Nothing

The bird of Hermes is my name,
Eating my wings to make me tame

Reblogged from mens--rea

mens—rea:

Hyper polyglot, 16 languages: English, French, Spanish, Welsh, German, Macedonian, Swedish, Italian, Serbian/Bosnian/Croatian, Portuguese, Czech, Catalan, Russian, Dutch, Romanian and Albanian.

I can only roughly judge his English, Macedonian, French and Albanian so I’m not really sure about the quality of the others. 

Languages in which he is using more guttural noises seem to be harder for him to aggregate sounds in a fluent manner, this can be seen in his less comparable fluency in Russian and German. This is opposed to his stronger fluency in languages, such Spanish or Italian, where there is more use in words that use more tongue instead of sound that are orchestrated from the throat and projected into words using the lips. However, he is still very fluent in many of the languages, they just lack as much definition. 

Stories

A famous song during WWI was the hearse song. It was a song sung by many soldiers and children within elementary schools in Europe. It was sung to help those cope with the idea of loss or of the expectation that they might lose something.

Did you ever think as a hearse rolls by

that one of these days you must surely die?

They’ll take you away in a big black hack;

they’ll take you away but won’t bring you back.

Your eyes drop out and your teeth fall in

and worms crawl over your mouth and chin;

and the worms crawl out and the worms crawl in,

and your limbs drop off limb by limb.

Ideas, Ideas

I think that this summer I shall start up an analysis of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Sometimes

There is this tiny noise that I hear when reality becomes so heavily quiet. It begins with an echoing of silence. This builds up until a crescendo comes upon my ears and I hear nothing other than this buzzing. At this point is when I begin do any work that I have a need to complete. This has been a habit I have had since I was in high school and when the noise is interrupted, I cannot seem to get in the mood to work. This does not mean I cannot do so, however I cannot devote my focus to it. It is after this point I am able to turn on music, but the music seems distant-everything is distant=and my world seems at a complete stop, other than what I am doing myself. I find this to be one of my more enjoyable pastimes, one in which I am unbothered by other people is a common theme in all of them.  As for another, I am beginning to find acting rather dull, I wish I knew of a way to renew my interest in it, but because I lack interest, I fear if the mask will slip when I am not paying my attention to it. If this were to happen, when I plan to accomplish may be compromised by the new perception I pulled from other people onto myself. I would then be at an disadvantaged if this happened.

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.] Sarah
Tyler, The Creator
Bastard

Reblogged from mothsinamoshpit

Tyler, The Creator-Sarah

I like my girls skinny with brains
I like my hoodies fucked with lane
I like my friends imaginary with no names
And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame
Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round
Tried to find ammo but it’s none around town
So I went Down South but I ended up North
Uptown sittin’ on Cloud 9’s white porch
And of course, my car’s off course
You’re so white, my blinkers don’t work
I’m tryna let the force, be with you, I get you
Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce
You make a nigga sing songs nice
You make a nigga’s night turn day
And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow
It sucks that I didn’t get the chance to say hello
I wanna eat you out like jello
And mess with your body like the base and the cello
And tell your mom I said hello, you wanna go to prom? (Nigga hell no!)
Fuck (Shit) and another one, and on another one

Another love song about shit
And I’ll be rich if I get another diss
And maybe Cupid won’t miss

I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won’t fuck with me
But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X’s and O’s
I wanna tie her body up and throw her in my basement
Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went
(Tyler, what you doin’?) Shut the fuck up
You gon’ fuckin’ love me bitch
But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek
In private, not public in the streets
And your cupcake I will eat and your toes
Cause I got a big fetish with the feet
I just want somebody I can see
You can be a gold digger, you ain’t gotta love me
I’m serious, I don’t ask for much
Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch
Now this shit is turnin’ to a habit
I’m the Burger King, I gotta have it my way
And truthfully girl you really make my day
I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay
And I can’t even look the other way
Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it’s attractive
L-O-L laughin’, you’re a gold Oscar and I’m just actin’
And I want your sin in my hole, and have our kids play supportin’ role
Climbin’ up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it’s gold
And I was in loath, I would never get over you, ever, Sarah

Another love song about shit
And I’ll be rich if I get another diss
And maybe Cupid won’t miss

Half your body layin’ on my chest
The rest is in my stomach, that’s includin’ your breast
And I’mma just take another guess
Now you probably wishin’ that you woulda said yes
Am I crazy? Maybe, but fucked up is how I been lately
Shit, I don’t give a fuck, your family lookin’ for you, wish ‘em good luck
Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy
Now you stuck up in my motherfuckin’ basement all bloody
And I’m fuckin’ your dead body, your coochie all cummy
Lookin’ in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?
What did you want from me? What did you want from me?

