#harrycrosby

[turtleofdamascus]

Color/screen cap studies of Masters of the Air @mastersoftheair episode 8. Honestly episode was kinda a flop but I really liked the shots and cinematography. The camera seemed more mobile, nicely choreographed with the movement. Felt like stage-like blocking going on really did a great job. LIke the dizzy camera moves when Harry Crosby started getting more and more disoriented planning D-Day. I like the camera going all around him and the lighting and closeups. Anthony Boyle (Harry Crosby) I feel emotes very biggg bc of his theatre beginnings and I think it worked very well. Sorry I watched the Cursed Child with Anthony Boyle as Scorpius and when he said "PANTS, WHERE's MY PAANTS" he fell into the Scorpius yelling voice and it sends me.

Anyways, this is an ad for MOTA.

[adafine]

Horror Movie Marathon (2020) October 9th 20. Friday the 13th (1980) Directed by Sean S. Cunningham #fridaythe13th #adrienneking #betsypalmer #kevinbacon #harrycrosby #victormiller #seanscunningham #harrymanfredini #pamelavorhees #jasonvorhees #bluray #unrated #screamfactory (at El Apartamento De Sweeney) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGIH-KwgZ0w/?igshid=27v5rmcn2v1m

[thelostboyinthesky]

I have invited our little seamstress to take her thread and needle and sew our two mouths together. I have asked the village blacksmith to forge golden chains to tie our ankles together. I have gathered all the gay ribbons in the world to wind around and around and around and around and around and around again around our two waists. I have arranged with the coiffeur for your hair to be made to grow into mine and my hair to be made to grow into yours. I have persuaded (not without bribery) the world's most famous Eskimo sealing-wax maker to perform the delicate operation of sealing us together so that I am warm in your depths, but though we hunt for him all night and though we hear various reports of his existence we can never find the young wizard who is able so they say to graft the soul of a girl to the soul of her lover so that not even the sharp scissors of the Fates can ever sever them apart.

"In Search of the Young Wizard", Harry Crosby. 

[calamitycrush-blog]

Assassin - 1929

I exchange eyes with the Mad Queen. The mirror crashes against my face and bursts into a thousand suns. all over the city flags cracle and bang. Fog horns scream in the harbor. The wind hurricanes through the window. Tornadoes are unmuzzled as I begin to dance the dance of the Kurd Shepherds. I stamp upon the floor. I whirl like dervishes. Colors revolve dressing and undressing. I lash them with fury stark white with iron black harsh red with blue marble green with bright orange and only gold remains naked. I roar with joy. Black-footed ferrets disappear into holes. The sun tattooed on my back begins to spin faster and faster whirring whirring throwing out a glory of sparks. Sparks shoot off into space sparks into shooting stars. Shooting stars collide with comets. Explosions. Naked colors explode into Red Disaster. I crash out through a window naked wide-spread upon a Heliosaurus. I uproot an obelisk and plunge it into the ink-pot of the Black Sea. I write the word SUN across the dreary palimpsest of the world. I pour the contents of the Red Sea down my throat. I erect catapults and lay seige to the cities of the world. I scatter violent disorder throughout the kingdoms of the world. I stone the people of the world. I stride over mountains. I pick up oceans like tin cards and spin them into oblivion. I kick down walled cities. I hurl giant firebrands against governments. I thrust torches through the eyes of the law. I annihilate museums. I demolish libraries. I oblivionize skyscrapers. I become hard as adamant strong as battleindurated with solid fire rigid with hatred. I bring back the wizards and sorcerers the necromancers the magicians. I practice witchcraft. I set up idols. With a sharp-edged sword I cut through the crowded streets. Comets follw in my wake. Stars make obeisance to me. The moon uncovers her nakedness to me. I am the harbiger of a New Sun World. I bring the seed of a New Copulation. I proclaim the Mad Queen. I stamp out vast empires. I crush palaces in my rigid hands. I harden my heart against churches. I blot out cemetaries. I feed the people with stinging nettles. I resurrect madness. I thrust my naked sword between the ribs of the world. I murder the world!

[calamitycrush-blog]

Proportionate - 1927

I never go to church to pray Among the crowded pews Nor kneel before a crucifix To hail the king of Jews I never say a prayer To Saint or Holy Ghost Nor listen to the preacher's word That talks of sin the most But in a pair of eyes Or drinking silver gin Or in the colors of a dress My soul begins to sing And sunbeams on the wall Reveal sometimes for me The beauty that I weave for God And for Eternity.