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lars-canyon · 11 months
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GGST – 04 27 23 – Xrd Anji Main [Goldlewis] vs Fennel (I-No)
The Kiss of Death on the White House Reborn
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willbyerstm · 2 years
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This is a extremely private RP account for Will Byers from Stranger Things.
Old url: williambycrss
Multi: @illfatedpartners (includes ST muses: Karen, Jane, Erica) HEAVILY AFFILIATED WITH: @mikewheelertm​ / @rangersinclair​
IMPORTANT:  - If I have unfollowed you recently, it’s nothing personal, I just need more quiet/cleaner dash. I hope you understand! - I am trying to stay off dash for various reasons. That affects you only because I might not see your headcanons / starter calls etc, but 1. I am very glad to hear your headcanon, so feel free to message me with it and 2. I will post reverse starter calls & meme calls!
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ABOUT THE MUN: name is Sofia, she/her, 29 yes I am old. on the spectrum. more here. THEMES EXPLORED (since all kids are doing it): lost childhood, dealing with trauma, self-sacrifice, loyalty, surviving, the importance of friendship, finding oneself, not fitting in, strong bonds, first innocent love, art WIRE: willthewise CURRENT ACTIVITY LEVEL: medium / high LINKS: rules // headcanons //  memes // starters // bio // about the mun // verses Vol.2 Canon Divergent: Read this, please As you can tell, this is very aesthetically minimal blog, I might make the effort, eventually. 
Have fun!!!
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hoidn · 8 months
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okay so i watched all eight episodes of 1899 in one go on monday and i cannot stop Having Thoughts. quite honestly it is the most superbly executed narrative i've ever encountered outside of literature. the sheer thematic scope and complexity is breathtaking. THEY WROTE A GREEK TRAGEDY about all my favourite things and it begins with an emily dickinson poem. !!! the universe was aiming its arrow right at my brain with this one.
(so of course it wasn't renewed. given that la révolution also wasn't renewed, i'm forced to conclude that tptb at netflix have something against thoughtful and nuanced excellence in storytelling.)
this is one of those times i especially miss metafandom because i'm sure there've been discussions about everything my brain is yelling at me but how the hell does one find the good shit anymore? or even the bad shit, for that matter. so here you go, tumblr frēonds, have yet another brain dump that nobody asked for or cares about.
a list of topics covered by 1899 that i recall after watching the entire thing once, in no particular order:
the nature of identity
the nature of reality
how grief warps both the self and the perception of reality
the often inexplicable nature of trust
the human brain's capabilities
the inherent untrustworthiness of memory and the irony that it's all we have
explorations of female identity
the many meanings of freedom
communication!! — trying to understand and be understood through barriers of language, of levels of reality, of technology
the destructive nature of religious zealotry (and christianity in general *internal sigh*)
classism
patriarchy
homophobia (both social and internalised)
the beautiful and horrific acts humans will commit in the name of love
the looming shadow of the male authority figure
space as a concept, both literal and psychological: liminal spaces, confinement
'the odyssey', obviously
the trope of the mad woman in the attic (this one gets its own post because I Have A Lot To Say)
now let's talk ancient greek references!
[1] the names of both ships come from ancient greek mythology: prometheus stole fire from the gods to give to humans and was sentenced to eternal punishment; kérberos (or cerberus) was the multi-headed dog who guarded the gates of the underworld to prevent the dead from leaving.
[2] in ancient greek philosophy, there were four classical elements; this concept was taken up in western alchemy, which made a hobby out of giving everything a glyph or symbol. the symbols of the four elements are triangles:
🜂 = fire 🜄 = water 🜁 = air 🜃 = earth
[3] it's been four months since the prometheus went missing. what, i wondered, is the significance of the number 4? in greek numerals 4 is represented as Δ´. oh, look, a triangle. and what's a triangle in three-dimensional space? a pyramid. and what's a pyramid geometrically speaking? a tetrahedron! which has 4 faces and 4 vertices. it's also the smallest possible platonic solid and plato associated it with the element fire. i don't know enough about geometry or philosophy to take these associations any further, but, as shakespeare would say, come the futtock on. this level of detail is RIDICULOUS and EVERYTHING TO ME.
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sam-glade · 1 year
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Hi! My name is Sam (they/them), and I write SFF.
About me:
I'm queer, in my late 20s, and I live in Europe.
Pets? Two cats + 1 orange braincell
Favourite food? Please don't make me choose.
What I write? Hard fantasy with excessive worldbuilding
Favourite books? The Silmarillion by JRR Tolkien. The Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson. The Traitor by Seth Dickinson. Red Rising by Pierce Brown. Uprooted by Naomi Novik.
Fiction I probably won't enjoy? Romance. Middle grade. Most High School YA. It's just not my cup of tea.
Outside of writing? I'm a mathematician-turned-programmer who wishes they've gone into a more creative career
Silmarillion blog: @ward-of-irmo
Personal blog: @careening-mind
Read all the snippets I've posted under this tag.
DMs/Asks/Tag games? Yes, please
This blog is a mix of things related to my writing, from snippets, through info dumps, to historical trivia and inspirations for the setting. Also, cats.
I'm happy to do beta swaps.
About my writing:
Expect themes of found family, battling inner demons, finding one's identity and strength. But also, superpowered sword fights and epic locations. Don't expect romance front and centre, and don't expect characters who are minors. Most of my characters are openly queer; I enjoy seeing people I can identify with partake in fantasy adventures, without their identities being a burden.
I write multi-POV stories, 3rd person only. I'm not that keen on seemingly unrelated POVs coming together, but I love seeing group interactions through the eyes of a different person each time.
I like turning 'what if' questions into stories - what if the Chosen One was chosen by the villain? What if a Bronze Age civilisation experienced a first contact with an alien race? What would crime-scene investigation look like in a setting where people turn to dust upon death? I also love learning, and I learn by researching random areas that are tangentially related to my writing projects.