(Source: mothsinamoshpit)

"It’s fear, Jack. The man deals with a huge amount of fear.’
Because he got hurt?’
No, not entirely. Fear comes with imagination, it’s a penalty, it’s the price of imagination."

Hannibal, Red Dragon

Fun

A person had entered my school at the beginning of the semester. He is a person of strong morals and values, but not ignorant to the arguments against them, and I ,a person lacking many morals with regards to other people, have been competing with him. He is quite smart, not necessarily as versed in as many subjects as me, but with the subjects he is versed in he is quite skilled, these are the maths and sciences. What irritates me is that I always finished tests before anyone else in the classes, and he, a person almost the polar opposite of me, is beating me in this respect. I bothers me that, with his overly kind personality and his need to please other people, he beats me in finishing these tests before me. He is a weak person, but I respect him for his strengths in the maths and sciences. Either way, school has suddenly become more fun…

"A long, long time ago
In a land far away, there was a monster without a name
The monster wanted a name so badly.
So the monster left on a journey to find a name.
But the world was so large that he split into two to make his journey.
One went to the west and the other went toward the east.
The monster who went to the east found a village.
At the entrance of the village there was a blacksmith.
Mr. Blacksmith, please give me your name.
You can’t give away your name.
If you give me your name, I’ll enter you and give you strength.
Really? If you can make me stronger, then I’ll give you my name.
The monster entered the blacksmith.
The monster became Otto the Blacksmith.
Otto the Blacksmith became the strongest one in the village.
But one day he said,
“Look at me. Look at me. Look at how large the monster inside of me has become.”
Crunch Crunch! Munch Munch! Gobble Gobble! Gulp!
The hungry monster ate Otto from the inside out.
The monster returned to being a nameless monster.
Even when he entered Hans the shoemaker,
Crunch Crunch! Munch Munch! Gobble Gobble! Gulp!
He returned to being a nameless monster.
When he entered Thomas the hunter…
Crunch Crunch! Munch Munch! Gobble Gobble! Gulp!
He once again returned to being a nameless monster.
The monster came to a castle looking for a wonderful name.
In the castle, there was a sick boy.
If you give me your name, I’ll give you strength.
If you can cure this illness and make me strong, I’ll give you my name.
The monster entered the boy.
The boy became well.
The king was so pleased! The prince is well! The prince is well!
The monster liked the boy’s name.
He also liked living in the castle.
So even though he was hungry, he endured.
Every day he stomach growled, but he endured it.
However, he was so hungry, that one day the boy said,
“Look at me. Look at me. Look at how large the monster inside of me has become.”
The boy ate the king and even his servants.
Crunch Crunch! Munch Munch! Gobble Gobble! Gulp!
Since there was no one there anymore, the boy went on a journey.
He kept on walking for days and days.
One day, the boy met the monster who traveled to the west.
” I have a name. It’s a wonderful name, too.”
The monster who went to the west said, “I don’t need a name. I’m happy even without a name.”
We just have to accept that we are monsters without a name.
The boy ate the monster who went to the west.
He finally had a name, but all the people who could call him by that name have disappeared.
And Johann was such a wonderful name, too."

Unknown

The Second Coming

TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

The first stanza doesn’t seem to have a definite location. It refers to medieval falconing, so we can imagine a guy calling to a bird in some forest or meadow, trying to catch some deer or rabbits to bring back his lord. There’s also a description of violence that is vaguely reminiscent of the Biblical flood. But, from the perspective of Yeats the setting is post-WWI Europe. Thus, he’s taking an overview of the devastation wrecked on the continent.

In the second stanza, the setting abruptly shifts to Spiritus Mundi, as the speaker has a vision of a desert with a sphinx-like creature and some birds. It’s all very cloudy, which is interesting because he is essentially looking at a hazy dream or memory. In line 18, “the darkness drops again,” but we get one more image of the beast “slouching towards Bethlehem.” This might be described as an echoing “after-shock” of the Spiritus Mundi vision. All in all, Yeats bounces around in various mental locations without really landing anywhere specific. Which is probably a good thing, because something seems wrong within this world.

The speaker of this poem is capable of seeing things that no one else can see. He is a poet-prophet of sorts. While Europe was trying to rebuild itself after WWI had ended, Yeats is saying, “Wait a minute, not so fast. We need to look at what kind of world we’ve left ourselves with, and what it might mean for the future.” The speaker of the poem is deeply pessimistic and also not afraid to use religious imagery, although he puts his own, weird spin on it. He can be thought of as trying to repeat the achievement of the Book of Revelation, which has all kinds of amazing, memorable symbols but is also vague and wild enough that no one could say what exactly it is supposed to mean.(which follows to what the poem is doing).

