I have never rewatched the DBD bloopers without laughing. Which moment stands out to U the most? What was it like working with ur stunt double? What was the most unbelievable thing that happened on set? Do U think Edwin is the big spoon or the little spoon when cuddling? If Edwin were alive, what kind of perfume or brand might he like? Do U think the dead boys will survive in The Hunger Games?
I have been toying with the idea of having George read this poem since I read Season of Mists by @laiqualaurelote (in which Edwin reads this to Charles) and after buying Averno by Louise Glück - the collection this poem comes from, I haven't been able to get this out of my head so 🤷
I only asked for part 1, but he decided to also read part 2. You can read the entire poem here, but the parts George read are under the cut
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I also request George read excerpts from 2 other poems - East Coker and Little Gidding by TS Eliot
October
Louise Glück
1.
Is it winter again, is it cold again,
didn’t Frank just slip on the ice,
didn’t he heal, weren’t the spring seeds planted
didn’t the night end,
didn’t the melting ice
flood the narrow gutters
wasn’t my body
rescued, wasn’t it safe
didn’t the scar form, invisible
above the injury
terror and cold,
didn’t they just end, wasn’t the back garden
harrowed and planted—
I remember how the earth felt, red and dense,
in stiff rows, weren’t the seeds planted,
didn’t vines climb the south wall
I can’t hear your voice
for the wind’s cries, whistling over the bare ground
I no longer care
what sound it makes
when was I silenced, when did it first seem
pointless to describe that sound
what it sounds like can’t change what it is—
didn’t the night end, wasn’t the earth
safe when it was planted
didn’t we plant the seeds,
weren’t we necessary to the earth,
the vines, were they harvested?
2.
Summer after summer has ended,
balm after violence:
it does me no good
to be good to me now;
violence has changed me.
Daybreak. The low hills shine
ochre and fire, even the fields shine.
I know what I see; sun that could be
the August sun, returning
everything that was taken away—
You hear this voice? This is my mind’s voice;
you can’t touch my body now.
It has changed once, it has hardened,
don’t ask it to respond again.
A day like a day in summer.
Exceptionally still. The long shadows of the maples
nearly mauve on the gravel paths.
And in the evening, warmth. Night like a night in summer.
It does me no good; violence has changed me.
My body has grown cold like the stripped fields;
now there is only my mind, cautious and wary,
with the sense it is being tested.
Once more, the sun rises as it rose in summer;
bounty, balm after violence.
Balm after the leaves have changed, after the fields
I got a Cameo for the DBDA Uplifts Server to help with George’s fundraising efforts. The questions were a joint effort. Here’s what we asked:
Dear George, WeHaveTheSameLeft & the DBDA Uplifts community are wishing you all the best for your upcoming half marathons. I recently ran 17km and afterwards felt every step, so kudos to you for doing over 20. Do you follow a specific training plan? Ecchima would like you to know they’ve got a job! DBDA questions: Alex: Please come up with a backstory for an enchanted ring the boys own & its powers. Nika: If DBD could have a crossover with another show/book/movie, what would you like & what character would Edwin get along with? What would be Edwin’s favourite language to learn? Me: What was the exploding head stuff/ectoplasm in ep.3 made of? - DBDA Uplifts Server