MaedhRos

MaedhRos

Helena Š.

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生而曳尾於塗中。

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  • 14.5. v 16:54

    The Shrine / An Argument

    Song vůbec není marnej a za poslední dva dny se mi hodně zadřel pod kůži.
    Ovšem to video je asi nejlepší animák, co jsem za poslední měsíce viděla...

  • 20.5.2017 v 13:19

    No one sings like you anymore...

    Tenhle odchod docela zabolel.

  • 11.4.2017 v 17:01

    30 years & a day in the arena of the unwell

    One of the finest films available to humanity

    Hasn't aged a day.

     

    Chin chin.

     

    30 years & a day in the arena of the unwell
  • 28.2.2017 v 07:40

    That's it, man. Game over, man. Game over! What the fuck are we gonna do now? What are we gonna do?

    Jak praví klasik: 'Kdeže zbohom, do videnia...'
    Tak panáka na to, Bille.

  • 30.9.2016 v 05:32

    #39

    Tricky dává kvalitní hudební tipy:

    https://boomkat.com/products/the-obia-ep

  • 19.3.2016 v 14:08

    ...'the Abject' jak víno, Kristeva by jistě měla radost...

    He Went for a Soldier

     

    He marched away with a blithe young score of him
    With the first volunteers,
    Clear-eyed and clean and sound to the core of him,
    Blushing under the cheers.
    They were fine, new flags that swung a-flying there,
    Oh, the pretty girls he glimpsed a-crying there,
    Pelting him with pinks and with roses
    Billy, the Soldier Boy!


    Not very clear in the kind young heart of him
    What the fuss was about,
    But the flowers and the flags seemed part of him --
    The music drowned his doubt.
    It's a fine, brave sight they were a-coming there
    To the gay, bold tune they kept a-drumming there,
    While the boasting fifes shrilled jauntily --
    Billy, the Soldier Boy!


    Soon he is one with the blinding smoke of it --
    Volley and curse and groan:
    Then he has done with the knightly joke of it --
    It's rending flesh and bone.
    There are pain-crazed animals a-shrieking there
    And a warm blood stench that is a-reeking there;
    He fights like a rat in a corner --
    Billy, the Soldier Boy!


    There he lies now, like a ghoulish score of him,
    Left on the field for dead:
    The ground all around is smeared with the gore of him
    Even the leaves are red.
    The Thing that was Billy lies a-dying there,
    Writhing and a-twisting and a-crying there;
    A sickening sun grins down on him --
    Billy, the Soldier Boy!


    Still not quite clear in the poor, wrung heart of him
    What the fuss was about,
    See where he lies -- or a ghastly part of him --
    While life is oozing out:
    There are loathsome things he sees a-crawling there;
    There are hoarse-voiced crows he hears a-calling there,
    Eager for the foul feast spread for them --
    Billy, the Soldier Boy!


    -- Ruth Comfort Mitchell

  • 27.1.2016 v 20:17

    Mandy came out of the all-night Vurt-U-Want clutching a bag of goodies...

    Rozhovor s Jeffem Noonem, live-stream, teď:

    http://live.sciencefictionbookclub.org:8000/JeffNoon

     

    *fangirling*

    Mandy came out of the all-night Vurt-U-Want clutching a bag of goodies...
  • 13.12.2015 v 13:50

    Quand C’est

    Soudě dle těch (momentálně) 18 379 178 zhlédnutí objevuju Ameriku (resp. Belgii) - ale tohle je kur...zatraceně sugestivní věc...

  • 27.11.2015 v 23:27

    Po dlouhým čase jsem dostala kvalitní tip na poezii...

    ...a Charlotte Mew mi sedla tak dokonale, jako v poslední době máloco.

     

    The Voice

    From our low seat beside the fire
    Where we have dozed and dreamed, and watched the glow
    Or raked the ashes, stooping so
    We scarcely saw the sun and rain
    Through the small curtained window-pane,
    Or looked much higher
    Than this same quiet red or burned-out fire,
    Tonight we heard a call,
    A voice on the sharp air,
    And felt a breath stirring our hair,
    A flame within us. Something swift and tall
    Swept in and out and that was all.
    Was it a bright or a dark angel? Who can know?
    It made no mark upon the snow;
    But suddenly, in passing, snapped the chain,
    Unbarred, flung wide the door
    Which will not shut again:
    And so we cannot sit here any more.
    We must arise and go.
    The world is cold without
    And dark and hedged about
    With mystery and enmity and doubt,
    But we must go,
    Though yet we do not know
    Who called, or what marks we shall leave upon the snow.

     

  • 17.10.2015 v 08:15

    Doctor Who...

    ...takhle se to má dělat.

    To moje věčné 'copak obnovenej seriál...ale Big Finish...' začíná unavovat už i mě samotnou, ale... BIG FINISH!

     

    Ze seriálu je definitivně vata mezi box setama. (Teď kde na ty box sety brát a nekrást.)

    Doctor Who...
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