Are my fantasy settings too realistic? Maybe. Am I having fun writing it? Definitely.
About my WIPS:
The Sunblessed Realm
Hard fantasy, queernorm setting inspired by Slavic folklore and the history of Central-Eastern Europe. The age of heroes has passed. The heroes remain alive.
A list of all stories and longer snippets in this setting that I've posted.
Days of Dusk trilogy [Tag]
Swords used to be the protectors of the world, channelling the power of the Elements to fight against the Primeval Darkness. Now that the threat is contained, they are perceived as a danger themselves. Their powers are feared, while any advantages they can give are made up for with developments in science.
Info dump posts: Map || Magic system || Fashion || Architecture || Cast
⚔️Gifts of Fate ⚔️
Intro post || [Tag]
The Witcher x Fullmetal Alchemist
Genre: NA hard fantasy
Pitch: The hero was chosen by the villain to become might incarnate. With all due respect, he'd like to decline.
Expect gratuitous superpowered HEMA fight scenes mixed with fridge horror.
Progress: First Draft done at 107k, beta readers' feedback received
⚔️The Prince's Shadow⚔️
Intro post || [Tag]
NA military fantasy.
The hero of the first instalment was deemed to dangerous to live or be killed. The Army's spymaster and the Chief Strategist set him up to die a hero's death.
Note: This was the first story I've written in this setting, with the pitch being 'the hero has just saved the world and needs to figure out what to do with his life'. It has evolved a fair bit since then.
Progress: Needs rewriting, now that the prequel is written.
⚔️Prodigal Children⚔️
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Political fantasy.
The last - the only - war fought by Swords took place two millennia ago, and the memory of its horrors kept the princes motivated to stop it from happening ever again. When an uprising in one of the princedoms spills over the borders, it again becomes a real threat.
Now with more intrigue and sapphic romance.
Progress: First Draft done at 128k
To do: I've got feedback to incorporate
The Truth Teller [Tag]
Intro post
Urban fantasy version of the Eastern Bloc.
Three thousand years later, the heroes of the previous stories have passed into legends. There are no more Swords to protect, Crystals to heal, or Elemental Dancers to mend and build. There are only Knacked, shunned by the society.
Progress: Outline done, writing started.
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The Fulcrum
First Contact Sci-Fi from the point of view of the alien species. While their civilisation is comparable to early Iron Age ones on Earth, don't worry, they have nukes.
Progress: First Draft - 24k/100k
To do: more research
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lilareviewsbooks · 9 months
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Books With Morally Grey Gay People for Pride Month (Except, I'm Late)
Happy Late Pride, everyone! I'm sure many of you, like me, are tired of reading about perfect gay people doing everything right – you want some chaos in your stories! You want some problematic gays! So, even though I missed the end of Pride Month by about two days  – and as a reminder that every month is Pride Month! –I've compiled a list of 5 books that have something super cool about them: their gays are bananas, complex as fuck and ready to wreck hell. 
The Masquerade Series, starting with The Tyrant Baru Cormorant, by Seth Dickinson
This is one I've read recently and haven't gotten over just yet. The Masquerade Series is a triumph. This series follows Baru Cormorant, a young girl from the island nation of Taranoke, who watches her country be colonized by the hugely powerful Masquerade Empire. After one of her fathers is killed for being queer, Baru decides to join a Masquerade school and destroy the Empire from the inside out. Soon, she is being sent to unruleable Aurdwynn, where she is to be the Imperial Accountant. And things get very, very complicated from there.
Baru is an incredibly complex, ever-changing character surrounded by a cast of other complex, ever-changing figures – and most of them are queer! In fact, I think the only drawback for The Masquerade Series is that it can be a little too complex. But the payoff is amazing, and so worth it – especially in this first book, The Tyrant Baru Cormorant. And don't even worry about it – Baru & co. will cause more than enough harm in their way, making them an essential addition to the "problematic queers" packet.
The Locked Tomb Series, starting with Gideon The Ninth, by Tasmyn Muir
You've probably heard of The Locked Tomb Series if you spend a little bit of time on queer SFF booklr, but it's never too much recommending when it comes to this series.
It's very hard to explain what goes on in The Locked Tomb. The first book, Gideon The Ninth, follows our butch lesbian star Gideon as she is enlisted to become the sworn swords-woman to Harrowhark Nonagesimus, and they’re summoned to the First House to compete to become Lyctors, the companions of God. The first book plays out as murder mystery, while the next ones all devise creative ways to tell this story, which grows more and more complex. As the plot thickens, so does the complexity of our characters. They shine through in these novels, as their unapologetic queer selves, in this universe where homo and transphobia don't exist – refreshingly. But, as is the theme here, they don't always make the moral choice. In fact, The Locked Tomb is filled to the brim with crazy queers who do the most insane, deranged things. And Tasmyn Muir's complicated, intriguing writing will get you completely hooked and desperate to know what happens next with our problematic queers!
The Salt Grows Heavy, by Cassandra Khaw
I feel like The Salt Grows Heavy is severely underrated. It just needs to be better known! This is a horror twist on The Little Mermaid, and follows a siren and a plague doctor, the only survivors of a destroyed kingdom, as they go on the run, and the creepy things they find along the way. Now, although our queers aren't exactly villains, they aren't exactly the most moral of people. And their deep feelings of anger, for instance, permeate every page of this book. Mx. Khaw's writing style perfectly captures this, as they weave a tapestry of purple prose that keeps you hooked – I wasn't able to put this novella down from the moment I started until I finished it. Hopefully, you'll have as intense of an experience! She Who Became The Sun, by Shelley Parker-Chan
Another must for your problematic queer needs: She Who Became The Sun is a multi-POV story spanning two different nuclei. One follows Monk Zhu, who assumes her brother’s identity, sure that she is destined for greatness, and the people she meets in her quest to achieve this. Another focuses on Ouyang, an eunuch general who serves – and is lowkey in love with – Esen, the son of a province’s Prince, and the war they’re involved in. Zhu and Ouyang are the most chaotic of protagonists – and their decisions are morally grey, at best. The best part is that they arrive there very naturally – Mx. Parker-Chan is a master at character development, taking you from A to B smoothly. Plus, their writing is absolutely fantastic. She Who Became The Sun is a stunning debut and it is definitely worth all the hype! I'd hop on the train now, before He Who Drowned The World, the sequel, comes out in August!
