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  1. May 2024
    1. Hear me, recreant, on thine allegiance hear me. 1.1.149182That thou hast sought to make us break our vows, 1.1.150183Which we durst never yet, and with strained pride 1.1.151184To come betwixt our sentences and our power, 1.1.152185Which nor our nature nor our place can bear, 1.1.153186Our potency made good, take thy reward. 1.1.154187Five days we do allot thee for provision 1.1.155188To shield thee from disasters of the world, 1.1.156189And on the sixth to turn thy hated back 1.1.157190Upon our kingdom. If on the next day following 1.1.158191Thy banished trunk be found in our dominions, 1.1.159192The moment is thy death. Away! By Jupiter, 1.1.160193This shall not be revoked.

      The banishment scenes here will be extra dramatic, I really want to pull on the feeling of betrayal

    2. Enter Kent, Gloucester, and Edmund [the Bastard].

      I'll probably have this scene be minimized in comparison to the rest, it works well for the play, but in the comic I'm worried it might get muddled

    3. Goneril Sir, I love you more than word can wield the matter; 1.1.3961Dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty, 1.1.4062Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare, 1.1.4163No less than life; with grace, health, beauty, honor, 1.1.4264As much as child e'er loved or father found; 1.1.4365A love that makes breath poor and speech unable. 1.1.4466Beyond all manner of so much I love you.

      I am doing a comic version of this scene and I hope to have each sister have a large illustrated manuscript-esque page where they tell King Lear how much they love him. I think it'll be really funny when it's Cordelia's turn and she just says "nothing my lord"

  2. Apr 2024
    1. To blur this sargassum border between mourning,                Fighting, and willful denying of objects and subjects.

      Sargassum, as in seaweed, border. I think this is meant to describe a tangled mass of undefined webbing.

  3. Mar 2024
    1. Hope is not the thing with feathers That comes home to roost When you need it most. Hope is an ugly thing With teeth and claws and Patchy fur that’s seen some shit.

      Hope is a broken promise that leaves you disappointed.

    1. Decay has brought it down,broken it to rubble. Where once many a warrior,high of heart, gold-bright, gleaming in splendour,proud and wine-flushed, shone in armour,

      It's crazy to think about an ancient civilization writing about an even more ancient civilization. It definitely adds to the poem that it's written in old English.

    1. Their voices made their writing shine

      I always forget that writing should be a depiction of your voice rather than trying to sound cool or interesting through your writing when you're just using a borrowed writing style that isn't how you talk in real life. I definitely tend to accidentally fall into trying to sound more sophisticated and it makes it significantly harder to write.

    1. Tell all the truth but tell it slant —

      I like the use of slant to mean multiple things, especially because the most common take I hear about lies is that it's a slippery slope, but telling the truth at a slant gives you more ability to keep yourself up. also in writing slants are called italics, which draw more attention to the word.

  4. Feb 2024
    1. by how much she wants to be yours.

      it feels like the poem is describing how often the title of wife is often denoted to a subservient homemaker, and the grief of having to deal with that pressure.

    1. Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality.

      I love the personification of death and how the classic trope of your life flashing before your eyes is just a trip in a carriage, and death isn't taking you, but stopping for you. It makes death sound much kinder than other depictions have.

    1. And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

      the whole poem is very kind, however it is also nondescript and could be for anyone. it describes general qualities rather than specifics of her beauty.

    1. No world’s work ever comes to me, No beggar brings his misery; I have no power, no healing art With bruised soul or broken heart.

      growing old and fulfilling your plans and then not knowing what to do with yourself, just waiting around to die

    1. I want him at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from every mountain-side,    And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;    But last year’s bitter loving must remain Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.

      this poem has a similar rhyme scheme as a limerick, which makes it feel kind of singsongy despite being a sadder poem

    1. children of slaves & immigrants & addicts & exile – saving their town from real ass dinosaurs. i don't want some cheesy, yet progressive Hmong sexy hot dude hero with a funny, yet strong, commanding Black girl buddy-cop film. this is not a vehicle for Will Smith & Sofia Vergara. i want grandmas on the front porch taking out raptors

      a movie about real people and doesn't capitalize on suffering, while showing the real life scenarios that people live with.

  5. Jan 2024
    1. What though before us lies the open grave?

      this poem feels like its being written by a ghost that already knows of their death, but isn't aware that they're already dead. It comes across as a haunting of war

    1. So much of any year is flammable,    lists of vegetables, partial poems.    Orange swirling flame of days,    so little is a stone.

      interesting comparison of life to paper: fragile, light, and "flammable' (as a way to say easily ended).

