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the books I’ve read all make up the tiny pieces of my soul; to read them is to read into my heart

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These original illustrations of 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory' make me dislike the films even more

Vector Frankenstein.

Original:

Daily blog #1 [Sunday,11-6-23] Had a pretty busy day, even though it was a Sunday today. I guess Sundays will be busier since I have to complete a week's worth backlog. NGL the Pinterest's beauty with brain study motivation is helping a lot. I finally started a book after a long time and my love for classics is only increasing with this. I am refraining from reading more than a chapters to keep my hard fixed sleep schedule alright(it is still not ideal but I am trying). Trying my best to hold out this time. I really wish I get a good score this time. Signing off! User_liztical

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐮𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐫

Rᴏᴍᴘᴀᴍᴏs ᴇʟ ʟɪ́ᴍɪᴛᴇ ᴅᴇ ʟᴏ ɪᴍᴘᴏsɪʙʟᴇ

Es ᴍᴜʏ ᴘᴏsɪʙʟᴇ ϙᴜᴇ ᴇɴ ᴀʟɢᴜ́ɴ ʟᴜɢᴀʀ ᴇxɪsᴛᴀ ᴛᴏᴅᴏ ʟᴏ ϙᴜᴇ ʜᴇᴍᴏs sᴏɴ̃ᴀᴅᴏ

Nineteen Eighty-Four, George Orwell This edition available at: Leigh’s Favorite Books

On the Road, Jack Kerouac This is 1 of 3 Penguin Classics that comprise our IG giveaway, and we’re choosing a random winner today!

This is the second of the two things I didn’t necessarily like in Song of Achilles. With how Ancient Greece was, Achilles and Patroclus wouldn’t have been or had their reputation tarnished for being gay. Being gay WAS THE NORM. Because, to Ancient Greece, what was manlier than two men?

So, I don’t like how she put a more modern twist on it. I understand why, us gays don’t yet know what it is like to live with our partners without (for example) weird glances from onlookers. And it makes it more relatable. But, I wish I would’ve been able to project that hope onto this book. It’s similar to how The Song of Ice and Fire shows brutality towards women in a MADE UP WORLD. Like for once I want my fantasy, my books to show what the world could be.

Anyways, I’m just sad because sometimes I don’t like the modern lens of classical books and myths because it takes away some fire shit.

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@maopll @venusandsaturnsrings @yandere-daydreams @blackopals-world hey! I admire your writing work and fic on tumblr. I wrote this piece for a literature assignment not too long ago so I wanna know what you think as more active authors.

236,000 humans drowned this year. Do you mourn one? … I mourn all.

I’m responsible, named on the grave, cause of death: The harsh of the wave.

Is Poseidon to blame? No, it’s his wife! Amphitrite! Take note! This water is called she!

For millennia those men brave our rouges and our storms.

Millions lost yet billions borne.

Rán trawls her net over their boat thus yanking them into their final bed of rock and sand.

Ganga and Marina cry, their tears; typhoons

Eingana watches with mixed expression as she sees all her creation fight forces they can’t understand.

Mazu protects what’s hers, leaving the sanctity of her lagoon to do so.

Praised for beauty and poetry yet feared for the fact we she are of the few things one can’t command.

Those dead in deep water can’t be found.

The ocean leaves no trace, nor nothing that can save its face.

Families left, no peace for ones gone, unable to rest, it lingers in minds, a burden one cannot heal.

A wish to not be helpless, nights spent under the waves accompanied only by fish.

Over time it was a slaughter, bodies lost, souls gone, left to the sea.

What do they feel? The grains of sand or the teeth of a fish, The scales of an eel?

A body of death becomes a feature of new life.

A reef on the bones of the deceased.

The creatures do not know or care, It’s home now.

Their Thieves of remains, they desecrate the dead yet provide them purpose.

Perhaps they deserved to die? Men are not sinless creatures after all.

Especially considering how they treat us, isn’t that right Magwayen? they treat us with more than just spite!

How can they assume us to be kind when for centuries they’ve used us?

Sending fleet after fleet onto our surface and tipping their waist into our swash!

They have no right to treat us this way when the tears we cry are of the same pain

They doom our icecaps we so graciously froze just so they could come to fruition, I refuse to accept this!

How half of them refuse to take the blame while others drown

How they make shallow promises of prevention and change

yet you find those same mouths wet by lies of the above line

And those sinking cry why!

Hypocrites! all of them!

Notice how they call their most powerful, important, and feared things she!

Yet they call upon the husbands for safe passage through OUR waters!

They boast their achievements of deep-found treasure, but they turn coy at the mention of how they got there!

People are left to rot when the stem of their problems is of their own kind.

The lot of them are savage! Acting as gods pretending as if they too are not animals.

Everything in the universe is made from the same dust, and yet the humans audaciously claim they are of the most importance!

