#Scheharazade
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What’s your story? It’s all in the telling. Stories are compasses and architecture; we navigate by them, we build our sanctuaries and our prisons out of them, and to be without a story is to be lost in the vastness of a world that spreads in all directions like arctic tundra or sea ice. To love someone is to put yourself in their place, we say, which is to put yourself in their story, or figure out how to tell yourself their story.
Which means that a place is a story, and stories are geography, and empathy is first of all an act of imagination, a storyteller’s art, and then a way of traveling from here to there. What is it like to be the old man silenced by a stroke, the young man facing the executioner, the woman walking across the border, the child on the rollercoaster, the person you’ve only read about or the one next to you in bed?
We tell ourselves stories in order to live, or to justify taking lives, even our own, by violence or by numbness and the failure to live, tell ourselves stories that save us and stories that are the quicksand in which we thrash and the well in which we drown, stories of justification, of accursedness, of luck and star-crossed love, or versions clad in the cynicism that is at times a very elegant garment. Sometimes the story collapses, and it demands that we recognize we’ve been lost, or terrible, or ridiculous, or just stuck; sometimes change arrives like an ambulance or a supply drop. Not a few stories are sinking ships, and many of us go down with these ships even when the lifeboats are bobbing all around us.
In The Thousand and One Nights, known in English as The Arabian Nights, Scheharazade tells stories in order to keep the sultan in suspense from night to night so he will not kill her. The premise of the vast thicket of stories is that the sultan caught his queen in the embrace of a slave and decided to sleep with a virgin every night and slay her every morning so that he could not be cuckolded again. Scheherazade volunteered to try to end the massacre and did so by telling him stories that carried over from one night to the next for nights that stretched into years.
She spun stories around him that kept him in a cocoon of anticipation from which he eventually emerged a less murderous man. In the course of all this telling she bore three sons and delivered a labyrinth of stories within stories, stories of desire and deception and magic, of tranformation and testing, stories in which the action in one freezes as another storyteller opens his mouth, pregnant stories, stories to stop death.
Do you tell your story or does it tell you? Often, too often, stories saddle us, ride us, whip us onward, tell us what to do, and we do it without questioning. The task of learning to be free requires learning to hear them, to question them, to pause and hear silence, to name them and then to become the storyteller. Those ex-virgins who died were inside the sultan’s story; Scheharazade, like a working-class hero, seized control of the means of production, and talked her way out.
--The Faraway Nearby (2012)
[Rebecca Solnit]
#Storytellers#Scheharazade#The Arabian Nights#stories#The Faraway Nearby#Rebecca Solnit#quotes#words and writing
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Hear me
Follow this calling
I know you see me, fear me
But try to believe me
Hid away, your longing will only grow
And you'll only grow older
#I'm convinced that Tamino is Scheharazade reincarnated and this time Scheherazade is hades ❤️#this man contains a level of fairytale and myth in him that is lethal#the romanticism the flair the flow of this song#if nobody got me i know Tamino's got me i WILL get an amen#ambrosia for the fucking soul#i can and will write a whole snow white interpretation around this song#Tamino#tamino sahar#music#Spotify
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Scheharazade by Richard Siken x Undertow by Son Lux | Hannibal
#mmm#thinking about her#abigail#hannibal#hannigram#richard siken#son lux#mine*#mine/moje#it it anything?#anyway#wideo#we will hurt each other
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Ida Rubinstein (1885-1960) in the Ballets Russes production of Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakovs Scheharazade (1910) / src heritage images, also on Getty Images
#ida rubinstein#dance costume#ballets russes#1910#scheherazade#sheherazade#zobeida#role portrait#oriental costume#orientalism#women artists#danseuse#danzatrice#dancer#tänzerin#bailarina
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wips but theyre just random threads i go insane over for a couple days and then let them languish forever
rhaenicent vamp one shot: yeah its another lesbian vampire thing. but its targs who are weird vamp creatures and alicent doesnt know and there's all these weird rules about not leaving her chambers at night and how the new fashion is high collars (to protect one's neck from the cold). otto is viserys' blood bank but otto is like dried out and is planning to swap out with alicent. alicent FREAKS and runs out and rhaenyra. well. Heh. a predator chases her prey 😈
jae era uzumaki: this one ive actually written like 50% its What if a huge black hole spiral appeared in the red keep. opens up on the night of alyssa and baelon's wedding im sure that means nothing.
