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#poetry by Aziraphale
noirsloth · 1 month
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When the morning sunlight falls just perfectly on Crowley’s face, Aziraphale feels how everything freezes inside her before the fall. This feeling comes with an unmistakable cold pull of fear.
Yet every time she accepts the gravity of her yellow-eyed sun, ready to burn or to be caught.
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cornchrunchie · 7 months
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Well, maybe there is something to be said for shades of grey.
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Did you all know that long ago, Neil's fans posted photos from the bath?
Welcome to Tumblr, 2012. Just as adorable and quirky as Tumblr of today, and with just as much Neil Gaiman appreciation, but with fewer fans to fuel the fads:
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(I went looking for Good Omens clues in the time capsule that is the internet, and Tumblr decided that it knew best and instead sent me down this rabbit hole from which I may never recover. 1 point to Tumblr; please send help)
Why were people doing this?? I think it's because there's a poem, Bathing with Gaiman, by Zenobia Frost @zenfrost
And it inspired a dedicated blog, @bathbookneil-blog, featuring an entire collection of fan photos reading his books… in the bath.
Neil encouraged fans to read their books "in the bath naked, fully dressed, they can be of any gender or all, masked, alone, or in groups of as many of them as can fit into a bath." He also suggested trying to read while showering, a feat he said he's attempted, unsuccessfully.
When asked, Neil agreed to share a photo of himself reading in the bath if the donations for the free Audible release of Click-Clack the Rattle Bag reached 100,000 downloads/dollars.
He promised fans a "proper nakedy bath" with some discreet bubbles.
Alas!
I'm not about to reveal a long-lost photo of Neil in the bath.
The donations didn't reach the goal, and the bath-photo-sharing trend quietly wound down.
But maybe he gave us this glorious moment with David Tennant-as-Aziraphale-as-Crowley, to make up for it:
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[gif credits @tenthrees, @ferndaphnia, and @bringthekaos]
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actual-changeling · 2 months
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He is gone, and it's your fault; it's always your fault.
(You're always too late.)
insp.
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fellandcrow · 17 days
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New illustration of my tattooed Ineffables 🤍 (cropped version)
You can see the full version on AO3.
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borninwinter81 · 4 months
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William Blake - an introduction for Good Omens fans
I have sent @neil-gaiman an ask regarding his feelings toward the poet/artist William Blake a couple of times, but no doubt due to the size of the poor man's inbox I haven't received a response. So I did a Google search to see if he's spoken about Blake before, and it did indeed come up with a fair few hits. I think you might enjoy seeing this Twitter post if you haven't already, the painting is from William Blake's illustrations to Paradise Lost.
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It's not surprising that an author like Neil Gaiman might have an interest in Blake. A visionary from a young age, his imagination was such that he was surrounded by angels made visible in his mind's eye, and he interpreted these visions through poetry, painting and engraving, and self-printed and published many of his own works. This gave him complete freedom to say exactly what he wanted.
Though he had a passionate faith in God, he also had a deep distrust of the church as an institution, and disliked the use of religion as a means of control. This poem from "Songs of Experience" perhaps summarises his feelings best:
"I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door;
So I turn'd to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore. 
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys & desires."
In his poetry there is often an incongruity with the generally accepted religious ideas of what is good and evil, Angel and Demon. In The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (there's a title that should make any GO fan sit up and pay attention) he tells us that "in the book of Job, Milton's Messiah is called Satan", signifying that he feels it is Lucifer/the devil who is the true Messiah of Paradise Lost.
He gives us The Voice of the Devil and Proverbs of Hell, and has Angels being transformed into Demons through enlightenment. He tells us that Jesus broke all of the 10 commandments, yet was still virtuous because he acted according to his own morality rather than rules.
The god-figure of his later works, Urizen, generally comes across as malevolent, seeking to bind and control, whilst Los, the Satan/Messiah figure represents freedom, imagination and creativity.
"Restraining desire" and acting contrary to your own nature seem to be the only real evils for Blake.
He expressed his faith through a love of the world and the beauty in it, summed up in this quote:
"When the Sun rises do you not see a round Disk of fire somewhat like a Guinea? O no no I see an innumerable company of the Heavenly host crying Holy Holy Holy is the Lord God Almighty".