The Monster of Elendhaven, by Jennifer Giesbrecht
Another novella, this one follows a monster and the man who controls him, exploring their complicated relationship. It's hard not to spoil it, but rest assured that these gay people do the craziest, most morally corrupt things you can imagine! What I enjoyed the most about The Monster of Elendhaven is its readability. I remember flying through this in a single sitting. The writing style reminds a little bit of The Salt Grows Heavy in the sense that it leans into the gruesome, but keeps itself very lyrical! Not to mention, the build up for the toxicity of their relationship is absolutely masterfully done, and I loved every single second of it.
That's all I have, guys, but if you want more queer books, I'd definitely check out my Queer Normal-World Books, where I've compiled some stories with no queerphobia in them!
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Friday, February 9: Iron Maiden, "The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"
“The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner” was one of Iron Maiden’s most lovably ridiculous tunes, a semi-epic so Steve Harris it was more than a little hilarious.  Somewhere in Time found Maiden in a somewhat reflective space, flush from a massively successful worldwide tour and full of confidence but also worn out and ready to try a couple new things (though of course some members were much more willing than others), and Harris in particular went all-in on crafting multi-dimensional gallopers about whatever book or movie he just read or saw.  So of course Iron Maiden would write a 6-minute melodrama about marathon running, and of course it would come exclusively from the pen of Steve Harris- Bruce Dickinson could barely keep a straight face trying to cram all these words into the verses and then turning the title into 300 syllables on the chorus, and everyone could tell.  But even when Maiden was at their most ludicrous during their glory years, their momentum was unstoppable and it was hard to deny the goofy charm on display, from the weaving guitar melodies that felt obvious but also inevitable and awesome to the always stellar leads of Adrian Smith and Dave Murray, Nicko McBrain’s athletic drumming and the laughable sense of drama that was their stock in trade.  In a way this was also the last time the band would sound this innocent: there was a feeling of enthusiasm that would soon be largely replaced by a colder sense of professionalism along with a templatized approach to exploration.  But for 6 delightful minutes “The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner” was glorious nonsense from a band that didn’t take themselves quite as seriously as everyone thought, but did take themselves more seriously than was really necessary.
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3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?
Hold me fast, and fear me not - the longest multi-chapter fic I've finished (we won't talk about all the unfinished ones).
7. If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?
I thought I could guess this without looking, and got it entirely wrong! I actually used more poetry than songs: 3 titles from T.S. Eliot and 2 from Emily Dickinson.
8. Pairing you wrote the most for this year?
Medraut/Turunesh
9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?
Besides the obvious, I'm gonna say Goewin & Medraut.
17. Your favorite character to write this year?
I don't want to choose!! What if I cheat and say....in-universe publications?
18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?
Lymond.
27. What do you listen to while writing?
Silence, unless I need to drown out an unpleasant noise. Oh, and sometimes the cat howling (he's fine).
29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?
"You love the darkness too." - from All the wrong things
"ao3 wrapped" fic asks
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crowderrosario01 · 2 months
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Breaking Down Barriers: The Power of Urban Poetry in Social Justice Movements
Poetry has long played a considerable function in social justice motions throughout history. From the civil liberties motion to the defend gender equality, poets have actually utilized their words to motivate, educate, and mobilize neighborhoods. The power of poetry lies in its ability to communicate intricate feelings and concepts in a concise and impactful way. It has the capability to touch hearts, obstacle minds, and fire up a passion for change. Throughout history, poets have actually been at the forefront of social justice motions, utilizing their words to clarify injustices and advocate for equality. In modern love poems , poets like Walt Whitman and Emily Dickinson utilized their poetry to challenge social norms and advocate for specific liberty. During the civil liberties motion in the 1960s, poets like Langston Hughes and Maya Angelou provided voice to the battles of African Americans and inspired a generation to eliminate for equality. The value of poetry in advocacy can not be overstated. It has the power to humanize complex issues, evoke empathy, and create a sense of shared experience. Poetry can reach people on an emotional level, making them more responsive to new ideas and viewpoints. It can also work as a call to action, motivating individuals to get involved and make a distinction. The Evolution of Urban Poetry: From the Streets to the Phase Urban poetry, likewise known as spoken word or slam poetry, has its roots in the streets of marginalized neighborhoods. It became a type of expression for those who felt unheard and marginalized by society. In the 1960s and 1970s, urban poetry began to gain appeal as poets took their words from the streets to the phase. Gradually, urban poetry has actually evolved into an effective art form that integrates elements of storytelling, efficiency, and activism. Poets utilize rhythm, rhyme, and wordplay to engage audiences and communicate their messages. They typically include components of music, theater, and dance into their efficiencies, creating a multi-sensory experience for the audience. Significant city poets like Gil Scott-Heron, Nikki Giovanni, and Saul Williams have had a considerable effect on the art type. They have actually pushed the limits of what is possible with poetry, utilizing their words to challenge societal norms and motivate modification. Their performances have mesmerized audiences and accentuated crucial social concerns. The Power of Spoken Word: How Urban Poets Mesmerize Audiences Spoken word poetry has a distinct power to captivate audiences and produce a sense of intimacy and connection. Unlike written poetry, which is frequently checked out calmly, spoken word poetry is meant to be performed and heard. The poet's voice, tone, and body movement all add to the overall effect of the efficiency. Urban poets utilize a range of techniques to engage and mesmerize audiences. They frequently use brilliant images, metaphor, and storytelling to bring their words to life. They utilize rhythm and repetition to produce a musicality that draws listeners in. They likewise use their bodies and gestures to enhance the performance, making it a really immersive experience. Examples of effective spoken word efficiencies can be found in the work of poets like Sarah Kay, Andrea Gibson, and Rudy Francisco. Their performances are raw, emotional, and deeply personal. They deal with a large range of subjects, from love and heartbreak to social justice and identity. Their words resonate with audiences, leaving a lasting effect long after the performance is over. Breaking Down Barriers: How Urban Poetry Transcends Race and Class One of the most exceptional aspects of metropolitan poetry is its ability to transcend race and class. It has the power to bring people from various backgrounds together, creating a sense of unity and shared experience. In a world that typically feels divided, urban poetry has the prospective to bridge gaps