People beg us for mercy, to save them from their self-inflicted fate

They do this so much so, they forget they are the ones to blame!

We should send our rain and waves to condemn all for their ignorance!

Humans call the ocean treacherous and harsh! The foam of the waves is a sign of rough sea!

We will send raging storms, floods, tsunamis and even cause droughts!

All to make them fear us and come to terms with the fact they are ultimately powerless in the face of Mother Nature!

Mother! Not father! We will prevail in the face of man. We will leave them no time to even attend to the damage!

We will cull those who seek to conquer our home and make all who come after fear us!

Caging them inside a trap-like purgatory

They deserve it for all they’ve done to us!

The end of men! We will bring forth a matriarchy like no other!

No longer will we desire for respect and fame

Sing in Joy for the day of our redemption has come!

Thank you everyone for the help :) (none)

just finished the task and performed it in class today, but due to privacy/legality things I can't share the video however at the end of the week on Sunday (17th of March) I'll upload the poem.

I NEED YOUR HELP 🫵

(Reblog for bigger sample size pls)

Im writing a poem for my literature assignment and I need as many water Goddesses as you can find.

Any and every culture is welcome though I already have Greek, Norse, Indian, Chinese and Aboriginal (indigenous Australian)

ANY AND EVERY ONE COUNTS EVEN IF THEY WONT MAKE IT TO THE FINALE COPY

(I’m a huge mythology nerd so I’ll read into them anyway)

IF THIS POST WORKS AND DOES WELL I’LL ADD THE POEM ONCE THE ASSIGNMENT IS DONE

I NEED YOUR HELP 🫵

(Reblog for bigger sample size pls)

Im writing a poem for my literature assignment and I need as many water Goddesses as you can find.

Any and every culture is welcome though I already have Greek, Norse, Indian, Chinese and Aboriginal (indigenous Australian)

ANY AND EVERY ONE COUNTS EVEN IF THEY WONT MAKE IT TO THE FINALE COPY

(I’m a huge mythology nerd so I’ll read into them anyway)

IF THIS POST WORKS AND DOES WELL I’LL ADD THE POEM ONCE THE ASSIGNMENT IS DONE

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work song by hozier / mahmoud darwish

Aeneas, holding the hand of his son Ascanius/Iulus and bearing his father Anchises on his shoulders, flees the burning city of Troy. Terracotta sculpture by an unknown artist; 1st cent. CE. Found at Pompeii; now in the Museo Archaeologico Nazionale, Naples. Photo credit: Alphanidon/Wikimedia Commons.

the feminine urge to only study to make her proud

Me: Sappho? I love her, especially the way she [incomplete fragment, untranslatable]

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Don’t forget Harper Lee and SE Hinton. A fair amount of the literary classics we’re taught in school were written by women LONG before JK Rowling could even hold a pen.

Can’t believe Jane Austen wrote Pride and Prejudice in the 2000s

And in 2015 Emily Brontë released literary clsssic Wuthering Heights

Thank God someone paved the way for them…

When I saw that Minae Mizumura had written "Art is not democratic. Art is Sublime," I suddenly thought about how remarkable it is that such an opinion is shared by those with egalitarian political values. This does not apply to Mizumura herself, because I don't know what her specific opinions are. Still, it's common to meet liberals with humanist attitudes who have this kind of cognitive dissonance between their politics and their aesthetics.

I don't believe you can truly oppose hierarchical social relations without cultivating a deep contempt for the concept of a literary canon and the ideology of 'classics.'

Mizumura speaks of certain market trends in mass media -- which are difficult to talk to without a separate post -- as representing the opposite of true literary merit, and I agree. I hope that a popular trend based on mass participation emerges and totally vapourizes the world of literature that lingers on from the past.

Perhaps it will be one of those medieval hysteria plagues that made everyone dance...

To Live - Yu Hua

Quotes that I really liked and felt the need to underline:

"All it took was a word from the higher-ups and we'd all think and do whatever they wanted."

"You still owe us a life, hold on to your life to repay us."

"No matter how lucky a person is, the moment he decides he wants to die, there's nothing that will keep him alive."

"No matter how many hardships and difficulties people face in life, they always find a way to console themselves when they get close to death."

"If you go on striving for this and that, you’ll end up paying with your life."

"I thought it must be terrible to be an ox. All their lives they're driven to the point of exhaustion for the work of man, and as soon as they get old and their energy starts to go they get sent off to be slaughteted and eaten."