    2. Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,    only the things I didn’t do    crackle after the blazing dies.

      nothing is permanent, and change is the constant state of existence.

  6. Nov 2023
    1. written in soft pencil– by a beautiful girl, I could tell, whom I would never meet–

      I love the connection made between strangers and the current readers, as well as the anonymity yet also vulnerability everyone sharing these books has.

    1. ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves       Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves,       And the mome raths outgrabe.

      Reading this feels like I suddenly forget English.

  7. Oct 2023
    1. Porphyria

      I wonder about the significance of her name being a serious disease that causes hysteria... could she be a figment of his imagination?

    1. by the sea

      there's a lot of repetition in this poem, the words "by the sea" and "Annabel Lee" are repeated in nearly every stanza drawing out the importance of the connection between the two

    1. That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call

      Really neat rhyming pattern throughout the poem, it's simple but intriguing.

  8. Sep 2023
    1. of him thou art, His flesh, his bone; to give thee being I lent Out of my side to thee, nearest my heart, Substantial life, to have thee by my side Henceforth an individual solace dear;

      Though Adam is given the opportunity to form his own identity, Eve is told from the moment she came into existence she is told that she was created to be a mother/partner for Adam, seems there are some double standards....

    1. The apparition of these faces in the crowd: Petals on a wet, black bough.

      the indistinguishable faces are clumped together into a living breathing mass, like a plant. because of the simplicity of the poem, changing the title could change the underlying message.

    1. It must seem like we sought to leave you nothingbut benzene, mercury, the stomachsof seagulls rippled with jet fuel and plastic.

      we know the terrible effects of our actions, it certainly seems intentional that the planet is covered in plastic when any rational entity would stop immediately after seeing the consequences.

    1. Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth, Stealing my breath of life, I will confess I love this cultured hell that tests my youth.

      many contrasting descriptions, possibly due to contrasting feelings of America.

    1. King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

      Not too humble for someone who has been utterly forgotten since the fall of his empire

  9. Aug 2023
    1. so even when her lips can barely stretch themselves around english, her accent is a stubborn compass always pointing her towards home…

      people's dialect points to very specific regions that all tell a different story, and people who share a dialect can find common ground in their heritage.

    1. And yes, on a scale from one to overtrusting, I am pretty damn naive. But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily. But don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.

      A sad truth that being overly trusting of people is a flaw, wherever you go people will want to take advantage of you. though having faith and hope people will be good, you will always be disappointed. No amount of love for your child will protect them from that kind of betrayal.

    2. And I am going to paint the Solar Systems on the backs of her hands, so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say ‘Oh, I know that like the back of my hand’ And she’s going to learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up, just so it can kick you in the stomach but getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.

      Kay shines light on how people ideally want to raise their child as their parents never raised them: being a mentor for hard times and an anchor when the hard times can't be fixed.

    1. and listen to gospel music outside at the church homecoming and you go to the mountains with your grandmother and go barefooted and be warm all the time not only when you go to bed and sleep

      The poem paints a very pretty picture of life in southern Appalachia, The list of food at the beginning and the warm feeling of content and nostalgia are well illustrated through southern experiences.

    1. This is not the end of civilization, but a return to one. Only the water insisting on what it should always have, spreading its liniment over infected wounds. Only the water rising above us, reteaching us wealth and remembering its name.

      No matter how much damage colonization does to the earth, nature will always take back what belongs to it. one day we will rot in the ground and be energy to the soil and in the geological and ecological sense of things we are a blip.

    1. But all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it. They begin beating it with a hose to find out what it really means.

      people want definitive answers to things and become angry when they don't understand. poems are a grey area that many don't (or won't) understand only due to a lack of patience to learn.

    2. I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide

      holding a color slide to the light allows for a clearer view of the slide's content, doing so with a poem metaphorically would be a call to look closer into the meaning behind the poem.

    1. So Anji decided to pick the easiest-looking project off the list of options: Design an AI that mimics the behavior of a public domain character.

      It's interesting that Anji chose Kermit the Frog as a public domain character when none of the Muppets are under the public domain. If this was intentional, it can give some characterization to Anji showing she was too lazy to research copyrights.

    1. You may pick strawberries in December’s frost. Trust the wolves, but do not tell them where you are going.

      Picking berries that grow in warm climates and trusting animals known to eat people? interesting message... possibly indicating that things are not as you may expect.