and foster understanding. Urban poets often address concerns of race and class in their work, clarifying the experiences of marginalized communities. They utilize their words to challenge stereotypes, confront systemic oppressions, and advocate for equality. By sharing their stories and perspectives, they develop a space for discussion and compassion. Poets like Claudia Rankine, Danez Smith, and Patricia Smith have utilized their poetry to deal with problems of race and class in powerful and thought-provoking methods. Their words challenge listeners to challenge their own biases and analyze the methods which they add to systemic inequalities. Through their poetry, they influence individuals to act and work towards a more just and equitable society. The Crossway of Poetry and Activism: How Urban Poets Drive Modification Urban poets are not only artists however likewise activists. They utilize their poetry as a tool for driving social and political modification. Through their words, they raise awareness about important issues, challenge the status quo, and inspire individuals to do something about it. Urban poets frequently work together with grassroots companies, community groups, and social justice motions to enhance their message. They carry out at rallies, demonstrations, and community occasions, using their poetry to activate and stimulate audiences. They also use social media platforms to reach a wider audience and participate in online activism. Examples of metropolitan poets who have actually been associated with activism and advocacy work can be discovered in the work of poets like Aja Monet, Mahogany L. Browne, and Clint Smith. They have used their poetry to promote for racial justice, gender equality, and immigrant rights. Their words have motivated people to get associated with activism and make a difference in their communities. Poetry as a Tool for Empowerment: How Urban Poets Provide Voice to the Marginalized Urban poetry has the power to empower marginalized communities by giving them a voice and a platform to share their stories. It supplies a chance for individuals who have actually been silenced or disregarded by society to be heard and seen. Urban poets frequently give voice to underrepresented groups, clarifying their experiences and struggles. They challenge stereotypes, face systemic injustices, and advocate for equality. By sharing their stories and point of views, they empower others to do the same. Poets like Denice Frohman, Fatimah Asghar, and Angel Nafis have utilized their poetry to provide voice to the marginalized. They have actually taken on concerns such as migration, mental health, and LGBTQ+ rights in their work. Their words have actually resonated with people who have felt undetectable or unheard, inspiring them to speak up and share their own stories. The Healing Power of Poetry: How Urban Poets Attend To Injury and Injustice Urban poetry can be an effective tool for healing, both for people and neighborhoods. It provides an area for individuals to process their feelings, face trauma, and discover solace in shared experiences. It likewise serves as a way of attending to social and political injustices, offering voice to those who have actually been silenced or disregarded. Urban poets typically resolve issues of trauma and injustice in their work, using their words to bring attention to the discomfort and suffering experienced by marginalized neighborhoods. They offer a platform for individuals to share their stories and find healing through the power of words. Poets like Eve Ewing, Hanif Abdurraqib, and Safia Elhillo have used their poetry to deal with problems of trauma and injustice in effective and transformative ways. Their words provide comfort, recognition, and want to those who have experienced pain or oppression. Through their poetry, they produce a space for healing and resilience. From Demonstration to Progress: How Urban Poets Inspire Action Urban poets have a distinct ability to inspire action and change through their work. Their words can ignite an enthusiasm for justice, challenge social norms, and mobilize neighborhoods. By sharing their stories and perspectives, they inspire individuals to get involved and make a difference. Urban poets typically use their poetry to call attention to important social and political issues. They challenge the status quo, challenge systemic injustices, and supporter for equality. Through their words, they motivate people to take action and work towards a more simply and fair society. Examples of city poets who have actually been involved in effective projects for social and political modification can be discovered in the work of poets like Elizabeth Acevedo, Clint Smith, and Danez Smith. They have actually used their poetry to promote for issues such as weapon violence prevention, racial justice, and LGBTQ+ rights. Their words have actually motivated people to get involved in advocacy and make a tangible impact in their neighborhoods. The Worldwide Effect of Urban Poetry: How Poets Connect Throughout Borders Urban poetry has a global effect, transcending borders and cultures. Poets from various countries and backgrounds connect with each other through their shared love of words and their commitment to social justice. They team up, share ideas, and motivate each other to press the limits of the art type. Through social media platforms and online communities, metropolitan poets connect with each other throughout borders. They share their work, engage in discussion, and support each other's creative ventures. This international network of poets develops a sense of solidarity and unity, regardless of the geographical distances that separate them. The worldwide effect of urban poetry can be seen in the work of poets like Warsan Shire, Rupi Kaur, and Koleka Putuma. famous modern poets with people from various cultures and backgrounds, motivating them to use poetry as a tool for modification. Through their poetry, they produce a sense of connection and understanding that transcends borders. The Future of Urban Poetry: How the Art Form Continues to Evolve and Inspire Urban poetry continues to progress and influence, pressing the borders of what is possible with words. As brand-new voices emerge and brand-new point of views are shared, the art form continues to grow and adjust to the changing times. New and emerging urban poets are making their mark on the art type, bringing fresh point of views and innovative strategies. They are using their poetry to deal with pushing social issues, challenge societal norms, and influence modification. Their words have the power to form the future of metropolitan poetry and drive social justice movements forward. Examples of new and emerging urban poets can be found in the work of poets like Amanda Gorman, Danez Smith, and Morgan Parker. They are utilizing their poetry to resolve issues such as racial justice, climate change, and psychological health. Their words motivate people to think seriously, challenge the status quo, and work towards a more simply and equitable society. The Enduring Tradition of Urban Poetry in Social Justice Movements The long-lasting legacy of urban poetry in social justice movements can not be overstated. Throughout history, poets have used their words to inspire, inform, and mobilize neighborhoods. They have actually provided voice to the marginalized, challenged societal standards, and promoted for equality. Urban poetry has the power to go beyond race and class, bringing individuals from different backgrounds together. It has the ability to recover, resolve trauma, and provide solace in shared experiences. It influences action and drives social and political modification. As we seek to the future, metropolitan poetry will continue to progress and motivate. New voices will emerge, new perspectives will be shared, and brand-new methods will be checked out. The power of poetry in social justice motions will withstand, reminding us of the significance of words in producing a more just and fair world.