"My memories of Fengxia are my only happiness."

rest in peace Mary Shelley, you would have loved ao3

A Confession to the Astral Bodies

October 19th 3:25 am

I went downstairs to make a cuppa of Lady Grey. The moon illuminated my path down the stairs. The kitchen was lit with her silvery light. Candles were not needed at all. The white marble tiles were tinted with a silvery periwinkle hue. I made my way towards the windowpane after putting the kettle on. I leaned against the icy glass to look up at the heavens. The full moon looked majestic in all her regal vestments. She is hypnotizing tonight with the stars ever so bright. My eyes began to wander, and came to an abrupt halt upon spotting Orion's belt; the three distinguished flickering dots above me. Soon enough, I found some of my other friends: Sirius, Perseus, Lynx, and Gemini. Draco and Aries were out of reach tonight, probably navigating about the celestial sphere. But, we will meet again at the zenith of my universe when the conditions are right. I recall making my daily confessions to the constellations above. They would listen and provide me with the consolation and redemption I sought out for. The stars have seen me cry. The stars have seen me smile. And the stars have been my dearest companions. I woke up from my trance when I heard the kettle whistling. I took out a teabag from a viridian tin box and placed it in my beaker mug. As I poured the boiling hot water, the aroma of citrus and lavender filled the air around me. I then poured milk and stirred in a wee bit of sugar. I took a sip and the gelid numbness on my toes and fingertips subsided. The howling wind and the elegant rustling of leaves outside was the moon’s sirens call. I was once again in a trance and made my way towards the kitchen door of my humble seaside cottage leading into the veranda outside. The wind pierced through my skin and salty sea air filled my lungs. I felt truly and in every possible way, alive. My senses seemed to be enhanced by some mystic power. I looked up and let the moonlight penetrate my mind, body, and soul. All my woes dissipated at that serene moment. All that lingered on my mind was the moon’s sublime beauty and her scintillating stellar servants in the empyrean domain.

-A Chemistry Academic

H.A.

5 Classics for girly girls 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Emily of New Moon

The bittersweet process of growing up and finding where you truly belong... The perfect read for the start of a new school year. After her father’s death, Emily Starr is sent to live with her snobbish relatives at New Moon farm. Thrust into an unfamiliar and often cold environment, Emily faces numerous challenges. However, as time passes, she begins to adapt and discovers the beauty in her surroundings. With the support of her new friends—Teddy, Perry, and Ilse—Emily not only finds solace but also discovers her own creative talents, helping her carve out a place for herself in this new chapter of her life.

“If it's IN you to climb you must -- there are those who MUST lift their eyes to the hills -- they can't breathe properly in the valleys.”

Jane Eyre

A true classic for all my fellow gothic-lit enthusiasts, Jane Eyre, reminds us that everyone deserves a love that consumes, challenges, and transforms the very core of your being, offering both profound joy and deep heartache (we love a good situationsship). Following Jane Eyre, an orphaned and mistreated girl who endures a harsh upbringing but grows into a strong, independent woman. As she takes a position as a governess at Thornfield Hall, she encounters the enigmatic Mr. Rochester, sparking a profound and tumultuous romance. Their intense connection is marred by secrets and personal demons, revealing the complexities of their relationship.

“Jane, be still; don't struggle so like a wild, frantic bird, that is rending its own plumage in its desperation." "I am no bird, and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you.”

The Secret Garden

Mary Lennox, a spoiled and neglected girl, is sent to live with her uncle after the death of her parents. Initially ill-tempered and withdrawn, Mary’s curiosity is sparked by rumours of a hidden, abandoned garden on the estate. As she explores and begins to restore this secret garden, she experiences a beautiful shift (glow-up era). The once gloomy and sickly Mary starts to bloom alongside the garden, rediscovering happiness, vibrancy, and a sense of belonging, making the story a heartwarming tale of growth and recovery.

“At first, people refuse to believe that a strange new thing can be done, then they begin to hope it can be done, then they see it can be done--then it is done, and all the world wonders why it was not done centuries ago.”

Pride and Prejudice

Truly a classic that has shaped my romantic expectations hahah... Elizabeth Bennet battles societal expectations and her own misjudgments in 19th-century England. When the aloof Mr Darcy (he'd totally be a ghoster in the 21st century just saying...) first crosses her path, their initial encounters are fraught with tension and misunderstanding. However, as Elizabeth delves deeper, she uncovers the complexities of Darcy’s character and her own heart.

“I could no longer help saying that I loved him. I loved him not only for his sake but for his own sake. I loved him because he was the only person who had ever really loved me for myself. I loved him because he had made me feel that I was worthy of being loved.”

The Little Prince

A young, otherworldly prince from a tiny planet travels across the universe, meeting various inhabitants and learning profound life lessons. His journey brings him to Earth, where he encounters a stranded pilot and shares his reflections on love, loss, and the essence of human connections. Through whimsical adventures and encounters, The Little Prince explores the importance of seeing with the heart rather than the eyes and reminds us of the value of friendship and innocence.

“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched; they are felt with the heart.”

you guys asked for more academia/book stuff so I thought this might be a nice start, especially since I know that many of you are just getting into classics; these are all very much suitable for beginners!! <3

love ya ･:*₊‧✩

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Jack being a host for the most fearsome of spirits…. Not an easy task.

~Spooki🖤