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Ayumu Matsuoka (Japanese) - 'Parent and Child'
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This whole series is so goddamn funny
hello mr j! i think you and kofu are very cute
Can you say one of your younger friends or family who is rude, rascal and violent is cute because of their appearence even if they were adult!?
Please imagine;
You are around 60 years old, and your son in law around 25 years chases you at full speed then bites and beats you every day, can you say he is cute!?
A+ weird little dude, but I'm equally fascinated by the choice of music.
*unmutes*
for some reason my cat always acts surprised and sniffs me when i pet him even if he's literally sat on me
Under the soft light of the doorway, a mother finds moments to rest while never straying far from the two tiny lives she has brought into the world. Sometimes she watches from above, listening and keeping guard, and other times she curls around them, holding them close against her warmth. In these early days they sleep, stretch, and search for comfort, knowing only the safety of their mother and the small home that shelters them. It is a simple scene, but one filled with devotion, instinct, and the quiet beginning of two new little lives growing under her care.
Text/photos by Squirrel Boxes
I keep remembering a run of Hamlet I saw a few years ago, where the Ghost was costumed in full plate armour which was very noisy, and instead of muffling it, they had him crash across the stage, stomping so the whole set rattled, and he said all of his lines in a bellow, like he was furious with Hamlet.
And the thing that made it absolutely terrifying was that Hamlet was the only one who reacted. He was cowering, and covering his ears with both hands, and yelling to be heard over the noise.
And no one else seemed to know why he was doing that. The other actors didn't even raise their voices.
That's scary, something so loud and painful, and REAL, and the people around you don't even notice it, and think that you're the crazy one.
I love when I hear about a choice in Shakespeare I've never thought of before. Brilliant
One thing that fills me with sadness is that many people will never know how fucking funny it is that TS Eliot wrote what would become the lyrics for the musical Cats. This Sad Man published poem after poem filled with angst and ennui and then wrote Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats. Literally penned the line “this is the way the world ends / not with a bang but a whimper” and also the line “Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer were a very notorious couple of cats.” And what’s even wilder is that Andrew Lloyd Webber, fresh off of writing fucking Evita, read this kids book from 1939 and was like “I’m gonna make a Broadway musical out of this”
TSE:
Where is there an end of it, the soundless wailing, The silent withering of autumn flowers Dropping their petals and remaining motionless; Where is there an end to the drifting wreckage, The prayer of the bone on the beach, the unprayable Prayer at the calamitous annunciation? There is no end, but addition
also TSE:
So first, your memory I’ll jog, And say: a cat is not a dog.
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