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hamstringy · 3 months
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Books of 2023
this is mostly for me to yell at my lawn about books i want more people to read. my faves are highlighted in purple and have a star (☆) next to them. if anyone wants to suggest books at me........ <3
i did not think i was going to make my goal of 26 books, but then i got put on desk duty at work and discovered audiobooks!
The Traitor Baru Comorant - Seth Dickinson gah!!! Builds methodically and slowly but crumbles apart and hits you on the dick over and over. Cannot believe a guy named Seth Dickinson wrote this (affectionate).
The Goblin Emperor - Katherine Addison Classic feel-good whump, but don't think too hard about the politics. I would have been obsessed with this as a kid.
☆ Babel - R.F. Kuang ☆ A capital-T Tragedy that made me physically cry! RF Kuang is incredible at writing about colonialism and situations that go horribly wrong.
A Lady for a Duke - Alexis Hall Generally cathartic romance about a trans woman who fakes her death at Waterloo to live as a woman and falls in love with her childhood best friend. I think I am not entirely a romance girlie but definitely a solid book.
Sorrowland - Rivers Solomon Oh baby let's get weird and talk about politics! Contains a mycelium-fueled gay ghost orgy and some very good body horror.
A Prayer for the Crown-Shy - Becky Chambers The Monk and Robot duology keeps hitting me over the head with ruminations on all the coming-of-age questions but it offers me tea and a listening ear so I quite love it.
The Stars and the Blackness Between Them - Junauda Petrus I think the prose is well written, but I was definitely left wanting more regarding the magical realism.
Feed Them Silence - Lee Mandelo Again with the slacking on the magical realism. Frighteningly contemporary crumbling relationship and not nearly enough weird bullshit for me.
The Future of Another Timeline - Annalee Newitz I hated this book so much. I really think you could pass it off as the product of a corporate man, that's how shallow it is. It has mega commitment issues with the themes it tries to tackle. Also, if you're going to write a time traveling book you NEED to do at least cursory research???? Women in the 1890s did not wear bras????
No One is Talking About This - Patricia Lockwood A fun and brutal investigation of being chronically online and dealing with personal tragedies. Bonus points for being written by Miette the cat's owner.
☆ Greenwood - Michael Cristie ☆ Incredible multi-generational epic. Cristie knows the story he wants to tell and he executes it near-flawlessly. I didn't love the ending but the rest of the book makes up for it.
Rabid - Monica Murphy, Bill Wasik Definitely an interesting look a the cultural side of rabies, but I wish they had maybe not gone with such a wide array of subjects.
The Lucky Red - Claudia Cravens A queer (minor homophobia) Western in the spirit of all the good female country singers.
Persuasion - Jane Austen Oh baby. I get it now.
Ancillary Justice - Ann Leckie An unfortunate choice of media means I can't rate this higher. I think it's too hard sci-fi for me to listen to it, so I need to reread it in physical form.
Deaf Republic - Ilya Kaminsky Brutal. Kaminsky is really fucking good at writing about war in a pretty minimalist style.
Small Things Like These - Claire Keegan A book that reminds you about the point of choosing to do something right. Also has the added benefit of teaching me about something I didn't know about (The Magdalene Laundries).
Eartheater - Dolores Reyes Another victim of the audiobook medium. I'm not sure if this is because it was translated or because I was expecting something a bit different, but I didn't really jive with this.
☆ Islands of Abandonment - Cal Flyn ☆ Absolute banger. Beautiful prose, concept that makes me go a bit feral. I want to tattoo this on my brain.
Fourth Wing - Rebecca Yarros This is not a fair review--I read this because my friend hated it. A deeply unserious and superficial book to me as an avid fantasy person and not a romance person. I wish Yarros had actually gone full hog and actually included disability in the sex scenes at the very least.
The Vanished Birds - Simon Jimenez Genuinely not sure how to feel about this? Sprawling space opera with purposefully unfinished ties. It does make me excited to read A Spear Cuts Through Water though.
Kindred - Olivia E. Butler I get the Butler hype now! Read it.
Flux - Jinwoo Chong A lukewarm positive review here? Very much a deep dive on grief, tech politics, and fandom. Has some weird timeline stuff so I was definitely confused.
Upright Women Wanted - Sarah Gailey Reads like that one ao3 excerpt of Sasuke learning about gay people. It feels like there's next to no world-building or character development. The characters are incredibly juvenile and all the changes happening are spelled out.
The Dragon Republic - R.F. Kuang Lord, this was a deeply intricate trainwreck of a book. Deeply uncomfortable and yet incredibly gripping.
