#keates

[upennmanuscripts]

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!

- John Keates

A deathless bird dances in the bottom margin of f. 226v, Ms. Codex 724, a 13th century Bible. #drollerydonnerstag

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With more than 900 illuminated manuscripts, 1,250 of the first printed books (ca. 1455 - 1500), and an important collection of post-1500 del

[upsettingandunfortunateclasshate]

When you immerse yourself deeply into nature, exposing yourself to discomfort and risk, you recalibrate more sensitively to unseen patterns and rhythms. You feel your own pulse and breath instilled with a peace and calmness. The rugged landscape becomes hewn differently, takes on more intimate contours. Immersed daily in the sea, swimming in all weathers, it is interesting how other aspects of your life start adjusting to this routine. Tasks are organised differently, more closely aligned to the bigger cycles of sun, moon and tides and seasonal shifts. Some call this biodynamic living, and it makes sense. It connects the unique solitude of every animate or inanimate sentience, and connects it to an expansive, interconnected universe.

When a bourgie Londoner visits the countryside for the first time

[comporsilencios]

[lightofhome]

i have so much of you in my heart

John Keates

[englandwasamistake]

The Romantic Poets discussing their contemporary critics.

Keats: "It actually genuinely really upsets me when critics don't understand my work, but perhaps the unromantic masses just aren't yet ready for this kind of rhapsody in nature."

Shelley: "You can't always please everyone, and sometimes I think, 'yeah maybe I can do better here'."

Byron: "LADIES. I'm boiling! My blood is simmering through my veins and I have some things to say, okay. I am DEEPLY and UTTERLY ofFENded! That critic with the Bun! and the Gold! I do not. aPPreciate. her non-constructive CRITicism of

My. Beautiful. Poetry."

[blackisblackhejsansvejsan]

[paladerp]

Hnnnnnggghhhhhhh

I slightly wanna screm.

Also fuck thinking about what my WoW babies are up to right now...

By this point, Ludovick has managed to pull Dyna’s head back onto her shoulders, and they’ve been working together to rehabilitate her physical strength, though it will never be what it was before this experience. With this in mind, the minute Ludovick gets the call to fight for Lordaeron... 

Dyna will join him as a shield sister, righteous fury stirring in her tired bones, worn but zealous in her will to serve and to the protect the man who risked everything to call her back into the Light’s grace.

Lisbet will want to follow, and for the taking of Lordaeron, she will -- but her place is not on the front lines. She is there for the wounded, the sick at heart, the sick at soul, and once the city falls, she will find herself deployed to Kalimdor to assist with the last stubborn garrisons of Kaldorei, an emissary of Stormwind to learn from the elves and ply rehabilitation methods on soldiers and civilians alike.

Keates is one such soldier whose identity was lost when Argus fell and she sustained permanent brain damage which wiped away her long term memories. Though she is not an elf, it was the elves that took her in and helped her to recover, slowly and steadily; after the fall of Teldrassil, Lisbet will take her in as a Project, and work with her to regain her communication and literacy skills. Lisbet will discover that Keates can heal, and will have her help with rehabilitation efforts.

Felicie disappeared from The Blacklight after becoming disfigured in combat among them; I have no idea where she went or what she’s doing, but I do know that she’s a vain bitch, and sustaining that kind of injury would potentially be upsetting enough to explain my OOC absence as IC vanishing. She has no particular convictions or attachments to Darnassus or Lordaeron, despite her claim to be from Lordaeron originally... odd. I think she’s mostly... trying to be comfortable in her skin, to come to grips with the fact that she is ugly and scarred, and that she will never not be afraid. Trust nobody. Care for nothing but yourself in this world. Give nothing away.

[hysbyswr]

"Night Comes On" (Leonard Cohen) performed by Timothy J. Campbell

I perform "Night Comes On" by Leonard Cohen (1934 - 2016) on the pipe organ at St. Mary's Anglican Church in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, which was built by the Keates Organ Company of Lucan Ontario.