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memoryslandscape · 22 hours ago
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My heart Rooted like the tree, Like the tree reaches out yearning arms Clutching at the wind.
Muna Lee, section I of “Wind-Blown,” Poetry (August 1917)
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pop-goes-the-weasel · 2 days ago
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Enjoy this glorious screenshot from the OSP dracula summary
P.S. I am absolutely in love with this Seward design
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saja-star · a month ago
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One of my favorite things about learning about traditional textiles is the little ghosts they left in the language. Of course the ghosts are there, now that I know to look for them. Once upon a time, half the population spent a majority of their day making textiles. Spinning, at the very least, has been a part of humanity since the Neanderthals. That kind of knowledge doesn't just disappear.
A heckle was a device with sharp metal spikes, and people drag flax through the spikes to separate out the fibers from the chaff. When you say someone heckled a performer, you think you are being literal but you're speaking in an ancient metaphor.
When my grandpa says "spinning yarns" to mean telling stories, he knows that one's not quite literal, but its vividness is lost to him. There is no image in his mind of rhythm, muscle memory, and the subtle twist that aligns clouds of fibers into a single, strong cord.
When a fanfic writer describes someone carding their fingers through someone's hair, that's the most discordant in my mind. Carding is rough, and quick, and sometimes messy (my wool is full of debris, even after lots of washing). The teeth of my cards are densely packed and scratchy. But maybe that's my error, not the writer's. Before cards were invented, wool was combed with wide-toothed combs, and sometimes, in point of fact, with fingers. The verb "to card" (from Middle English) may actually be older than the tools I use, archaic as they are. And I say may, because I can't find a definitive history. People forget, even when the language remembers.
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theraddestpotato21 · 7 months ago
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365filmsbyauroranocte · 7 months ago
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Oncle Yanco (Agnès Varda, 1967)
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justlgbtthings · a year ago
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um actually you're not blonde, you're a person with blonde hair. your hair color doesn't define you. you are more than your blondeness <3
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Writing Advice #?: Choose your descriptive details wisely.
To start, I’d like to share my favorite phrase in the entire English language:
Coffee the temperature of piss
I know it’s no “cellar door.”  But it’s wonderfully evocative on several different levels.  First of all, the obvious: the temperature of piss is also known as... perfect drinking temperature. Coffee slightly less warm than human body temperature is coffee optimal for drinking.  But the choice of comparison has immediately put us off that coffee.
Second, the phrase is viscerally gross: it’s comparing a beverage to a bodily fluid.  And it’s crude: “piss” is rude slang, not childish like “pee” or technical like “urine.”  Third, it’s a great metaphor: pee is acidic and has a strong smell; bad coffee is acidic and has a strong smell.  But the narration didn’t come out and say “the coffee had a strong acidic odor similar to the smell of piss”; it simply evoked that comparison indirectly.
Fourth: I first encountered the phrase in a since-deleted fan fic, in which the narrator was sitting in a hospital room waiting for his son to wake up from surgery.  (A fic about John Winchester on a Supernatural LJ, if anyone cares.) So the phrase worked on several other levels.
We’re in a hospital setting, you’re comparing something to pee: ick, we can guess why that’s on the character’s mind.
The narrator is former military, so the use of profanity fits.
The narrator knows that his son is in this situation because of his own decisions; the self-disgust is evident in comfort (hot coffee) being turned to contamination (urine).
Hospital coffee is famously bad, so anyone who has ever tasted it will get to feel their gorge rise at the image that evokes it so well.
The thinness of the paper cup and the sickly warmth of the liquid within also come through, to readers who know hospitals.
However, like I said: coffee that temperature is good coffee.  But the writer has managed to thoroughly put us off it with the extremely specific word choice for that scene.  “Piss” is about the grossest thing you can compare a beverage to except maybe blood, and drinking blood comes with a whole other set of implications that the author obviously doesn’t want.
