Mother thou art nakedly-
My right and purest chalice,
Let none challenge sacristy,
Honesty and warmth balanced.
In dreams I cling desperately,
The faintest hint of pleasure,
To bask in your empathy,
To want for nothing never.
Dear, I pray your indulgence,
Nay let me stew and suffer,
Lest dreaming peek refulgence,
Have mercy divine mother.
Became someone else,
I ran away from myself,
Just noise and decay.
Gave up all my pain
I fell in love with the rain
I didn’t need it.
I’d be better off
Two thousand light years away
chipping away at…
Possessed I toss restlessly,
Aphrodite calls dreaming,
Whispered to me breathlessly;
The truth of love worth deeming.
A search that seemed unending,
The goal my hearts last reprieve,
She waits for me intending-
To bore my true love conceive.
Dream love you are beautiful,
I’ve come far at your behest,
Her voice proud and musical-
We sink together, possessed.
I just need someone
In my life to give structure
All the selfish ways
That I spend my time
But I can’t deal with lovers
Saying I’m the one
But I love you so.
But your actions speak louder
You’re everything.
Yeah I like it, the end haha.
Ok yeah not the end erm. I went into this kind of weird because I loved Hereditary but I know lots of people hate it for some reason I can’t fathom. That movie was fucking great, it was the exorcist for the modern era, I loved every minute of it.
I guess a lot of people were split about this movie too, so I didn’t rush out and see it because it kind of got mixed reviews and I’m not a huge fan of the wicker man the movie this is obviously homaging.
I mean I like the wickerman but I’m not like obsessed with it, it’s a cool movie but I didn’t burn pictures of Nicholas Cage when he was in the remake haha.
Midsommar is a very entertaining movie, visually it’s great, the lighting and camera work is fantastic, the acting is great, the music and diagetic sound is great. The atmosphere of the movie is first class. Throughout the whole film I was in a state of almost a trance but I was also on the edge of my seat.
The movie sort of held me in a state of perpetually chill but also a state of unease, it’s not a scary film, but it’s just a constant unsettling feeling under your skin and it’s great.
Maybe that’s why people didn’t like it, they went in expecting a standard horror movie like the conjuring or annabel or texas chainsaw massacre and instead they got something that just gets under your skin. It has it’s occasional shocking horrific moments but it mostly just simmers in your subconscious.
Even though I let the ending get ruined for me because like an idiot I watched the red letter media review before I watched it, I still enjoyed it. Although I did skip the rlm review for hereditary which was a good choice. I’d definitely recommend that, watch it after definitely.
There isn’t much of a story, it’s basically about a girl who loses her family in a horrible way and her boyfriend is trying to give her the boot but then this tragedy happens and he can’t. And he’s got a trip planned to this basically religious cult to do his thesis on it for his university anthropology class.
Then horrible shit happens obviously haha. It wouldn’t be a movie if they just sat around singing kumbiya haha.
It’s really just effective and well done. I found it thoroughly entertaining throughout. The only gripes I had were when I compare it to Wickerman which is a high bar to set. My only problems were narratively because in the wickerman it’s very clear why they’re doing what they’re, the purpose of the horrible shit that happens is clear. In Midsommar it’s more murky, it’s explained less and I guess that adds to the mystery because you basically know as much as the main characters do. And in wickerman the main character is a policeman investigating and here it’s just a bunch of teens doing drugs and being retarde.
Also the weird kid with the messed up face is all over the trailers and I don’t know if that was cut or something but that kid is almost not in the movie. The amount they show him in the trailers compared to his actual appearance in the movie is weird. Makes me think some of that stuff was cut. It’s just weird that kid didn’t feature much in the movie after going through all the effort of doing the effect in the first place and showing it off.
I don’t have much more to say about it, I liked it, I was engaged, I definitely think it deserves a watch and maybe a rewatch to pick up on things you might’ve missed. I dunno people seem to like it on rotten tomatoes, the audience and the critics, I have no idea where I got this idea it had a mixed reception haha.
I really like Ari Astor as a director, he’s one to keep a close eye on certainly, I’ll definitely be following his work as he goes forward. In my mind he makes movies that deserve the praise Jordan Peele gets haha. Jordan Peele that guy who makes hacky schlocky garbage but gets praised as if it’s high art because he’s blackish and his movies are about hating white people usually or something along those lines haha. Ari Astor actually makes thoughtful well crafted movies with amazing performances and I feel like he gets sort of looked over.
Just go check it out, Midsommar, it’s on amazon prime right now so if you have that you can watch it for free.
See you…
Return my love, willingly
To the stars of whom bore-us;
How they’ll gleam most brilliantly,
Whence our ancestors chorus.
Green eyes that spur obsession,
Lips that I have kissed before
Here lies a feint depression,
Where you laid and will once-more.