Rereads:
Nona the Ninth, Harrow the Ninth, and Gideon the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir Decided I needed to listen to the audiobooks of these to inflict maximum damage. Good lord, I am still insane about these books.
Graceling - Kristen Cashore I was obsessed with these books as a 10 year old, and this one still mostly holds up. A good example of romances for little girls who aren't convinced by romance.
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TIFF 2022: Day 1
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Films: 3 Best Film Of The Day: Triangle of Sadness
Triangle of Sadness: Ruben Ostlund has what appears to be a direct pipeline into the psyche of his often wealthy and exceedingly vain characters. More than anything, it seems, money has the ability to help them hide their frail neediness and vanities from the outside world, a disguise the devilishly funny Swedish director delights in exposing in vibrant colors. This film, which won the Palme d’Or at Cannes back in May, might be his most acerbic takedown yet. It’s divided into three sections, the first of which focuses on the trials and tribulations of a pair of stunning models, Carl (Harris Dickinson), and Yaya (the late Charlby Dean, who died of apparent septicemia on the eve of the fest), as they cavort around, and argue about money ( “It’s such a hard thing to talk about,” Carl says, after an altercation at a fancy restaurant). The second section finds the now-happy couple aboard a $250 million luxury yacht for a cruise  —  paid for by her IG sponsors  — amidst a throng of older, richer, and generally less happy other patrons. Even here, however, the icy grip of reality is close at hand: The ship is “led”  by a boozed-up Marxist captain (Woody Harrelson), who goes MIA for much of the proceedings, and then gets wildly drunk with a Russian fertilizer oligarch (Zlatko Buric), during the night of a pounding gale, that leaves many of the guests violently ill in a multi-orifice serenade of bodily secretions and despair  —  and that’s before the pirates show up. The final act, which, after the whippet-fast first two drags a bit by comparison, finds the group of survivors washed up on a proverbial desert (tropical) island, desperate for someone to take command of their sorry state, and finding an unlikely  —  and ruthless  —  leader in Abigail (Dolly De Leon), the former “head of toilets” on the ship, who creates a new hierarchy that ultimately leads us right back into violent chaos. As is his usual manner, Ostlund mostly dispenses with subtlety in favor of a raucous sort of precision (the sounds of buzzing insects inform one scene, in another the whining rub of a windshield wiper; one shot of a seriously sick wealthy woman sliding helplessly back and forth on the slick floor in her bathroom is hilarious in its abject cruelty), setting up his gilded pins for the inevitable bowling ball hurtling at them. One imagines it won the top prize at Cannes for its raw audaciousness as much as anything else. 
Decision to Leave: If Oldboy proved Park Chan-wook could handle twisty crime dramas, and The Handmaiden showcased his ability to capture sinewy sensuality, this film manages to combine elements of both as a rumination on love via the misty vagaries of human emotion. Hae-jun (Park Hae-il) is a meticulous Busan-based detective, married to a sweet woman (Jung Yi-seo), who lives and works in a smaller city some distance away. While working on a case involving a wealthy rock-climber who fell to his death in either a suicide or a murder, Hae-jun becomes mixed up with the dead man’s striking Chinese wife, Seo-rae (Tang Wei), a caregiver for the elderly that herself has something of a suspicious past. As the detective becomes more and more entranced by her, he starts to reject any notion of her being the culprit, despite various bits of evidence that might suggest otherwise. It might sound like a hard-boiled procedural, but the ever-dexterous Park is after something far more elusive and beguiling: The dissection of a love story through the prism of a murder investigation. Time and again, Hae-jun recreates various moments and scenes in his mind, placing him directly next to Seo-rae, and, later on, she with him, making observations based on their loving insight into one another, even as it turns increasingly complicated. Being a native Chinese speaker, Seo-rae’s hesitant Korean is often translated back and forth between them (and us), so even the act of basic communication comes via a filtered source. As their relationship gets more hazy, the lines blurred between roles, it’s very much as if they lose themselves completely to each other, helpless to avoid catastrophe, even as they attempt to stave it off. It’s a slower-moving film than some of Park’s more high-octane stuff, but its determined deliberateness eventually yields up some third-act treasures that seem very much worth it. Park’s sense of texture  —  both emotional, and visceral  —  is such that you can never quite turn away or stop paying attention. Much like the pair of doomed lovers themselves, we’re bound to stick around until the bitter end. 
One Fine Morning: If French cinema is meant to be taken literally, doing a disservice to its own people, it’s to suggest a peculiar harmony of traits and impulses: Younger women adore older men; everyone has affairs on everyone else; and parents eschew their children in favor of such romantic adornments. It that sense, Mia Hansen-Love’s film, about a widow, Sandra (Lea Seydoux), with a young daughter in tow, who becomes involved with Clement (Melvil Poupaud) the married friend of her late husband, manages to hit nearly every key trope. Sandra is also having to contend with the continuing dissolution of her elderly father (Pascal Greggory), a former professor of philosophy, whose mind is going on him as his vision gets worse. As Clement comes and goes from her life  —  caught, it would seem between feeling hopelessly in love, and deeply guilty  —  Sandra has to adjust to her pain and loneliness over and over again, even as her papa clamors only for his “companion” friend of several years, who comes to visit him sporadically at the various nursing homes they are forced to place him in. It does have strong performances  —  Seydoux, in particular, is a powerhouse  —  which help anchor it down some from wisping in the air like so much steam. Hansen-Love invests heavily in her characters, but somehow we rarely get beyond a sort of surface level, despite their continual presence. For one thing, the narrative is chopped into small, bite-sized pieces, which work mostly to transition us from one plot point to another. We get the sense of the dramatic chaos Sandra’s love causes her, but not so much why she would continually put herself in such a position in the first place. By the end, with a resolution that only feels partially earned, we’re left wondering if that’s all the director really had in mind when she started. 
