We ate the birds. We ate them. We wanted their songs to flow up through our throats and burst out of our mouths, and so we ate them. We wanted their feathers to bud from our flesh. We wanted their wings, we wanted to fly as they did, soar freely among the treetops and the clouds, and so we ate them. We speared them, we clubbed them, we tangled their feet in glue, we netted them, we spitted them, we threw them onto hot coals, and all for love, because we loved them. We wanted to be one with them. We wanted to hatch out of clean, smooth, beautiful eggs, as they did, back when we were young and agile and innocent of cause and effect, we did not want the mess of being born, and so we crammed the birds into our gullets, feathers and all, but it was no use, we couldn’t sing, not effortlessly as they do, we can’t fly, not without smoke and metal, and as for the eggs we don’t stand a chance. We’re mired in gravity, we’re earthbound. We’re ankle-deep in blood, and all because we ate the birds, we ate them a long time ago, when we still had the power to say no.
Margaret Atwood, “We Ate the Birds”, from The Tent (Bloomsbury 2006)

(Source: gwranda)

(Reblogged from elucipher)

huliahoops asked: laughs because ive always loved twelfth night- probably because my mom and dad have both been in it separately with different adaptations. even before my pretentious 'i read books and all the shakespeare im better than u' phase, i just really loved the stupid confusion. also. sebastianxantonio oh god

Twelfth Night was what made me realise how much I adored Shakespeare. (as well as bringing me to the realm of film!Shakespeare)

My mother went and saw a version where, at the end when they all danced, there was a brief moment when they switched partners (they do that in old dances, all the women and men would briefly dance with the same gender) and brought Olivia and Viola back together and Sebastian and Antonio back together- and there- both couples hesitated, smiles fading for a second- as if they wondered if they had really made the right choice.

(sobbing forever about my unrequited queer headcanons)

May have got an internship with my hometown lib dem’s constituency office. because i need that shit on my cv. because this capitalist society demands that i get a job to pay off the university debts this party promised i wouldn’t get, but i can’t without doing extra extra stuff, this time by working for the very government i am disillusioned with. for free.

there’s some kind of elaborate metaphor or joke in there.

the punchline is me crying with frustration.

(Reblogged from elucipher)




…and the Doctor said, ‘Sir, perhaps your finger is broken.’”

Explain, with reference to Neil Gaiman’s first divorce, the relevance of the quote above to your childhood, when, at Grandfather’s funeral—

(10 marks)


Should a poet’s work be enjambed or read in sequence, the way God intended? Examinees are encouraged to employ at least two dactylic devices and one Oxford comma in their answer.

(5 marks)


You snuck out to the garden as the pastor was praying and the heads were bowed, and you poured thinner down the open-mouthed funnel of the anthill that had been growing over the past three months, by the daffodils, under the rambutans—

(10 marks)


They saw through you the other night, as you thought nobody was looking.

Give up. it’s over.

(5 marks)


Subsequently, as you lit a match to watch the sandgrains spill from heat into glass, you cried as the fumes pierced your nostrils and the tiny black shapes came rushing out from their minuscule Pompeii, their legs scrabbling, exoskeletons illuminated briefly by flashes and sparks, looking for the most part like manic constellations fleeing the night sky—

(10 marks)


Love is a maimed and blinded rose. Discuss this statement, citing examples from the personal life of Franz Kafka to support your conclusion. 

(5 marks)


The fundamental transience of life might or might not render all human relationships absurdist and meaningless, with no more significance or cosmic importance than the exchanging of a water molecule for a speck of calcium carbonate, as a wave, lappingly, during contact between the shore and the sea, on a warm springtime afternoon populated by British tourists, once, on a Copenhagen coast, in Denmark, March 29th, 2014, maybe.”

Do you agree?

(20 marks)


They were fossilizing even before death, the poor miserable souls, entombed into sarcophagi of clean hard cruelty, frozen into exhaustion and asphyxiation, like the soul of a twice-divorced man settling for good into the numbness of another unhappy marriage because one more time is one more failure he cannot stand to keep away from blades, do you understand please do you understand—

(10 marks)


Is morality a prerequisite for art? Are you?

(5 marks)


If, given that a dead quiet Saturday morning at 3.14 A.M finds you downing your fourth shot of vodka and reaching for your wife’s cellphone as she sleeps in the guest room:

i) explain why the Second Defenestration of Prague was inferior to its precedent, making sure to provide sufficient illustration of the comedic mechanics involved in the nightmare you had two hours ago every night (5 marks),

ii) calculate the 369th digit of pi as a fractal proxy for the infinite worlds contained within each human being, determining, as you do so, the amount of insignificance your stillborn daughter will never contribute to the nothingness of the world (5 marks),

iii) using the answers arrived upon in i and ii, derive the value of (10 marks).


Don’t you think you should’ve learnt by now? (25 marks)

Draw the shape of your sadness. (25 marks)

If God exists, why were we never warned? (25 marks)

Please? (25 marks)

All workings must be demonstrated. All questions must be answered. Illegibility will be penalized.

(Reblogged from nakedpersons)

Okay but how fucking crazy would the internet be going in verse of Captain America and the Winter Soldier? I mean. They just saw Captain America get into a really brutal gunfight across several streets, and then get *arrested*. I know this film was all about the evils of the digital age and the lack of privacy it provided but why not show the good of it too? Twitter and tumblr exploding with real live accounts of what actually happened. Anonymous making the Nick Fury car crash connection. Petitions to find out what happened popping up (hey he’s the *people’s* hero right? don’t we have a right to know?) sure. Hydra has access to the internet. But so does everyone else. Let’s see another revolution via facebook.


Esther Heesch at Elie Saab FW13 Haute Couture

(Reblogged from elucipher)

The devil is a loser.

And evil is boring. There are only so many things a selfish person could want; they don’t even reach for the highest point because they are fearful; that’s why they demand things instead of asking with open, vulnerable palms.

They are whiny, annoying creatures, demons. They are sterile in their stories, they can only destruct, only cause damage and once the world is ashes (if they even get that far) then their story ends abruptly; without satisfaction.

There is no nobility in them. they are desperate, shrieking things, and so easily forgotten. a good man is remembered even if he does small wonders, because kindness and generiosity leave deeper imprints than hate ever could (i could kill you; then what? I could love you; then a thousand things) evil doers know they are frequent and unimpressive. why do you think they have the best costumes, the best quips, the best songs; without their gimmicks they are forgettable.

(true it can be said that goodness has it’s predictability. sacrifice and heroism can win our love; but perhaps we only need to be saved once. i’d like to think awe keeps it alive.)

but here is an idea, little humans: be neither.

leave evil for the demons and good for the angels.

be neutral.

destroy and create. love and hate. do everything in tiny bite sized pieces. taste the world. to be just one would make you less than human. be everything. that’s our gift.

it is an impossible balance, perhaps. but we’re already a tiny fragile speck spinning in the dark corner of the universe, a balancing act is easy when we ourselves are one thin line.

let the evil ferment black holes, let good rage in fiery suns.

let humans dance on top of the head of a pin.


Fairy Tale Meme - [1/3] Locations/Kingdoms - Neverland

Of all the delectable islands the Neverland is the snuggest and most compact, not large and sprawly, you know, with tedious distances between one adventure and another, but nicely crammed. When you play at it by day with the chairs and table-cloth, it is not in the least alarming, but in the two minutes before you go to sleep it becomes very nearly real. That is why there are night-lights. (x)

(Reblogged from droo216)
(Reblogged from punkdraco)