Another example done right: Homecoming describes an overpass where cars “hurtled over that bridge as if the devil himself was chasing them. He’d be chasing them from both directions then; he’d catch you either way.” Why?  It’s a bridge that the main characters, on foot, have no way to cross to safety.  This description comes at the narrator’s lowest moment of despair.  It’s just a bridge, with traffic moving at normal speed, but it’s also not.  The circular nature of the description, the sense of fleeing but being unable to get away, are exactly the right details to be evoking then.
An example done wrong: Vampire Academy opens on a sequence where the guy kidnapping the main characters is described as “He was older than us, maybe mid-twenties, and as tall as I’d figured, probably six-six or six-seven. And under different circumstances—say, when he wasn’t holding up our desperate escape—I would have thought he was hot. Shoulder-length brown hair, tied back in a short ponytail. Dark brown eyes. A long brown coat—a duster, I thought it was called.  But his hotness was irrelevant now.”  This paragraph brings the story to a screeching halt.  Instead of the action advancing, it’s dwelling on the “irrelevant” “hotness” of a character’s face.  Why would the narrator notice the physical attractiveness of this person right now?  Why would she wonder whether she has the name of a designer coat correct?  It’s distracting, it’s confusing, and it verbally moves the scene from a desperate shaky cam to a sparkly slow-mo long enough to get a very long pan over this character’s hair and outfit.
It would be easy to describe him as “menacingly large” with “a long dark coat” and keep going.  Then the focus of the narration matches the focus of the characters.  If it’s important for the reader to know that he’s attractive and long-haired and wears leather, then add those details later when the narrator has already been kidnapped and has time to sit around and study him.
So, yeah.  If you have a self-loathing former Marine waiting in a hospital room with a hot drink, “coffee the temperature of piss” evokes worlds of implication in just five words.  If you have an upbeat kid eagerly caffeinating, that same cup can be “coffee with the warm zing of a hug.”  If a third-grade teacher is sucking it down to stay alert, it’s “coffee as tepid as my soul.”  If you’re writing a doctor who sprints past the coffee because their patient is going tachycardic in that same room, don’t mention the coffee at all.
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strwbrycigs · 9 months ago
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and if i look at anything for too long it starts to become a metaphor for love
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kafkasapartment · 2 months ago
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Deep Water, 1931. Rockwell Kent,1882–1971. Wood engraving on light cream paper (an illustration for the novel Moby Dick.
Ishmael: There is magic in it. Let the most absentminded of men be plunged in his deepest reveries — stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and he will infallibly lead you to water...- Herman Melville, Moby Dick, or The Whale.
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onurtaskiranpoetry · 3 months ago
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I want to slip my fingers into you mind and fondle your innermost thoughts, until you spread it wide to let me go deeper.
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itscolossal · 8 months ago
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A Serpentine Rattlesnake Wraps Around a Metaphorical Wood and Book Sculpture by Maskull Lasserre
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memoryslandscape · 22 hours ago
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My life remained the same But then you showed me Where you had been wounded In every atom Broken is the Name
Leonard Cohen, from “Born in Chains,” The Flame: Poems, Notebooks, Lyrics, Drawings (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2018)
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mxcosmic · a year ago
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i've gotten good at living on someone else's page
~ Metaphor - The Crane Wives
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ebrusidar · 4 months ago
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Dead Sun
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theunpaidtherapist · 2 months ago
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You are my moon
without you
my nights are dark and cold
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365filmsbyauroranocte · a month ago
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Allemagne 90 neuf zéro (Jean-Luc Godard, 1991)
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bittenthehand · 3 months ago
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Sometimes it doesn't matter if the author intended for the blue curtains to have meaning. Sometimes the author grew up in a society where colours have learned associations and subconsciously applied those associations in the text. Sometimes a reader who grew up in the same society or who has studied a certain society is able to pick up upon those associations and it inhances the story. Sometimes recognising the associations that can be made (consciously or subconsciously) within a text will reveal a hidden layer of real world context about the author. Sometimes the curtains are just blue and sometimes the reason an author has chosen to use a goblin race as its evil doers is rooted in antisemitism. Do you see what I'm saying?
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