apocalypsoiaf: this one is a series so:
roadside picnic type au where after the long night hits, the castles all become fucked up anomalous Zones that have weird gravity and creatures and ooze etc. but theyre filled with food and tapestries and gold to loot so some people (not called stalkers) go in on bounty hunts funded by the remnants of the citadel/fot7
so there's this tidbit that people of the faith will be buried with a crystal so there's this new wave of gravediggers hoping to find crystals and gold they can sell. but the corpses are no longer dead so its zombies :)
small village is overrun by insane apocalypse cult for the stranger except the actual apocalypse does happen. its the interpersonaldrama between the village locals and the stranger zealots. village is on the red fork. inspired by little english village cresswood dale being invaded by sovcit weirdos
daemyra 1001 arabian nights scheharazade: wot it sounds like. rhaenyra telling daemon a long story and its like weird and fucked up and horny and she keeps edging him with plot points. DAEMYRA NEUTRAL its honestly more rhaenicent if anything
barbcat parent teach conference + cheating: wot it says on the tin. they were uni roommates back in the day when cat was experimenting with her demons(bisexuality)
jrt: the jeyne robb theon teen pregnancy fic i used to think i might actuallyfinish 💀 i still think about it i just hate writing and i hate not writing but then i write and i hate it. etcetera ad nauseum
untitled danelle x fem!oc: my oc jeyne whent who has a employee/boss relationship with her lady danelle. a little bit totally causes her downfall
wiggles daensa: i was nostalgic about the wiggles for a couple days and went insane thinking about children's entertainer dany + sansa who got parentified and babysits rickon and robin and theyre obsessed with dany from the tv
various theon threads:
living in a share house with some other northern kids. theon isnt even on the lease he's the asshole dipshit boyfriend even though he's essentially another roommate who showers too long and doesnt wash his dishes
a high school au (i know) but its mostly theon trying to convince robb to fuck in his parents' bed for
asha as theon's legal guardian :)
lovecraftian au where robb is a 1930s noir detective (recently divorced by his ex-wife jeyne for being Too Dedicated To His Job) and he's contacted by asha after theon goes missing. turns out theon is a lovecraftian monster and is being used by euron/ramsay for evil deeds
mafia au but instead of being sexy bdsm its robb accidentlly visiting a greyjoy money laundering restaurant where theon is the only employee and even though theon is the WORST server robb keeps coming. and the food is all just frozen lasagne that theon heats up in the microwave btw and the coffee tastes like ass
this is actually so hard to compile cos i have horrific paranoia and cant stand labelling my docs anything incriminating like "lesbian fanfiction" so i have to decipher what the fuck i meant by
and the body of the doc is two paragraphs of dialogue my brain was tormenting me with and the ages of the characters. do you know how hard it is to figure out what the fuck i was trying to write when the mock up draft is entirely this:
^ this and also more penis puns. but i think ditlo is day in the life and cat is cat but idfk what the sta is for. it could be fucking anything. i think i was gonna queerbait barbcat in this so it cant even be a ship????
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i love the scheharazade job forever and ever it’s one of my top episodes but i will ALWAYS ignore that stupid twist at the end and nate u will die for being mean to hardison
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i love your blog!! ^_^ are there any similar ones you would suggest to follow?
Thank you dear! I am glad you are enjoying my little corner of the web! ^_^
I have the following suggestions for you to explore for cottage core/dark academia/soft vibes:
@owlmylove
@owlmylove , @scheharazade , @firstfullmoon , @cupofteaandstars , @heartpome, @orivu, @unravelingsofanarrator, @woolysocks, @liefst, @pemberlaey, @treedryad , @rekharose , @beesugar
The key is to follow blogs that the people you already follow do. See a post that you like? Where did they reblog it from? Who is the original poster? Tumblr is a treasure hunt! Enjoy it! Also, lately I have found many intersting blogs through tumblr suggestions, so be sure to check these also.
I hope that I've helped you find some blogs of your liking! You can send me some of your suggestions too!
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Milt Caniff on cliffhangers
From The Comics Journal 108, May 1986:
SABA: I noticed one of the new developments in comics: some people are trying to take an aspect of what you do, but to push it the other way. And I think the primary thing that makes vote the top of your field is your ability to tell a story. People are taking that kind of narration that you helped to make possible, through your techniques, and they want to do graphic novels now--start with a beginning, a middle, and an end, as opposed to a strip that goes on and on and on. Would you have ever wanted to do that?
