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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]Sun Kil Moon - Alesund
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But Persephone…
She turned Ascalaphus into an owl for his running mouth, and Hades loved her all the more for her violence.
I don’t think it is the darkness that muffles her spirit; we aren’t allowing her further scrutiny to say the weight of the underworld has not forced new veins from her flesh, just as much a part of her as what she always found in the mirror above.
And anyway, it’s all that daylight that rips her to pieces.
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sleeptron5000: A Myth of Devotion- Louise Glück →
When Hades decided he loved this girl
he built for her a duplicate of earth,
everything the same, down to the meadow,
but with a bed added.Everything the same, including sunlight,
because it would be hard on a young girl
to go so quickly from bright light to utter darknessGradually, he…
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This movie… thanks for the reminder, TCM.
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Michael Andrews - “Socks On Ears” (Me And You And Everyone We Know Soundtrack) (by oliversupreme)
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Bat For Lashes - 09 - Two Planets (Two Suns) (by chaotikmind)
We are strangers in a strange land
Wanderers in a vast and unknowable universe
Show me moonlight on the sunrise
I’ve seen so many planets dancing
I’ve seen too many people hiding
Show me sunset and I won’t forget
That I am one of two planets dancing
I am one of two planets dancing
Shallow man
Sign your name
On my Sun
The song of Solomon
Died in the battleground
The song of Solomon
Died in love’s battleground
I am full
Shattered by this sailing time
For all your suffering by night
Oh warm, but under bright
And life is so much dark and light
When day cannot exist without a night
And you are not separate from me
I am a heart that’s full of life
And to be shared on this night
Feel my hands, feel my life
For the sun and the stars
Of my Mother and my sisters
I know where the form is changing
I know that the stars will follow me
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Slaving for Heterochromatic sight
the night unhinges meticulous schemes
later and later, but my falling is weak
I only see with the gifts and misfortunes given
From once or twice my conception’s loom
Blindness from Fey whispers
The animal self dies
and has been in every tense
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Where is this place called home?
Am I nudging at the the doorway, or trapped in the walls of the deepest, most ancient room?
Do I even comprehend the roof and its purpose, I often wonder in passing.
I wonder of life itself in this same passing, too in awe at its almost perfect state of fault. The magic is this: it goes on.
What do I do in response but breathe and think an ironic thought,
What do I do but follow the heat and hold desperately to the frost,
What do I do but urge things to grow and flee from their first fruit,
What do I do but throw up my hands in the isolation
That is becoming too much like another me
Another everyone where there is no escape
I will travel for the distance, running with my hands
A way to cope with the disconnection that they have
From these thoughts living by the necromancy of an ancient curse
I should align my steps with the slashed ankles of Faith
And for all my troubles,
where I stumble will become the resting place of my fall
In the arms of of the Abstract Cheat, hoping one day to be discarded into
the honest empitness of a failure long suffered for and fervently loved
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