TIFF: One Last Time, wherein the author contemplates this year’s offerings and the past decade of covering this fabulous film festival, as he’s poised to embark on a new career path that will more than likely involve him standing up in front of a group of sullen teens, espousing the glories of the Russian masters, rather than taking in a beatific week of international cinema in the early days of September. 
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~~ Dickinson Fanfic Update ~~
The next chapter is here!
As Lavinia and Austin try to figure out how to force Emily and Sue to cross paths, Sue's best friend Ben is tryin to figure out if he should do the same thing. But all the plotting and pining may be about to end...
(This story is a multi-chapter modern AU with themes of fate, destiny, and infidelity).
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We didn’t have a question of the Day in forever! And I just saw the writer‘s ask that somehow slipped through - so…38 and 40 if you feel so inclined? 💜
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38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?
oh man pretty much everything about me is weird so im sure my writing process is weird as fuck. - i rarely write in chronological order, it's almost always just skipping around, moving bits and pieces, etc. multi-chapters are usually written with just a bunch of random scenes and a general idea of what i want the story to contain first, and then build the rest around it. sometimes all i know is what the emotional climax will be. sometimes it's something as simple as an article of clothing or a color that i start with, and just branch out from there. - i've never used beta readers and don't intend to. i hate showing unfinished works and i don't particularly like people seeing my notes and outlines either. being forced to share and edit each other's works in school was tantamount to torture for me tbh XD
40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.
Hope is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson - one of the poems that helped me survive, though i can't fully articulate how or why
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Yorath House Studio Residency Wrap-Up: Thea Bowering and Jody Shenkarek
Long-time friends Jody Shenkarek and Thea Bowering were the third artist pair to take up residence at the Yorath House Artist Studio Placement this year. Over the summer, they began their long-talked about collaboration that blended Jody’s music with Thea’s storytelling.
Now that their residency has concluded, the artists are sharing a final update on their time at Yorath House with reflections, prose excerpts, and images. Read more about their residency on the YEGArts blog (introductory post, reflections #1, reflections #2) and check out Jody and Thea's Instagram @sistersofyorath .
Thea Bowering: Final Blog Post
I've lived in Edmonton for two decades now, and if I think of my life as a story, sometimes I find that ironic: I never imagined spending the last of my youth in the geography I had dismissed in my Can Lit 100 courses. I always hated those "foundational," multi-generational stories about people arriving and staying in a place on The Prairies, hated slugging through pages that described life in dusty landscapes I thought no one in their right mind would want to live in. Over the last two decades, I've written short stories about the urban landscape of Edmonton. I would often forget I live in a river town, that there is a river down there, flowing through the basin of the city. When I did picture the North Saskatchewan, it was frozen, not necessarily with ice, but as it would be on a postcard printed who-knows-when sitting in a motel/gas station card rack. Greetings from Edmonton! In red cursive. Greetings from anywhere!
I'm terrible, I agree. A good part of the reason I wanted this residency had to do with an intense need to be better, get down into the valley and close to the river to find a lightness, an expanse, to be away from trucks and cement, my cramped and failing house, unfurl my sedentary body and tired mind and simply push them into green--become less ironic. Every day I was working at Yorath House, I would walk the short path to the dock that reaches quiet out into the river. And with water below me, the green and brown banks all around, the crazy swirling white and blue sky far above, I would stretch out waiting for the currents of "the Universal Being [to] circulate through me." But this didn't happen. I looked glumly at the lucky ones floating down the river on paddleboards, holding their beers, wondering if the Universal Being was flowing through them. One day walking up the ramp from the dock, back to the main path, I saw off to the side a fully intact dandelion puff, the largest and most perfect I'd ever seen. I bent down and stared into its perfect roundness. It looked back at me, a giant eyeball on a stalk, its spore-design an iris. It was a perfect eyeball looking at me. My whole imperfect body staring back, recoiled. I realized, as much as it relaxes me and makes me happy, Nature also makes me feel like a terrible human, with some impenetrable construction column inside that keeps out the blowing spirit. I am more at one with the crumbling city. 
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But it was my aim to write something about things I hadn't tried to write about before: nature and local history. I did end up reading and being influenced by writers I hadn't read before, who write on nature: Ralph Waldo Emerson and Emily Dickinson. And I ended up learning a lot of things I didn't know much about: the Métis lot system, the history of scrip, the Indigenous and Métis community that lived between 1935-37 along the edge of the city, 142nd street, the street I drove down every day to get to Yorath House. I learned that the practice here of taking apart material history and abandoning it is as old as the city itself. When the last original Fort Edmonton was dismantled in 1915, the Alberta Government promised the people it would reuse the timber in a heritage or museum-like way. Instead, the pieces of fort lay about below the parliament building and eventually vanished. There are many great rumours about what happened to that timber. Similarly, Dennis Yorath tried to donate to the city the eight-foot fieldstone chimney that sat on his property, all that was left of a cabin built by English Charlie, a famous early settler and gold panner. A letter from a city secretary to Dennis reads: "As you know, the fireplace was the oldest relic of early Edmonton still in existence. Without your permission for removal, it would have been lost forever." Well, the chimney was lost forever, deemed too fragile to move and re-erect near John Walter House or the reconstructed Fort Edmonton. For years it had sat, houseless, in Laurier Park, without signage, a curiosity for passersby. And after it was dismantled, where did its stones go? I became obsessed with this and trolled the field next to Yorath for old looking stones, ha! 
There is, however, also a beauty that comes from the way the material past is neglected in Edmonton--rather than cleaned away, it is often left in piles for whomever wants it, left to fall down on its own in beautiful weathered ruin. In my stories about cities, I focus on the flâneur: a modern social and literary figure--solitary, urban, wandering, rebellious--who goes far off the set paths of the city to witness and recount the visions of urban life that are neglected, strange, or in ruin. As Jody and I poked about in the bush along the paths of Yorath, in our mode of flânerie, we found evidence of old river homes--possibly going back as far as the Métis and early European settlers. (We image, anyway!) We find a line of stone foundation, an old hearth, a large pile of completely rusted tin cans, a very old gear a tree has grown into.