CANIFF: Oh, I do it every day. I do six novels a year. The difference is that there's a carefully contrived umbilical between the end of one of my stories and the next, so that the audience doesn't get turned away. When you say "The End," then lots of people take you to your word, and that's the end of it and you. And, my trick is to hold you from the end of one story to the beginning of another. It's a trick, a technique, that's as old as Scheharazade again, because that's exactly what she did. Just before the end of the story, she would say, "Oh, well, tomorrow...," and so on.
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CANIFF: ...when I first started in this whole thing, the New York News people suggested that I write to Harold Gray and to Chet Gould, who at that point had just ascended. They had become widely read. I was supposed to ask if they could offer me any advice. I wouldn't have done this on my own, by the way. Not that didn't highly respect them, but I didn't want them to feel obligated, and I didn't want to feel obligated to them. But I did because the editor suggested it. Harold Gray said something that was so pertinent: he said that each day you tell a little of what happened yesterday, and tell something of what's going on now, and then tease them into reading tomorrow's strip. But always a little new, a little old, and a little maybe. Very good advice. And he used this, because nothing in his drawing ever gave him the chance that I have of shooting all around the character with the telephone and so on. It was always the same drawing, more or less. But his storytelling was so skilled that he was able to hold you to Orphan Annie. If you became an addict, you were hooked.
https://notes.arkholt.com/pubs/thecomicsjournal/tcj-108-may-1986/milt-caniff-cliffhangers
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hi lovely, i’ve played through a couple times lately and i noticed that the scene where nazeri stitches up the tracker’s back has disappeared, but the later comment that they should know about tracker’s injuries when checking them over after the night in the forest is still there. not sure if that’s helpful at all! am loving greenwarden so far 💖
Weird!! It should still be an option to have Nazeri patch you picked certain weapons/methods of dispatch. I’ll check it out and hopefully fix whatever’s causing the issue!
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7, 17, 27, 57 💌
7 - punisher - phoebe bridgers
17 - hard feelings/loveless - lorde
27 - graceland too - phoebe bridgers
57 - lover’s spit - broken social scene
💗💖 ty!!
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Spinner, Dolpo, Nepal
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A thread is now a line of conversation via email or other electronic means, but thread must have been even more compelling a metaphor when most people witnessed or did the women’s work that is spinning. It is a mesmerizing art, the spindle revolving below the strong thread that the fingers twist out of the mass of fiber held on an arm or a distaff. The gesture turns the cloudy mass of flax or wool into lines with which the world can be tied together. Likewise the spinning wheel turns, cyclical time revolving to draw out the linear time of a thread. The verb to spin first meant just this act of making, then evolved to mean anything turning rapidly, and then it came to mean telling a tale.
Strands a few inches long twine together into a thread or yarn that can go forever, like words becoming stories. The fairytale heroines spin cobwebs, straw, nettles into whatever is necessary to survive. Scheharazade forestalls her death by telling a story that is like a thread that cannot be cut; she keeps spinning and spinning, incorporating new fragments, characters, incidents, into her unbroken, unbreakable narrative thread. Penelope at the other end of the story archive prevents her wedding to any one of her suitors by unweaving at night what she weaves by day on her father-in-law’s funeral garment. By spinning, weaving, and unraveling, these women master time itself, and though master is a masculine word, this mastery is feminine.
Women were spinsters before the word became pejorative, when distaff meant the female side of the family. In Greek mythology, the three Moirae, or Fates, spin each human life as a thread, measure and cut it. With Rumpelstilskin’s help, the unnamed girl spins straw into gold but the wonder is that every spinner takes the amorphous mass before her and makes a thread appear, from which comes the stuff that contains the world, from a fishing net to a nightgown. She makes form out of formlessness, continuity out of fragments, narrative and meaning out of scattered incidents, for the storyteller is also a spinner or weaver and a story is a thread that meanders through our lives to connect us each to each and to the purpose and meaning that appear like roads we must travel. As we did on that midnight walk on the beach, trailing footprints behind like stitches.
