#xxvii

[illuminated-in-darkness]

Cautious Advance Black Sails Musical Parallels | XII. XXIII. XXV. XXVII.

music variation note: the first and third occurrences of the theme in XII have much lighter instrumentation than the others.

I spent a year rewatching Black Sails and tracking all the bits of music that repeated at any point during the show, and my findings are reinforcing that Bear McCreary is a genius and this show should have been called 'parallels that will kill you over and over again'* (tag | chronological)

[edmy]

These guys...

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Danse Macabre. XXVII. The Astrologer  by  Dark Age Math

[words-and-coffee]

Naked you are blue like the night in Cuba, you have vines and stars in your hair,

Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets: XXVII

[noite-luz]

Não aceite migalha que tu não é formiga pra ficar carregando migalha

Insista em você, não em quem te faz chorar

Você se esforçou muito pra estar onde estar, veja beleza até nas suas sombras

- Preta Velha

[piratecaptainraven]

swimming with the swarm of electric stars

[summerlapsedaway]

“They paint the world full of shadows, and then tell their children to stay close to the light. Their light. Their reasons, their judgments."

[adrasteiax]

I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year;

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Sonnets (XXVII) in “Collected Poems Of Edna St. Vincent Millay”