I Have A Question. It's A Really Silly Question But I Am Curious. Pink Floyd. I LOVE Pink Floyd. I Mean

melkor and fingolfin……

✶ The House of Fingolfin ✶

I ragazzi delle scuole imparano chi fu Muzio Scevola o Orazio Coclite, ma non sanno chi furono i fratelli Cervi. Non sanno chi fu quel giovanetto della Lunigiana che, crocifisso ad una pianta perché non voleva rivelare i nomi dei compagni, rispose: «Li conoscerete quando verranno a vendicarmi», e altro non disse. Non sanno chi fu quel vecchio contadino che, vedendo dal suo campo i tedeschi che si preparavano a fucilare un gruppo di giovani partigiani trovati nascosti in un fienile, lasciò la sua vanga tra le zolle e si fece avanti dicendo: «Sono io che li ho nascosti (e non era vero), fucilate me che sono vecchio e lasciate la vita a questi ragazzi». Non sanno come si chiama colui che, imprigionato, temendo di non resistere alle torture, si tagliò con una lametta da rasoio le corde vocali per non parlare. E non parlò. Non sanno come si chiama quell'adolescente che, condannato alla fucilazione, si rivolse all'improvviso verso uno dei soldati tedeschi che stavano per fucilarlo, lo baciò sorridente dicendogli: «Muoio anche per te… viva la Germania libera!».

Tutto questo i ragazzi non lo sanno: o forse imparano, su ignobili testi di storia messi in giro da vecchi arnesi tornati in cattedra, esaltazione del fascismo ed oltraggi alla Resistenza.”

Piero Calamandrei

THE FOOL ON THE HILL .     recorded: September 25-27 / October 20, 1967       filmed: October 31, 1967, in Nice

PAUL: I used to know Marijke [member of “The Fool”, the Dutch design collective and band], she was a quite striking-looking girl. She used to read my fortune in Tarot cards, which was something I wasn’t too keen on because I didn’t want to draw the death card one day. I still don’t like that kind of stuff because I know my mind will dwell on it. I always steered a bit clear of all that shit, but in fact it always used to come out as the Fool. And I used to say, ‘Oh, dear!’ and she used to say, ‘No no no. The Fool’s a very good card. On the surface it looks stupid, the Fool, but in fact it’s one of the best cards, because it’s the innocent, it’s the child, it’s that reading of fool.’ So I began to like the word ‘fool’, because I began to see through the surface meaning. I wrote ‘The Fool on the Hill’ out of that experience of seeing Tarot cards. (…) I think I was writing about someone like Maharishi. His detractors called him a fool. Because of his giggle he wasn’t taken too seriously. It was this idea of a fool on the hill, a guru in a cave, I was attracted to. I remember once hearing about a hermit who missed the Second World War because he’d been in a cave in Italy, and that always appealed to me. I was sitting at the piano in at my father’s house in Liverpool hitting a D 6th chord and I made up ‘Fool on the Hill’. There were some good words in it, ‘perfectly still’, I liked that, and the idea that everyone thinks he’s stupid appealed to me, because they still do. Saviours or gurus are generally spat upon, so I thought for my generation I’d suggest that they weren’t as stupid as they looked. [myfn]

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PAUL: It was during that time, A-levels time, I remember thinking, in many ways I wish I was a lorry driver, a Catholic lorry driver. Very very simple life, a firm faith and a place to go in my lorry, in my nice lorry. I realised I was more complex than that and I slightly envied that life. I envied the innocence. [myfn]

BEST. PIANO. DUET. EVER. ☺️

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Scrolling through my old photos I found this relic from 2020, Aramis, aka René d'Herblay aka the bishop of Vannes ecc, as described in the Three musketeers by Dumas.

To recover from the stress of med school (exams in September are a sign of Satan's influence on the world) I've been re-reading some of @therealvinelle and @thecarnivorousmuffinmeta 's brilliant fics (seriously, I spent whole afternoons laughing like an idiot).

To have it set in the muffinelle-verse I used these for the casting:

Carlisle

Renata (with a charming fur hat)

Aro

Here's a some quick paintings of a scene from Nebuchadenezzar's Dream, as screenshots form an hypothetical movie.

(Luckily all other characters don't have any close up shot and can have vague and blurry features.)

Overall it was a fun exercise in working fast and loose and not getting bogged down in the details as I usually do when I work digitally.

"Beneath the gold,the bitter steel"

Ser Aegor Rivers, called "Bittersteel", founder and first Captain-General of the Golden Company.

I was looking at poetry that Jane Austen might have read and I came across Lady Mary Wortley Montagu. She sounds like an amazing woman. She thought her governess was dumb, so she hid in the family library and, "She taught herself Latin, a language usually reserved for men at the time. She secretly got a hold of a "Latin dictionary and grammar" and by the age of thirteen, her handling with the language was on par to most men. Furthermore, she was also a voracious reader."

She married an ambassador to the Ottoman empire and brought smallpox inoculation back to England. She was also a poet and important writer. In addition, she laughed at poet Alexander Pope (he is quoted in Austen's works) when he declared his love for her. (pictured below). (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_Mary_Wortley_Montagu)

The fact that someone heard about this proposal and then painted it is *chef's kiss*

(Edit) Here is the poem I used in a story:

A Hymn to the Moon

Written in July, in an arbour Thou silver deity of secret night, Direct my footsteps through the woodland shade; Thou conscious witness of unknown delight, The Lover's guardian, and the Muse's aid! By thy pale beams I solitary rove, To thee my tender grief confide; Serenely sweet you gild the silent grove, My friend, my goddess, and my guide. E'en thee, fair queen, from thy amazing height, The charms of young Endymion drew; Veil'd with the mantle of concealing night; With all thy greatness and thy coldness too.

In a moment of boredom and art block I decided to read "The demon in the wood" by Leigh Bardugo and now child!Aleksander lives rent free in my poor brain. And now I am searching references for "sliced corpses". Not creepy at all.