Our hearts and souls liberate
The mundane world hence unlearned
Spirits joined to conflagrate;
To the stars we shall return.
Henlo, back again and I still hate wordpress’ new format haha. I mean wtf is this shit bro haha?
Ok so got more content, coming pretty hard and heavy with it recently, especially the poetry as you may have noticed. More of those shitty haikus from chopped up songs but now Bardic poetry straight from the motherfucking heart.
Let’s just say I have a new muse but I don’t wanna jinx it. It’s already too perfect to be true. I never even considered writing bardic poetry again, I thought the first time for the book would be the last time, but I dunno what happened. Just one day the haikus weren’t doing it for me anymore. They weren’t enough to capture how this person made me feel. They weren’t big enough and they didn’t speak to my blood, to my ancestors like this did.
I realised I was sort of larping and losing connection to something writing japanese poetry, I mean I still love it and won’t let it go, but I’m not japanese, my ancestors aren’t japanese. I mean they’re probably not irish either haha. But they’re certainly celtic.
Something inside, this person awakened a love for my ancestors, a love for the land and people, something calling back to an ancestral past I never felt before and I couldn’t ignore it, couldn’t get a grip on it with a haiku. I need to use the bardic style to properly put my feelings into words.
I don’t know what that means and I hate to speculate so soon at risk of sounding like the fool I know I am.
But yeah, I dunno, I just… sigh.
See you…
–
Cur’s mocking laughter echoed through hall where no other sound existed.
“Come now, come to die” He cackled mirthlessly.
“No Firbolg, he cannot be beaten” Tuan shouted from the spiral staircase. “We must away!”
“Away where beast? We fight in Magmel itself. There is no escape but through blood.”
“Perhaps there is another way.” A strange tittering voice whistled musically and seemed to be all around them like a flock of birds appearing out of thin air.
Suddenly the entire wall of the dining hall turned to autumn leaves and exploded outward. The masked men were knocked against the other wall of the castle and destroyed instantly. The boy left unharmed stared at the gaping hole in the castle wall cleared away as leaves falling into the ocean and the rocks below.
None of them could believe their eyes as with the leaves had come a giant beast standing nobly in between the carpet of maiden corpses.
A huge majestic stag stood between all gaping eyes. And atop the stag a rider in pale green armor, a helmet topped with branches that looked like the horns of a mighty deer. An axe at his hip of some alien construction and a harp on his other that gleamed with gems.
Balor was awe struck but his instinct was to kill whatever it was that had intruded in his castle. The childs face distending as before in a horrible silent scream as the eye emerged again.
The rider unhooked his harp lackadaisically and played a soothing tune. The melody taming the eye as it shrank back into the aspect of Balor which became limp and motionless.
“Alas I have come for you Firbolg” The strange green rider said in a loud jovial tone as he re-sheathed his harp.
“Who are you spirit? How would you die?” The barbarian hoarsely croaked.
“I would’st not die last of the Firbolg for I am life and life I once gave to you when you lay dying.”
“Cernunnos?”
“I know not this name sir, I am known as Bredbeddle” The spirit said, his voice full of mirth.
“The horned one sent you?”
“I know not of this horned one you speak” The riders voice was playful and full of jest.
“No games from you trickster of the woods. What have you come for?”
“I come for last of the Firbolg, I come as there is one that would meet you and put you on the path to your destiny.”
“Is this not my destiny, to be here now, to slay this Balor?”
“No last of the Firbolg, it is not his time to die nor is it yours.”
“Away with you woodsy one, I care not for your ‘destiny’, I care only to slay my enemy”
“But there are more enemies you may slay last of the Firbolg, but what of the one you lost, think to her and what it would mean to have her back.”
“Do not play with me trickster!”
“It is true what I say, you will be reunited with the one you love if you follow the path that I lay out for you”.
The Firbolg said nothing but the horned one knew his answer.
“Come now, we have no time to waste” The green rider put out his hand for the Firbolg to take.
Cur ignored it and climbed the mighty stag using the strange vine-like material that made the saddle to affix himself to it.
Bredbeddle turned to the doorway. “I had not forgotten about you my friend, come now shapeshifter, this concerns your destiny too.”
The sounds of footsteps now approaching, calling and gibbering in strange tongues.
“We must hurry, my power wains while my feet are not touching the noble isle.”
Tuan leapt and in mid flight took the form of a crow and perched himself atop the antlers of the great stag.
Within moments the room was flooded with fomorian warriors with savage barbed weapons. Their dark cloaks covering little of their flabby hideous bodies but all that greeted them was corpses and leaves.
–
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Innocent bullshit
I see what you tryna pull
Warm but not in love.