In the first stanza the speaker uses a bunch of metaphors to evaluate the present state of the world, and in the second he has a profound vision, followed by “darkness” and a rhetorical question, which amounts to a prophecy regarding the Second Coming. The first person appears only twice in the poem(lines 13 and 18), but the prophetic voice feels very distinct and personal throughout. He presents himself as a moral authority and feels comfortable making general pronouncements about the state of things, such as “the best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.”

The Second Coming” is written in blank verse, which means that has a consistent meter but no rhyme scheme. With 22 lines divided into two stanzas, it does not appear to follow a particular formal tradition. However, notice that the second stanza has fourteen lines, making it the same length as a sonnet. At eight lines, the first stanza could be thought of as a fragment of a sonnet that is “interrupted” by the full sonnet of the second stanza. However, these aren’t “true” sonnets in the classic sense because they don’t rhyme.

The meter is roughly iambic pentameter. Yeats’s use of this meter is not as regular as Shakespeare’s. We know this right off the bat because the very first syllable has a stress on it: “Turn-ing.” Also, some lines have well over ten syllables, such as line thirteen, which has thirteen syllables(which is probably something purposeful because Yeats often uses hidden messages). However, most of the lines in the poem do have around ten syllables. As far as form and meter in Yeats’s other poetry goes, “The Second Coming” is fairly typical, but he didn’t have many rhymes in this poem and instead traded them out for alliteration.

There are many symbols in Yeats’ poems. It was a hobby of his to hide as many symbols as he though was possible in his works and many people who study Yeats say there are probably many more to be found. With that said:

In line 1 there is the “gyre”. Which is an important recurring symbol in Yeats’s poetry. Technically, it stands from the alternation between two historical cycles: one characterized by order and growth, the other by chaos and decay. It’s comparable to the Chinese concepts of Yin and Yang. Yeats wrote a poem called “The Gyres” in his collection The Tower, but even there it’s still a pretty confusing concept.

In lines 12-17 the lines themselves are an example of symbolism, and they contain several symbols that cannot really be disconnected from another. In general, they represent a confused “veiled” vision of the “rough beast” described later in the poem. They are said to originate in Spiritus Mundi, a “spirit world” of images and symbols that Yeats believed to have been traditionally available to the most perceptive people (like poets) throughout history. Although lots of smart-sounding people like to say that symbols always have to “mean” something specific, Yeats thought that the best symbols couldn’t ever be fully explained in words. They are “expressive” in a way that passes beyond ordinary speech. Therefore they do not really explain themselves but are expressed solely as an entity.

In this poem specifically Yeats had many examples of biblical symbolism. There are many but the important points to mention are in:

In lines 4-6 Yeats’s image being noticeably more violent than the Bible (“blood-dimmed tide,” “drowned”). It’s like the big flood viewed from the perspective of those who didn’t make it into the ark. Another notable thing about these lines is the work being done by the word “loosed,” which translates roughly to “unleashed” or “let free.” It’s a word that can be applied to a liquid like water, but also has the implication of a more animalistic force. In this way, it prefaces the symbolic unleashing of the “rough beast” later in the poem.

In lines 13-14 the description of the sphinx in the desert recalls several themes from the Bible. First, as we know, the sphinx is that big stone animal that tourists like to snap pictures of in Egypt. In the Book of Exodus in the Old Testament, Egypt is where the Jewish people where held in bondage until they were freed by Moses. Also, these lines bring to mind the story of Christ’s temptation by Satan in the desert. So, in a sense, the desert is the devil’s home. Finally, the sphinx itself, as a mash-up of two different animals (man and lion), can be compared with similarly confused species in the Book of Revelation, such as locusts with scorpion tails.

In line 19 you have the comparison of words like stony sleep which parable to the idea of the second coming of Christ as an awakening, but this is a small point to note. And lastly in line 22 you have the obvious idea of a Christ(who differs from the original idea to show the corruption of traditional values)going back to his birthplace to allude to the original birth of Jesus.

The major themes of this poem are those of good and evil, a differing version of reality, fragmentation of history, and finally warfare. When Christ is said to return he is supposed to engage in a campaign, called The Battle of Armageddon, against the forces of evil. Yeats uses this to allude to the war that happened in Europe.

In the English class I am taking I was required to give a speech on Friday. This was the speech I memorized and preformed. You can see with the way I write and the difference with the way I talk with this speech that I have a mask on. I find it weird that people do not notice this.

A busy week. Therefore you must excuse me for not posting more…

Maybe this is another sport I can take up.

Chopin-Nocturne

"How wonderful it is to be alive he thought, but why does it always hurt?"

Doctor Zhivago, Boris Pasternak

"When we blame ourselves we feel that no one else has the right to blame us."

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray