Pepe Silvia Browne posted:

A poem is like an artist going "here's an idea you can turn into a better work of art, i don't really have the whole thing fleshed out but check out these six sentences"

Pepe Silvia Browne posted:

A poem is like an artist going "here's an idea you can turn into a better work of art, i don't really have the whole thing fleshed out but check out these six sentences"

Nichael posted:

Perry Mason is really good though I probably like anything with Matthew Rhys or Keri Russell now.

loquacius posted:

Looks like poo poo OP

quote:

En Famille

I wandered lonely as a cloud...
I'd seemingly lost the crowd
I'd come with, family - father, mother, sister and brothers -
fact of a common blood.

Now there was no one,
just my face in the mirror, coat on a single hook,
a bed I could make getting out of.
Where had they gone?

*
What was that vague determination
cut off the nurturing relation
with all the density, this given company -
what made one feel such desperation

to get away, get far from home, be gone from those
would know us even if they only saw our noses or our toes,
accept with joy our helplessness,
taking for granted it was part of us?

*
My friends, hands on each other's shoulders,
holding on, keeping the pledge
to be for one, for all, a securing center,
no matter up or down, or right or left -

to keep the faith, keep happy, keep together,
keep at it, so keep on
despite the fact of necessary drift.
Home might be still the happiest place on earth?

*
You won't get far by yourself.
It's dark out there.
There's a long way to go.
The dog knows.

It's him loves us most,
or seems to, in dark nights of the soul.
Keep a tight hold.
Steady, we're not lost.

*
Despite the sad vagaries,
anchored in love, placed in the circle,
young and old, a round -
love's fact of this bond.

One day one will look back
and think of them -
where they were, now gone -
remember it all.

*
Turning inside as if in a dream,
the twisting face I want to be my own,
the people loved and with me still,
I see their painful faith.

Grow, dears, then fly away!
But when the dark comes, then come home.
Light's in the window, heart stays true.
Call - and I'll come to you.

*
The wind blows through the shifting trees
outside the window, over the fields below.
Emblems of growth, of older, younger,
of towering size or all the vulnerable hope

as echoes in the image of these three
look out with such reflective pleasure,
so various and close. They stand there,
waiting to hear a music they will know.

*
I like the way you both look out at me.
Somehow it's sometimes hard to be a human.
Arms and legs get often in the way,
making oneself a bulky, awkward burden.

Tell me your happiness is simply true.
Tell me I can still learn to be like you.
Tell me the truth is what we do.
Tell me that care for one another is the clue.

*
We're here because there's nowhere else to go,
we've come in faith we learned as with all else.
Someone once told us and so it is we know.
No one is left outside such simple place.

No one's too late, no one can be too soon.
We comfort one another, making room.
We dream of heaven as a climbing stair.
We look at stars and wonder why and where.

*
Have we told you all you'd thought to know?
Is it really so quickly now the time to go?
Has anything happened you will not forget?
Is where you are enough for all to share?

Is wisdom just an empty word?
Is age a time one might finally well have missed?
Must humanness be its own reward?
Is happiness this?

AnimeIsTrash posted:

i think youll like this poem i just wrote

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desart.[d] Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my bofa, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

mastershakeman posted:

Brit Ghosts TV show on hbonax is the best sitcom I've ever seen unless always sunny is counted as one. Really enjoying it

Blood Boils posted:

Yeah it's delightful

Bro Dad posted:

this looks cool

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ooZdaF2zMlM

Open Source Idiom posted:

tbh I figured cspam would hate The Americans

Open Source Idiom posted:

poems really were the Image-comics-whot-got-cancelled-after-six-issues of their time

tbh I figured cspam would hate The Americans

Some Guy TT posted:

i watched the first episode of this made a post in the history thread asking if there was literally any evidence at all suggesting the kgb raped their own agents and i think thats probably all the effort the show really deserves

Bro Dad posted:

this looks cool

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ooZdaF2zMlM

Bro Dad posted:

this looks cool

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ooZdaF2zMlM

1stGear posted:

I'm very glad animators are now allowed to use art styles that aren't the Pixar house-style or something that could have been made in Flash.

Some Guy TT posted:

https://twitter.com/DiscussingFilm/status/1632804588267925506

Zeroisanumber posted:

Did they get Jackie Chan to voice Shredder? That owns.

Really strong Spiderverse vibes from this one.

fits my needs posted:

https://twitter.com/nypost/status/1633029991800741890?s=20

fits my needs posted:

https://twitter.com/nypost/status/1633029991800741890?s=20

Urdnot Fire posted:

He’s voicing Splinter. Shredder’s actor (or even appearance) hasn’t been announced yet

fits my needs posted:

https://twitter.com/nypost/status/1633029991800741890?s=20

Ghost Leviathan posted:

From the looks of it they're probably holding off on Shredder for this one.

Some Guy TT posted:

AnimeIsTrash posted:

i think youll like this poem i just wrote

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desart.[d] Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

KirbyKhan posted:

Cool concept, thanks for the writeup. Antebellum with Jenelle Money explores these sorts of time traveling slavery themes in a way more condensed and clever way.

Open Source Idiom posted:

tbh I figured cspam would hate The Americans

AnimeIsTrash posted:

I don’t hate the Americans I hate all Americans.