“The ‘I’ is a needle some find useful, though/the thread, of course, is shadow,” writes Brenda Hillman in her poem “String Theory Sutra.” The English and Latin word suture has the same root as Sanscrit sutra or Pali sutta. They both have to do with sewing. The sutras, the most sacred texts of Buddhism, were named for the fact that they were originally sewn. The flat blades of palm leaves were strung together by two lines of thread that tied together the stiff, narrow pages like accordian blinds. The books were copied by hand over and over again in that climate of decay. Thus leaf became book, and knowledge was held together and transmitted in a thread, a line, a lineage.
The term sutra, as in the Platform Sutra, the Heart Sutra, or the Lotus Sutra, generally means a teaching by the Buddha himself or one close to him, as distinguished from the scholarly and philosophical texts that piled up afterward. The word is said to have arisen from the actual sewing or binding of these old palm-leaf books, but it must have had some more metaphorical sense, as though the sutras’ words and meanings run throughout all things and bind them together, as though the threads are paths you can follow and veins through which life flows. When you take the precepts or are ordained in the Soto school of Zen Buddhism, you are given a piece of paper on which is written the lineage to which your name has just been added. Written and drawn, since the names are inscribed on a long red thread that loops back and forth so that so much lineage can fit on a single large sheet.
It’s a kind of family tree that traces the teachings from student to teacher and to the teacher’s teacher and so on, following the Japanese Soto Zen masters back to Dogen, who brought Soto Zen from China in the thirteenth century and tracing the Chinese ancestry back to the First Chinese Ancestor, Bodhidharma in the fifth century, and then through the Indian teachers back to the Buddha himself (though some older parts of it must be mythological).
It’s called the blood lineage, as though you had been sutured to a new family whose ties are as strong and red as blood, been sewn into a new set of associations, or given a transfusion. Or become the newest page of a book that continues being written, or sewn. It’s a way of saying that Buddhism is nothing more and nothing less than a conversation that has gone on from generation to generation, not by palm leaves but face to face, a thread of ideas and efforts unbroken over 2500 years. It makes the recipient of the blood lineage only the latest stitch as the flashing needle keeps working its way through the fabric of this existence.
Spinner, Dolpo, Nepal. Excerpt from The Faraway Nearby (2013)
[Rebecca Solnit]
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11, 19 ❣️
11. something you want to do again next year: there's the obvious stuff like crate day and christmas dinner but i'd also really liked the one time we had an "old hollywood movie club" night and would love to do that again and more regularly next year
19. what is something you are excited for next year: weirdly, going back to uni. on a more normal note, i'm very excited to start my swimming membership at the pool by my work, because that's one of my favourite ways to exercise.
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you just discovered you can queue an album on spotify... incredible......... i’m technologically illiterate and i can’t believe this is a new discovery for you... love you, what the fuck
society has evolved past the need for claire to come into my ask box and mock me every second day
#i SWEAR it didnt used to be a feature#and i didn’t realise until after i’d manually queued a 14 song album#ask#scheharazade
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17, 24, 46 ❣️
17. What’s your favourite thing about academia?
learning at things from a new perspective. it’s one thing to read a text and appreciate it for what it is but another to look it from a specific lens or with a context in mind... i think i like learning and exploring.
24. Best book you’ve had to read for a course?
Naguib Mahfouz, Midaq Alley! That book really made me feel a lot of intangible things... and got me thinking about space and liminality. I think it started my interest in academia.
46. How do you study?
i sort my texts out by theme and re-read them with the themes in mind! throughout the semester I try to review my notes weekly and sort them with lots of bullet points in onenote, it really helps me.
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☼ xxxxxxxxxxxxx
(if you don’t know yet, claire is the love of my life and her poetry is wonderful.)
gold rimmed eyes provoking the sunshe drinks river water and dinesripe oranges she stole. her rings,her cards, her fresh incenseand her favorite flower seeds bornein an ivory box locked with a kiss.she travels the world through sunsetssings to births and howlswhen facing death, promises the windto keep all these so very tragic, so very human stories alive.
(send me a ☼ & i’ll write a poem line based on your blog)CLOSED FOR NOW
#when you must write a poem for your one of your favorite poets#i feel exposed#also claire you are a fairy#this is a fairy poem#poetry#scheharazade
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12x23 all along the watchtower, supernatural // scheharazade, richard siken // the lament for icarus, herbert james draper // amen, amber run // 12x23 all along the watchtower, supernatural // planet of love, richard siken // 12x23 all along the watchtower, supernatural // chinese satellite, phoebe bridgers
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