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childhoodtheme · 11 months
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dream song 29 being recontextualised by the finale is sooooo fucking harrowing…..kendall recanting his admission of killing the waiter being the final insidious thread connecting his arc to that poem wherein the speaker realises he didn’t kill anyone at all. nobody is ever missing. the construction of reality through what is said. AGH
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clarafordahwin · 1 year
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if he had a hundred years & more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time Henry could not make good.
Dream Song 29 by John Barryman
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mid-by-midwest · 11 months
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In honor of the finale of Succession tonight, here's the John Berryman poem that has been the source of all the finale titles in the series.
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bossybigeyes · 1 year
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how’s everyone feeling!!!!!!! super normal??
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royberzatto · 1 year
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Kendall Roy (Dream Song 29) edit
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romanroybraindisease · 11 months
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henry literally could not make good
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dig-with-it · 10 months
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Dream Song 29
There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart so heavy, if he had a hundred years & more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time Henry could not make good. Starts again always in Henry's ears the little cough somewhere, an odour, a chime. And there is another thing he has in mind like a grave Sienese face a thousand years would fail to blur the still profiled reproach of. Ghastly, with open eyes, he attends, blind. All the bells say: too late. This is not for tears; thinking. But never did Henry, as he thought he did, end anyone and hacks her body up and hide the pieces, where they may be found. He knows: he went over everyone, & nobody's missing. Often he reckons, in the dawn, them up. Nobody is ever missing.
— John Berryman
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moonmovement · 1 year
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All the bells say: too late.
John Berryman, Dream Song 29
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loveandthings11 · 1 year
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TV Guide Review 3/22/23
The Hundred? As in, “If he had a hundred years…” 👀
Also cementing Pierce as this season’s chess game. We’re getting Kenaomi back!! 😍😍😍
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plasma-pop · 1 year
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Everyone start placing bets for which line will be featured as finale title! I actually see so many options, but from most to least likely imo:
Starts again always
like a grave
and hide the pieces
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itsyveinthesky · 11 months
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brotherscar-archive · 11 months
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declanscunt · 1 year
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thinking. ruminating. considering. etc. this is soooo intriguing like. the fact that they are in reverse order. how the 3/4 finale titles are incomplete thoughts — with open eyes, he attends, blind / all the bells say: too late. in season 3 it was too late to change logan’s mind or stop him from making the deal / in season 4 this emphasizes a theme that’s already been heavily implied: roman/kendall are blind to the reality that waystar is a dying empire. nobody is ever missing being the final line is so fitting because in a way the season 1 finale was the end of the line for kendall at least. or the beginning of the end. woof i’m scared for this one fuckkkkk
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themeanestflower · 2 years
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Dream Song 29, John Berryman
There sat down, once, a thing on Henry’s heart   só heavy, if he had a hundred years & more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time   Henry could not make good. Starts again always in Henry’s ears the little cough somewhere, an odour, a chime. And there is another thing he has in mind   like a grave Sienese face a thousand years would fail to blur the still profiled reproach of. Ghastly,   with open eyes, he attends, blind. All the bells say: too late. This is not for tears;   thinking. But never did Henry, as he thought he did, end anyone and hacks her body up and hide the pieces, where they may be found. He knows: he went over everyone, & nobody’s missing.   Often he reckons, in the dawn, them up. Nobody is ever missing. 
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simperius · 11 months
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Ghastly,
with open eyes, he attends, blind.
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oflights · 1 year
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Dream Song 29
There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart só heavy, if he had a hundred years & more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time Henry could not make good. Starts again always in Henry's ears the little cough somewhere, an odour, a chime.
And there is another thing he has in mind like a grave Sienese face a thousand years would fail to blur the still profiled reproach of. Ghastly, with open eyes, he attends, blind. All the bells say: too late. This is not for tears; thinking.
But never did Henry, as he thought he did, end anyone and hacks her body up and hide the pieces, where they may be found. He knows: he went over everyone, & nobody's missing. Often he reckons, in the dawn, them up. Nobody is ever missing.
John Berryman
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