It’s raining and it’s freezing
I think I’ll die of boredom
I’m terrified of sneezing
And every movie stars James Corden.
Boris Johnson’s still in power
There’s some confusing economics
I’m checking Twitter every hour
Marvel ruined my fave comics.
We’re all just pawns in politics
It’s complete and utter shite
It’ll take more than a year to fix-
So see you then! Goodnight!
I can’t stop doing it. I’m never gonna be able to read an Emily Dickinson poem again. I’m so mad.
Who’s this fucking skeleton trying to hoard all the cave treasure for himself
The Gang Goes Cave Diving
“there’s nothing in this cave worth dying for” would make a great refrain line in a villanelle
Beyond this point the cave, and nothing more.
This is as far as you were meant to be.
There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.The signs and every far-off voice implore,
The heart, the mind, the flattened lungs agree:
There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.Just airless dark. Just bones on the sea floor.
The fruitless search. Your mother on TV.
There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.A picture that you saw some years before,
A diver in a sea-beneath-the-sea…
There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.An underwater river in whose bore
Were caught the branches of a sunken tree.
There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.Forget the cord that tugs you to explore,
The silver voice that whispers, Come and see
The darkling wave, the glowing secret shore.
There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.johndarnielle challenge accepted
I cannot begin to tell you how impressed I am by this. A+ work in my opinion, don ye the laurel it is yours by right
This still haunts me because a bunch of people informed me it’s not how a villanelle actually works, and they were right, and I felt shame! However, I still have this laurel & if u want to take it from me u can fight me for it physically.
shit wait i got it
No darkling wave. No glowing secret shore.
Turn back. Accept there’s nothing here to see.
There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.Just airless dark. Just bones on the sea floor.
The fruitless search. Your mother on TV.
No darkling wave or glowing secret shore.The signs and every far-off voice implore,
The heart, the mind, the flattened lungs agree:
There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.A picture that you saw some years before,
A diver in a sea-beneath-the-sea,
A darkling wave, a glowing secret shore–An underwater river in whose bore
Were caught the branches of a sunken tree….
There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.Forget the cord that tugs you to explore,
The silver voice that whispers, Come and see
The darkling wave, the glowing secret shore.
There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.
Wendell Berry
1. How much poison are you willing
to eat for the success of the free
market and global trade? Please
name your preferred poisons.2. For the sake of goodness, how much
evil are you willing to do?
Fill in the following blanks
with the names of your favorite
evils and acts of hatred.3. What sacrifices are you prepared
to make for culture and civilization?
Please list the monuments, shrines,
and works of art you would
most willingly destroy.4. In the name of patriotism and
the flag, how much of our beloved
land are you willing to desecrate?
List in the following spaces
the mountains, rivers, towns, farms
you could most readily do without.5. State briefly the ideas, ideals, or hopes,
the energy sources, the kinds of security,
for which you would kill a child.
Name, please, the children whom
you would be willing to kill.
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,—
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.“Dirge Without Music,” Edna St. Vincent Millay.