He saw "God" in everything, in all the wonders we have around us, and considered writers/poets and religious prophets as essentially the same, since they both have a connection to the divine, and express it through stories.
It's quite ironic that probably his most famous poem, Jerusalem (the one that starts "and did those feet in ancient times walk upon England's mountains green"), was made into a very popular church hymn, yet it is supposed to be satirical in nature. The poem recounts the myth that Jesus may have visited England in his boyhood, and Blake is expressing his disbelief at that notion and the unworthiness of England.
Did I have a point to all this? Mostly to show my hand as a massive Blake nerd, but also to hopefully demonstrate that there's a lot of common ground between his ideas and those expressed in a show/book like Good Omens, and hopefully to inspire some of you who may not be familiar with Blake to seek him out. In particular I'd recommend The Marriage of Heaven and Hell to any and all.
EDIT: I should have thought to include this, here's Michael Sheen reading a Blake poem. I have the CD this is from, he reads several by Blake, as well as other poets I love ❤️ 😍
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Aziraphale's going to tell Crowley he can live with him in the bookshop by pulling the same "you can stay at my place...if you like..." that Crowley did at the end of series 1 I can feel it in my fucking bones
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sentientsky · 5 months
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“i could fix him”, “i could make him worse”. yeah, well, I could meet him at the genesis of the universe, where the spaces between matter first gain sentience, and spark and spit their way into being—where the cradle of stars first take on a definitive kind of gravity and heat. I could be the engineer of creation. I could ask a question. I could stand across from him on a battlefield, trembling and reeking of ichor. I could hit the ground retching, all the bones in my body turning brackish and oil-slicked. I could lurch my way into a new world, a recalibration of reality in which I only know kindness as a set of snapping jaws, as a thing to flinch away from. I could meet him in the garden, then, when the air's all hyacinth and dripping gold. And I could ache. Oh, how I could ache. I could follow him through every wretched moment of history. I could trail after him like a hollow-eyed dog. I could hide my irises, could hide the brutal bloodiness of an all-too-human heart. I could hold the gun as I pretend not to pray, as I taste bile and will my hands to steadiness. I could trust him. And I could ache. I could bite my tongue, cypher the words in my mouth, gnash them between jagged teeth. I could swallow my heart. I could go slower. I could meet him at the end of the world, when hope claws its way up my throat, hungry and keening like a treacherous thing.
I could kiss him with six thousand years of want lodged and breaking in the mausoleum of my chest. I could hand him the blade; I could let him twist the knife. I could be forgiven. And still I could ache.
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lickthecowhappy · 3 months
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What do you think he keeps with him?
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i broke so here's from crowley to his angel
I danced through all the fires, and I was so free
I was so unfettered, I was so unheld
Angel, I only stumble when you look at me
Why won't you touch me with more than eyes
Do more with your lips than just smile
It's only for you that I would ever plead
Angel, don't ask me to follow you to heaven
I don't need your forgiveness, I need your love
I don't need them to save me from damnation
Because when I fell from heaven I fell for you
And if you'll just for once try to understand
You've tempted the tempter and stolen the thief
So when after thousands of years I find the courage
To reach for you, to hold you to my dark heart
Forget the world that came between you and me
Don't choose to save it, choose to save us
The world will end in fire or ice, heaven or hell
But all that will matter is that we could have been us
So when they ask you to leave for heaven
Don't walk away, promise you're staying with me
Angel, tell me you said no
-Asmi
@neil-gaiman expecting that therapy money any day now, sir.
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oldbookshop · 8 months
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"Nothing Gold Can Stay" – Robert Frost
(Thanks to @cryptic-queer-cryptid and @cynassa for the brainstorming help!)
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idliketobeatree · 2 months
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cornchrunchie · 3 months
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and we make our mistakes
- Wait for it, Hamilton (Lin-Manuel Miranda)
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brainwormcity · 3 months
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Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day? Read by Michael Sheen
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actual-changeling · 3 months
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it's the same story over & over. my body slaughterhouse // yves olade
god made the mistake of giving me access to yves olade's poetry and now everyone has to suffer.
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from eden // @crowleys-bentley-and-plants
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part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4
AYYYYY i did it again. at least let me rest before you wack me across the face daily because GODDDDDD this isnt healthy. will i stop? no! i have two more of these ready! you’ll just have to wait for the rest and get sick of it soon <3
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