Yeah she’s just a tease
Oh the moon under water
Completely at ease
Oh he’s a poor son.
With a sexy little thing
He is so in love.
Yay I didn’t kill myself haha. And Corona didn’t get me haha. And I have content yay.
I didn’t post anything last week but poems and stuff because I was just working on this, still kind of slow going but it’s good stuff, and it’s getting quicker. I feel good oddly. It only took the end of the world to make me feel like I was making headway haha.
But I’m actually a whole chapter ahead now, I feel a little reinvigorated, like maybe I might die with a smile on my face after all. I dunno, it’s too soon to tell but I think after this whole apocalypse thing is over my life might actually start making sense. Because lord knows it has not for some time now haha.
A body shouldn’t be this happy when all this badness is going on but I never claimed to be normal or sane and I have utterly no control over my emotions. I just feel happier and more blessed right now than I’ve ever felt in my whole fucking life.
And that’s all I’m willing to say about in case I jinx it haha.
See you…
–
The veil of night was lifting, a ghostly quietus fell at the mouth of the river Boyne. A rustling of the hazel trees sent shock waves into the quivering still born dawn. A woman, beautiful, her naked skin white as alabaster, her hair a dark earthy autumn hazel, like the trees that birthed the river.
She walked into the river slowly, she walked until the water was up to her ankles, her hips, her chest and until she was gone.
“Princess! Princess!” A whispered voice said. “He means to start without you! You must awake”
“Airmed, is that you?” Ernmas said groggily.
“Yes Princess, you have to hurry, I couldn’t stop stall him any longer.”
“But the sun is not even risen”
“Miach cares not for the position of the sun m’lady, only his own vainglory!” Airmed caught herself “I shouldn’t say that about my own brother I know but he is a fool and his eagerness will land us all in Bres’ keep one day.” The more fulsome maid helped the delicate Princess out of her borrowed bed. And into a robe more befitting witnessing the unveiling of the unknown. “Come now, we have little time to jabber.”
“Alright” Ernmas said faintly as Airmed lead her out of her room and into the strange hallway it felt like she was in only moments ago in the dead of night. She had hoped it would seem like a dream now but it was fresh in her mind. A part of her dreaded what she might witness at the top of that spiral staircase in the lab of Airmed’s brother Miach, son of Dian Cecht.
In her waking stupor lead by Airmed, it seemed like she closed her eyes and opened them once more in that fetid observatory that Miach had made his lab.
It was no different from the first she had laid eyes on it, the complete disarray that struck it was the chaos of a busy mind far beyond her own. But there too was an uncomfortable disquiet that hung in the air. As if a rot was nestled away in some darkened corner not yet to make itself known.
Ogma was there already, stern and solemn but also sad. He unfolded his large arms as the princes entered and made a slight bow. But said nothing and only stared at the centre of the room, where Miach tittered like an excited child.
Miach was lost in his own thoughts mumbling something to himself as he tinkered with unseen hands. Failing to notice or not caring when his sister and Ernmas entered the observatory.
“Ah marvelous, you’re just in time” He said when he made the effort to acknowledge their existence.
“Just in time for what?” The princess asked softly.
“Behold” Miach said as he directed Ernmas to the tank in the centre of the room with the opaque milky liquid in it. “We’re almost ready now, the solution has already been applied.”
“Solution?” Ernmas asked faintly.
“Yes” Miach said as he approached the stone table closest to the tank. One which had been cleared. He returned holding a strange pointed device made of glass and metal. The liquid contained within looked like water but shimmered with a dull putrescence of grey and blue as if it were petulant miasmal clouds. “My own creation, it uses the sacred waters that my father might have used during the great war but refined through my own processes.”
“And the-?”
“See for yourself” Miach smirked faintly as he directed her to the tank Ernmas was trying to avert her gaze from.
She approached it gingerly as if it were some kind of unpredictable beast or piteous retch. Slowly it came into focus. Beyond the milky liquid, pale bilferous limbs appeared, bobbing rhythmically in and out of the queer substance. As she reached the rim of the open top tank she could see it more clearly. The vaguest approximation of what was her father lay naked in the tank, it’s skin slick and squamous.
The body was motionless but for the slight undulating of the liquid. She looked at the face of her father and more closely at his neck as she could see that it was indeed the head she had brought with her. Attached by a means of some kind of metallic string. For a moment it was not Nuada’s face she saw floating in the liquid. But it was her own staring back at her with hideous stygian eyes that filled her with an unnameable terror.
It’s loathsome hand reached out and gripped her tightly by the wrist. The blasphemous thing pulled her closer to the tank. It’s hideous mouth opening filling her lungs with the foetid stench of death and decay. It uttered an accursed ullulating sound as foul black ichor poured from it’s mouth and filled the princess with darkness.
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