In one of my favourite essays of flânerie, Virginia Woolf's "Street Haunting," the speaker says she must cross London alone at dusk to buy a pencil. This is just an excuse--as a woman at her time had to have a purpose, usually related to shopping, to leave the house alone for a walk. Her real purpose is to write about all the strange and chance spectacles she sees along the way. This wandering on foot and with words is something I was trying to do with the long piece I was writing at Yorath. (I've submitted excerpts from it in previous blog posts.) In one way, in my mind, our version of Woolf's pencil is the Ghost Pipe--the flower we sought and thought about throughout our residency. It spurred on our walks and meditations about many things: growing older, grief, thoughts about beauty, nature, and the fragility of ourselves and our world. Now that the residency is over, I am going through withdrawal, not being in the valley and on the water and walking paths every day. But I also know that I have found the spot in Edmonton I can return to, for solace and the inspiration to continue this long poetic-prose piece about this place. I'm going to include the last two entries I wrote while at Yorath. I don't think they really gives a sense of closure; they're just the latest in a string of them that continues. 
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Ten weeks here and I haven't yet written about grief. Even though it's what we started with. Even though it's all around and in everything. Your loved one's ashes catching wind over water. My loved one's ashes buried in an old settler orchard. air, water, fire, and earth. God's eye woven by someone and hung, a star, on a saskatoon berry bush over our little cluster of ghost pipe. The narrative did not go as we hoped it would. Does it ever? We did, in the end, get to see it--but not here. By a different piece of the river. That day under the Mill Creek Bridge, the police were evicting a community who had been living in the ravine for a while. The police were cheery and relaxed as a mattress with a bloom of brown in the middle fell into a storage container. This was all we could observe through the greenery. We heard rustling close by, along the bike path, but we did not go see. Did we learn how to sit beside grief? The moment of finding the flower was not an epiphany, did not bring about a sudden change, but brought empathy, real and useless. We returned almost daily to the tender stalks, to sit in vigil. All around us things died quickly or slowly, unnoticed by walkers and joggers and cyclists. A caterpillar writhed silently as wasps dived onto it, taking out chunks of real estate and planting eggs. We feel for it. We remove it with a bit of bark and place it somewhere covered. It will die in pain unobserved. Grief is useless but persists. Love persists. Grief walks up and down the river, up and down. A hundred and fifty years ago children walked up and down the banks of this river, calling for their parents. You are useless and crude and should learn how to be useful. That is all that matters now. The present is over. You should learn to measure grief and think about the future. Instead, you sit beside white flowers, taking elegiac photos. Mourning that which is a symbol of mourning.
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The other day I thought of Emily's long dash as a straightened-out blackening ghost pipe, a line somewhere between life and death. To suspend the Breath / Is the most we can / Ignorant is it Life or Death / Nicely balancing. The white petticoats rimmed black and gathered professionally in a flower frenzy, one black stockinged leg thrust straight up and then out, tick-tocking back and forth with a da-da-dahdahdahdah. Your time is up, Victorianism! She can-caned with a young ruined face that people loved. I shouldn't. But I still think of this plant as a tragic heroine.
Jane Avril, skinny, "fed on flowers" holding the pose
                                                                                    and then dying, poor, in obscurity, of course. Jane the strange one, Jane the crazy. All the innocent whores of modern history jerk from lover to lover down narrow stone streets, turning childhood illness, a nervous tic, into dance. They take up with a woman, then a lecherous doctor, drag a boy-child along from one daddy to another. Hysterical elegance and soft melancholy all around, movement immortalized in Toulouse-Lautrec posters. Life and death, luck and misfortune, a hair-width between them. She once headlined at the Jardin de Paris, but ended in a poor house, sick with angina, dying in 1943. Last written words "I hate Hitler."Too loose. To Lose. The Trek.
But all that is behind me now. We sit at the side of the jogging path in folding chairs, just two weird old ladies, it looks like. J. says: Ghost Pipe's stems reminds me of an empty artery. Yuk, I say...
                        I just Can't. Can't
Look. The Summer is almost gone.
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Jody Shenkarek: Final Blog Post
My time at Yorath House this summer has been such an incredible opportunity. Thea and I came to this place to work together and learn from each others experiences. We spent many hours walking the trails, sitting on the beaches, talking, listening trying new ideas and enjoying the grounds and the surrounding community. Time was a gift for us. Time to explore words, music, ideas and each others hearts and minds. We learned a lot about the area and the history of the people that have lived herein this place. I am thankful for my time and the interest it has sparked in me regarding place and people and history. We saw many native plants and learned the bends of the river. Met people from the area and found our favourite paths and places. The house welcomed us, and provided a place of comfort and creativity. We learned slowly how to intertwine our talents and come out with a project that highlights our individual and shared ideas.
Mornings with coffee and sunlight were my favourite time for writing lyrics and poetry. Thea taught me about form in writing and I taught her about making songs.
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I have many hours of recordings made on the grounds of birds and sounds and our long talks and experimental songwriting projects. My photography and paintings done during that time have brought me great joy and I'm hoping to show them in the future.
Our beloved flower friend ghost pipe showed up (sadly not in the grounds of Yorath) but nonetheless we had the opportunity to sit with it for a week. I am forever grateful for this time as it shifted my world.
We will never truly leave Yorath now. We will come and walk and remember and keep building on the projects that we have started here. Ideas grow and reflection on our time will bring other new ideas as well. The chance to have an entire summer to be with a fellow artist and work together was heart opening. Connection and creativity take time. Thank you for this perfect summer.
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