Just as you found this post, may you find money flowing effortlessly into your life from henceforward.
Blessed are you who read this. Manifest the receiving an abundance of money now. As the universe has been good to you, be good to another. Bless a friend and bless a stranger.
Reblog to cast and pass the blessing!
Kings & Beggars - Breve regnum (15th century student son from Krakow)
Breve regnum erigitur,
Sublimatum deprimitur
Et depressum elabitur
Transmutato tempore.
Puerilem militiam,
Perargutam peritiam,
Regentium industriam,
Hanc eduxit in opere.
Cracoviensem filium,
Fulgentem velut lilium
Ac de numero milium
Cunctis praeferendum
Octo dierum spatium
Hoc sustinet solatium,
Post hoc regis palatium
Plagis feriendum.
Namque regis electio
Fit studii neglectio
Ac desolatur lectio
Tota septimana
“the submarine trip was stupid and rooted in classism”, “it’s absolutely hideous how much more manpower was put into saving and reporting on them vs the 500 migrants who died in a similar horrible fashion”, and “despite their actions, no human being (especially not a nineteen year old) should deserve to die like this, especially when their death will not actually herald any positive change/abolishment of the billionaire class” are three thoughts than can and should coexist. you don’t have to mourn their deaths, but you don’t need to celebrate them, either.
Taras Shevchenko looks at you like... like as best as he can
[Image ID: An old format black box meme, featuring a photo of an embroidery portraying Ukrainian poet and artist Taras Shevchenko. Something is wrong with that embroidery. The eyes of a legendary poet: two burning white circles, staring at you from the black void of the sockets. Eyebrows: there are no eyebrows. His mouth is open in a silent scream, but there's only emptiness behind his lips. The embroidery's haunted. Probably, by the spirit of Taras Shevchenko himself. And he has a hangover. The text at the bottom reads: "Taras Shevchenko looks at you like... like as best as he can." /End ID]
These reactions from Non-Native fans are proof of the effectiveness of the writing and acting, in teaching through storytelling. But here is the thing: Indigenous fans are watching, too. And in the age of politicians throwing around the words Truth and Reconciliation while continuing to walk the same paths their colonial forefathers did, we do not need another story about Indigenous pain and suffering. We need a story about Indigenous resilience and convalescence.
Hi everyone, even if you have never seen the show Anne with an E, I would really appreciate anyone willing to take a few minutes to read why this is not just a matter of cancelling a beloved period drama, but a matter of white corporations making a profit off of Indigenous suffering, without giving Indigenous healing in a betrayal of responsibility.
#SaveAnnWithAnE #RenewAnneWithAnE
(Sincere apologies for the double-post, but as everyone knows, link post types don’t always show up in Tumblr tag searches, so this version is for that.)
Alfred Schnittke - Story of an unknown actor, op. 125
My conure does exactly the same thing. He even talks to "the void" and gets upset when it doesn't answer.Why does he do that?Does he expect someone to come out?
When my parrot wants pets off someone he’ll go up to them, say hello, and lower his head to expose his neck. Recently, however, he’s been doing this to a pitch black crevice behind the couch, even trying to cajole the darkness with kissy noises and getting sad when the void won’t pet him. How do I explain that dark chasms are not friends?
Yashô (Japanese, 1782-1825), Bat in Flight, Ink on paper.
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To the tune of Intoxicated Under the Shadow of Flowers
The Double Ninth Festival
Light mists and heavy clouds, melancholy the long dreay day, In the golden cencer the burning incense is dying away. It is again time for the lovely Double-Nith Festival; The coolness of midnight penetrates my screen of sheer silk and chills my pillow of jade. After drinking wine at twilight under the chrysanthemum hedge, My sleeves are perfumed by the faint fragrance of the plants. Oh, I cannot say it is not enchanting, Only, when the west wind stirs the curtain, I see that I am more gracile than the yellow flowers.
Li Qingzhao
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A remarkable female poet of the Song Dynasty (960-1279), Li Qingzhao (1084-1155) made great achievements in prose as well as poetry, but most of all in the field of lyrics. Born into a literary family in present-day Jinan of Shandong Province, she established herself early as a major talent. In 1101 she married Zhao Mingcheng, who shared her artistic and academic interests. The style of Li Qingzhao’s lyrics changed sharply after she fled to the south after the invasion of the Kin Kingdom in north China. Before she went south, her lyrics mainly recounted the lives of girls and women in their boudoirs. For example, Like a Dream and Complaint of the Prince describes the airy life of cheer the poetess enjoyed at home. Tipsy in the Flower’s Shadow expresses a girl’s loneliness and longing for love, as also expressed in the Flute on Phoenix Terrace, and A Twig of Plum Blossoms. After fleeing south, she endured great hardships in life and the style of her lyric poetry turned deep and pithy. Buddhist Dancers Charm of a Maiden Singer and Slow, Slow Song explore the author’s feelings about life in exile. Joy of Eternal Union is one of the classic Li Qingzhao’s lyric poems composed in the south, presenting a scene during the Lantern Festival in which the poet, avoiding the company of friends, meditates on the bitterness consigned her by the war. In this lyric poem, Li Qingzhao rises above self-pity and expresses her fears for the whole nation. In Pride of Fishermen, the poet not only spilled out the distress caused by homelessness but also expressed a strong desire for an unfettered freedom. Li Qingzhao’s lyrics are woven with a “delicate restraint” in the following ways: first, merging intense passion with literary images, creating an artistic conception in which feelings and scenery are well blended; second, using simple but original language, which in Li Qingzhao’s lyrics is very natural and expressive. Not many literary quotations sprinkle her lyrics but with much spoken language and common sayings, Li Qingzhao’s lyrics have the beauty of music and are easy to recite. Bio and photos via: absolutechinatours.com and cctv.com
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