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CONNINGTON GLANCED INTO THE PIT. “THE BEAR WAS LESS HAIRY THAN THAT FREAK, I’LL—” JAIME’S GOLDEN HAND CRACKED HIM ACROSS THE MOUTH SO HARD THE OTHER KNIGHT WENT STUMBLING DOWN THE STEPS. HIS LANTERN FELL AND SMASHED, AND THE OIL SPREAD OUT, BURNING. “YOU ARE SPEAKING OF A HIGHBORN LADY, SER. CALL HER BY HER NAME. CALL HER BRIENNE.” CONNINGTON EDGED AWAY FROM THE SPREADING FLAMES ON HIS HANDS AND KNEES. “BRIENNE. IF IT PLEASE MY LORD.” HE SPAT A GLOB OF BLOOD AT JAIME’S FOOT. “BRIENNE THE BEAUTY.”
i cannot and will not fw a litterbug
Les Baigneuses (The Bathers), (Detail), (1892), by Armand Point (French, 1861 –1932), oil on canvas, 99.7 x 80.6 cm (39.3 x 31.7 in), Private Collection
This is a result of the inhumane decisions that members of this administration want you to be silent about in public for fear of a loss of “civility”.
The kid and her lawyer were about the only humans there. For fucks sake, they’re kids.
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We are Kids in Need of Defense, and we envision a world in which children’s rights and well-being are protected as they migrate alone in sea
This is another org that does similar work, if you want more places to donate to. I’ve worked with them in my area before and they’re amazing.
listening to the agot audiobook atm and you know what. you really do got to hand it to george
Gwenneth Barth-White, A Violet Flower, 2022, Pastel on pastel board
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“I think all literature has ideas. […] Ideas about the human condition, and love, and God, and sex, and all of these things are ideas, but the truth is fiction is not a good vehicle for presenting abstract ideas. I mean, non-fiction, journalism, my profession, in which I had my professional degrees, is actually a better way to explicate if you have an idea about some political or scientific method. That’s why scientific journals are full of research reports, they're not full of science fiction stories. What fiction is good about is presenting emotion. Fiction is good about replicating the human experience, and the human heart in conflict is central to all of that. If the story you're telling me doesn't have characters in it that I care about in a situation that's going to engage my emotions, I'm not gonna find it very interesting.”
- GRRM, via
Literature is one of the few spheres that try to keep us close to the hard facts of the world, because by its very nature it is always psychological, because it focuses on the internal reasoning and motives of the characters, reveals their otherwise inaccessible experience to another person, or simply provokes the reader into a psychological interpretation of their conduct. Only literature is capable of letting us go deep into the life of another being, understand their reasons, share their emotions and experience their fate.
Olga Tokarczuk's 2018 Nobel Prize lecture
Predictions are uttered by prophets (free of charge); by clairvoyants (who usually charge a fee, and are therefore more honored in their day than prophets); and by futurologists (salaried). Prediction is the business of prophets, clairvoyants, and futurologists. It is not the business of novelists. A novelist's business is lying. The weather bureau will tell you what next Tuesday will be like, and the Rand Corporation will tell you what the twenty-first century will be like. I don't recommend that you turn to the writers of fiction for such information. It's none of their business. All they're trying to do is tell you what they're like, and what you're like-what's going on-what the weather is now, today, this moment, the rain, the sunlight, look! Open your eyes; listen, listen. That is what the novelists say. But they don't tell you what you will see and hear. All they can tell you is what they have seen and heard, in their time in this world, a third of it spent in sleep and dreaming, another third of it spent in telling lies. "The truth against the world!"-Yes. Certainly. Fiction writers, at least in their braver moments, do desire the truth: to know it, speak it, serve it. But they go about it in a peculiar and devious way, which consists in inventing persons, places, and events which never did and never will exist or occur, and telling about these fictions in detail and at length and with a great deal of emotion, and then when they are done writing down this pack of lies, they say, There! That's the truth!
-Introduction to The Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula K. Le Guin
everybody give it up for this brand of green. round of applause for most under appreciated green
god israel's destruction of tyre is like especially depressing tbh like thats one of the oldest inhabited cities in the world. people have lived there since the bronze age. there is so, so so much history and world heritage there that's being blown up and destroyed forever because its existence doesn't fit israel's nationalist vision of history.
lots to say about israel's politicized and propagandized use of history and archaeology to further their narrative tbh. here's a good article about it.
Weaponizing antiquities is part of Israel's colonial legacy, says Rafi Greenberg, whose colleagues have largely remained silent about Gaza's
“I asked him why he kept her close, if he thought her so grotesque. He said that all his other knights wanted things of him, castles or honors or riches, but all that Brienne wanted was to die for him…”
Brienne x Joan of Arc as depicted by Wilfred J. Jones for Mark Twain’s Saint Joan of Arc, Harper & Brothers (1919)
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whenever I tell a story I feel like Uncle Colm from Derry Girls
Arthur Rackham. 1927.
i like when fiction treats love as a more complicated force and not something that is inherently pure or redemptive. portray it as flawed and complex as any other human impulse. give me love as prejudice, love as possessive stasis, love as addiction, love as blindness, etc.
at that, i find it disingenuous to frame it as “if the person hurt you they could not have loved you. that is not love.” just not a productive definition of the word to me
the love was there and it fucked us 🙏