#basil wright

[boatboys]

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[fibula-rasa]

A Song of Ceylon (1985)

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Director: Laleen Jayamanne

Cinematographer: Gabrielle Finnane

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The Song of Ceylon (1934)

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Director & Cinematographer: Basil Wright

[rollerskatinglizard]

for the ask meme: mitch and basil >:)

Who would win in a fight: if paint marker Assassins, probably Mitch bc he's stronger and faster than Basil and very sneaky besides. any other kind of physical fight would never happen bc Mitch has been trained extensively in mediation and nonviolence is a Good Boy.

Who would be a better roommate: 100% Mitch. he's neat and tidy and he'll occasionally offer to do your laundry along with his in exchange for a bag of chips or something.

Who’s better in bed: probably Basil! he pays very close attention to what you like and then does it a lot. Mitch does his best, which is good but not extraordinary.

Who I’d pick to be my presidential running mate: ....hmmm. on the one hand, Basil is a legitimate genius, which seems like it'd be useful, but... maybe more so behind the scenes. meanwhile Mitch has a heart of gold, high ideals and a certain level of charisma! once he learns when to not make jokes (ie on live TV) I think he'd do... well, better than Basil, anyway. XD

Whose shoulder I’d cry on: Basil is a dear boy, but he's an awkward nerd. Mitch on the other hand is Security, with trained people skills that include offering comfort! I think he'd be pretty good at patting your back and holding you while making sympathetic, soothing noises.

Who would make a better parent: probably Mitch again! he'd make a great dad in a decade or so.

Who I’d rather date: >.>;;;;; assuming I was male enough for him... Basil... yes I would love to learn more about Spellcraft, Basil, pls teach me!

[splickedylit]

Just finished After the Storm, it has fully colonized my head and will for the foreseeable future, I’m love them all. Do you have a playlist/know of someone else’s playlist for the boys?? I’m looking for more ways to process my feelings. Alternately, what’s your biggest Rich song.

Aw hell yeah, I'm so glad you liked it! And also: actually yes! Some of them are tiny and some of the songs repeat, but I do have a few unlisted youtube playlists I've picked at over the years haha

[Rich][Thena][Basil][Liam]

Under the cut b/c lyric-quoting is long, some special mentions to:

You're Not Alone by Marie Miller, which is a simple little song but also speaks to a side of Liam I hope showed clearly even though his role in After The Storm was predominantly a horny one.

I wanna save you, I wanna save you from the pain. I wanna help you, I wanna help you feel the same again. I wanna fix you, I wanna fix your brokeness. I wanna change it, I wanna change it for the best.

I Hope That I Don't Fuck This Up by Dollar Signs, for being my Rich+Trimmer song

I sat down to write you a love song, and it was full of clichés It wasn't impressing anyone Even though I tried really hard, all I came up with was: "You are a possum living in the trashcan of my heart You're a possum in my heart"

The (afaik youtube-only) mashup of Confident and Womanizer for Thena - the traded refrain of "you're a womanizer, baby" and "what's wrong with being confident? ;D" is *chef kiss*. Either song by itself would work but I just love a mashup okay

Turning Out by AJR is in Basil's playlist but really it's my Basil/Mitch song, and more for Mitch--the heartache of the refrain "I'm a little kid, and so are you--don't you go and grow up before I do" is, ahhh

I hold you I hold you closer then I ever knew I could do But I'm confused I thought I'd recognize when love was true, but I'm confused Am I ready for love? Or maybe just a best friend Should there be a difference Do you have instructions?

16 Tons by Tennessee Ernie Ford--it's in Rich's playlist but I also have an entire lyricstuck in my head for it for the Hastings generally and the Merrill siblings specifically. The chorus is originally referring to mining towns and being paid in company scrip so you get buried in debt you can never escape, but it transposes pretty easily over into 1. the weird horror of your entire genome being purpose-built for war and 2. Rich's situation on the Sympatico

You load 16 tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt St. Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store

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Night Mail (1936) Harry Watt & Basil Wright

February 21st 2022

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Song of Ceylon

Basil Wright UK, 1934

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Night Mail

This is the night mail crossing the Border, Bringing the cheque and the postal order,

Letters for the rich, letters for the poor, The shop at the corner, the girl next door.

Pulling up Beattock, a steady climb: The gradient’s against her, but she’s on time.

Past cotton-grass and moorland boulder Shovelling white steam over her shoulder,

Snorting noisily as she passes Silent miles of wind-bent grasses.

Birds turn their heads as she approaches, Stare from bushes at her blank-faced coaches.

Sheep-dogs cannot turn her course; They slumber on with paws across.

In the farm she passes no one wakes, But a jug in a bedroom gently shakes.

Dawn freshens, Her climb is done. Down towards Glasgow she descends, Towards the steam tugs yelping down a glade of cranes Towards the fields of apparatus, the furnaces Set on the dark plain like gigantic chessmen. All Scotland waits for her: In dark glens, beside pale-green lochs Men long for news.

Letters of thanks, letters from banks, Letters of joy from girl and boy, Receipted bills and invitations To inspect new stock or to visit relations, And applications for situations, And timid lovers’ declarations, And gossip, gossip from all the nations, News circumstantial, news financial, Letters with holiday snaps to enlarge in, Letters with faces scrawled on the margin, Letters from uncles, cousins, and aunts, Letters to Scotland from the South of France, Letters of condolence to Highlands and Lowlands Written on paper of every hue, The pink, the violet, the white and the blue, The chatty, the catty, the boring, the adoring, The cold and official and the heart’s outpouring, Clever, stupid, short and long, The typed and the printed and the spelt all wrong.

Thousands are still asleep, Dreaming of terrifying monsters Or of friendly tea beside the band in Cranston’s or Crawford’s:

Asleep in working Glasgow, asleep in well-set Edinburgh, Asleep in granite Aberdeen, They continue their dreams, But shall wake soon and hope for letters, And none will hear the postman’s knock Without a quickening of the heart, For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

[boatboys]

BOA7 BOYS LUCKY NUMBER 7, aka the one where I get to finally post some of the many Rafael drawings I've been sitting on for years

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