to look
These Broken Hearts
(Happy late International Womenâs Day!)
Is it not strange, we who can bear a new being in our very nature, are told it is not our body to own and control, lest we choose for ourselves
Is it not strange, we who carry a legacy of pain and suffering over every single generation, are told to be silent and calm, lest we act hysterical and angry
Is it not strange, we who are different and unique, are told that we must fit the mould made for imaginary beings by cruel unforgiving shadows and hate the beings that we are, lest we love ourselves or think we are worth more than what they say
Is it not strange, we who march and protest, are told to stop and get back in the kitchen, lest we make a change
Is it not strange, we whose bodies are robbed by those in dark alleys and drugged drinks on dance-floors, are told to get over it and that we deserve and it was our fault, lest we value our sexuality and our integrity
Is it not strange, we who hold the stereotyped world together and bear the emotional weight even when we fall apart, are told that broken hearts are worthless and we are the reason why, lest we feel any semblance of worth and pleasure
Well, these broken hearts are pieces now,
These broken pieces are scattered and lost,
These lost ones are more than just broken hearts
More than the children we are forced to bear
More than the forced silence and stifled calm
More than the moulds we must fit into
More than the kitchens we have been relegated to for centuries
More than the clothes we wore and the amount we drank that night
More than these broken hearts
We control our bodies, to bear or not to bear children
We are different and unique, able to love ourselves and decide our worth without a him
We can march and protest, and we can change the world
We know our bodies have been robbed, because it is never our fault no matter the circumstance
We are more than these hearts you have broken, because we are more than romance
These broken hearts have minds, have feelings, have choices.
We are ourselves, nothing more and nothing less.
in memoria
When I smile, know I have frowned
When I laugh, know I have sobbed
When I celebrate, know I have mourned
When I breathe, know these lungs have emitted shuddering breaths
When I make a mistake, know I am but a human
When I hold out my hand, take it
And when I am gone, remember who I was, not what I did
Mourn, but never forget
In memoria, nos in aeternum
My Now, My Forever
Sometimes I look up and stare at the sky
Why am I here?
Who am I to be here and now?
What is the point of moving forward when I am stuck in a past of mistakes and half assed apologies?
I reach my hand out and try to grasp reasons, to grasp excuses
When I should be throwing my truths into a unforgiving society, for them to tear to them into shreds and to throw back into my face
I drown alone, under a sea of disadvantages, an ocean of lost opportunity, a wave of âyou should have done more/better/less/worse/somethingâ
I am solitary, singular amongst plurals, lonely in a stream of unforgiving consciousÂ
Every thought tells me to let myself drown
When the darkness calls, nothing tugs me away
Until I look up and stare at the sky
And I see the stars, twinkling against their own darkness, against the endless black
And I take a deep breath, pull myself up and walk away from that ocean
For now, now is not my tomorrow, nor my yesterday
And I will shine against my own darkness through oceans and fires
For my now is not my forever
She is a spitfire, raging and spluttering
Dancing across my fingers in a flash of hair and smile before dashing away
She is a tsunami, churning and crashing
Twisting into my life through laughs and tears, turning from my eyes as the world floods with shame
She is a flame, uncontainable by my hands
But so fierce I watch with wonder
wild card
Is it strange or not,
The silent rules and strictly obeyed loyalties that the common crowd follow
A deck of cards, terrifyingly placed in order never to be disrupted or you shall be forced to fold
Poker faces hiding screams of pain, rebellious moments we cannot externally share
A stifling existence, simply being shuffled and played over and over by unseen hands
Hands belonging to those who can afford it
But the wild card, the one who refuses to be shuffled
Breaks the order
Stops the shuffling
And brings chaos to the minds of humans, at last something more than the pack of society
child of ash
I am not water, too stubborn, too concrete
I am not air, too grounded, too safe
I am not earth, too angry, too emotional
I am fire, burning, destructive, leaving a path of ash in my wake
We are the fire, burning the roots of a the bush of belladonna supporting and funding the fences
The fences we have watched one another from each side, suffering in our ways
We are fire
And they are the ones that shall burn.
the guardian
It watches me,
Each nightÂ
Even if i do not see it the blinding or silent presence is always there
Circling this human home until we rise and the large light blinds us
My guardian, silent and unspoken
Protecting me from what?
From shadow and evil?
From the nightmares that come?
No
It protects me from the finality of total darkness, throwing its beams into the clouds
Illuminating the world when the sun dares to flee
The Moon
The guardian of the final lights.
to music, from a fool
doesnât it just fill the soul
the rhythm
the beat
the harmonies
the voices
it floods crevices empty from long or short seen pain
Music fills the moments that once were scars, turning them into ravines of rhythm and streams of singing
Depression bounces into my life, like an ache or heavy smog settling unnaturally into my body
Then it flees, for the fleeting moments when the beat shines light to the darkest shadows in my heart
Makes me dream when dreams are useless, makes me hope when I know my hopes are those of a fool
For the dreamers, I suspect music is a universal language we learn the moment we hear the beating of a heart
We chant, we mourn, we shout all through music
We sing
Sing ballads
Sing arias
Sing choruses
Sing solos
Sing love songs
Sing angry, sad, disgusted
Sing daringly, rebellious
Sing for rebellion against your parents or against the world
And to the brave fools who sing, I say
âLouderâ
