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Robin Williams died today.At the moment I really have nothing to say and the shock is still there for all of us, I know. Usually I don’t pay much attention to the inevitable deaths of the famous, which like our own, are ever-creeping toward reality.
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I’ve made a drawing (pencil, watercolor and ink) of Rick (Rik Mayall) from The Young Ones trying to capture his persona at his best, which is to say, in the middle of his loudly-histrionic, narcissistic rapture, with all his overwhelming, convulse
himitsunotebook: The Young Ones- Rick “The Peoples Poet”
Here’s another ink and watercolor sketching of the smug and nasty Rick - with a silent P-. I like his expression a lot but the shirt was a bit harsh to draw and turned a bit crap (this last observation must be read using the voice of Ralph Filthy).
30 reasons why I feel deeply identified with Rick from The Young Ones
30 reasons why I feel deeply identified with Rick from The Young Ones (2)
30 reasons why I feel deeply identified with Rick from The Young Ones (3)
“This house will become a shrine, and punks and skins and rastas will all gather round and hold their hands in sorrow for their fallen leader. And all the grown-ups will say, "But why are the kids crying?” And the kids will say, “Ha
Miss Manchester | Porcelain Poet nightfall, in the woods in Washington www.oh-manchester.com
aliascquinn: You can’t and I know it, so I hold on while you make up your mind. Mine was the first heartbeat you listened to, and you don’t seem to realize that I can hear yours too; a steady, patient sound which never lies to me.
Yes love, you’re a tempest, With stormclouds in your chest, lightning between your fingertips, And a laugh that cuts through me like a thunderclap, Rattling the windows of my soul. However, I am an ocean. Rage across me, frenetic. Return to me, becalmed
“Everything in my head went quiet. All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments. Even in bed, I’m thinking: Did I lock the doors?
Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night To a house at an angle to my window A wholly imaginary house It is there that from one second to the next In the inviolate darkness I anticipate once more the fascinating rift occurr
“People think that the suicidal are sitting there suffering in their own pain all day, just stewing, sitting there getting ready to express it. But really, what the suicidal are doing is watching Wheel of Fortune. Perhaps having a bowl of Frosted
genociderfukawa: cryingcucumber: the poet who did the cow poem also did this Nice Guy Poem, its great. Poem_for_your_sprog is the best reddit user
gretagerwisg: He chooses the memory of her. That’s why he turns. He doesn’t make the lover’s choice, but the poet’s. Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019) dir. Céline Sciamma
dailyshowbiz: DAILYSHOWBIZ’S 2K CELEBRATION → TOP MOVIES BY GENRE (as voted by our followers) 6. DRAMA↳ DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989) DIR. PETER WEIR “Carpe. Carpe Diem. Seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.”
directedbysnyder: Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir
filmgifs:I just talked to my father. He’s making me quit the play at Henley Hall. Acting’s everything to me, I… But he doesn’t know, he… He’s planning the rest of my life for me, and he’s never asked me what I want.Dead Poets Society (1989)
cinematv:DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989) | DIR. PETER WEIR I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I had come to die, discover
dailyflicks:DAILYFLICKS 10K CELEBRATION → FAVORITE 80s MOVIE PER MEMBER DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989) - Carol (@tonyleunq)Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.
dailyflicks:DAILYFLICKS 20K EVENT: FAVORITE FALL/HALLOWEEN FILM PER MEMBER ↳ DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989) — Elio (@djarin) We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law,
landscapevoice: The Surging Wave Pavilion 沧浪亭 | Suzhou, China One of the oldest gardens in Suzhou, the Surging Wave Pavilion was built during the Northern Song Dynasty (960-1127) for the poet Su Shunqing. More: Landscape Voice - The Surging Wave
kushandwizdom: “it’s hard to turn the page, when you know someone won’t be in the next chapter, but the story must go on.” — Humble The Poet
joannamasonry: Modern Eposette + Dancer AU It’s dumb, Eponine had thought. It was dumb to be a dancer. Dumb to be at school. Dumb to be anything, but then she met Cosette. The pianist, the musician, the poet, the girl who could help her feel. And
(in response to a poster that says “Who run the world? ALLIES.”) Tori (dancing around and pointing at me) WHO RUN THE WORLD? NOT YOU.
poetry82: The many faces of Poetry. The protector. The Violent one. The heat seeking missile. The fighter jet. The Lover. The Jewel. The Queen. The Advisor. The Poet. The Chief. The Weapon. The One. The Golden Child. I make no excuses for who I am.
realityayslum: Jean Benoît photographed by Gilles Ehrmann, 1959. On December 2, 1959, in the salon of the poet Joyce Mansour, and in the presence of the Gotha of surrealism (André Breton, Matta, Brauner, and Gracq Mandiargues among others), was held
As the poets have mournfully sung,Death takes the innocent young,The rolling in money,The screamingly funny,And even the very well hung.Auden
smallhorizons:bahatitx-deactivated20211216:green’s my colour.[Image Description: Text of the poem “To the Young Who Want to Die” by Gwendolyn Brooks, next to a black and white photo of the poet. Poem reads as follows:Sit down. Inhale. Exhale.The
adini-nikolaevna: Oh, give me, my God, inspiration, The poet’s ardent blood. Oh, give me meekness and humility, Delights, songs and love. Oh, give me the courageous eagle’s eye, Free songs of a nightingale, Oh, give me the flight of the swan,
inneroptics: The Blood of a Poet (Le sang d’un poète) – Jean Cocteau
rhera: Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flowerWe will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind Now, perhaps you can tell me exactly what the poet means by such expressions as
currentinspiration: Inferno XXVIII, 19-42. The poets are in the ninth chasm of the eighth circle, that of the Sowers of Discord, whose punishment is to be mutilated. Mahomet shows his entrails to Dante and Virgil while on the left stands his son
bloghqualls:Leonid Osipovich Pasternak (1862 -1945) Russian post-impressionist painter. He was the father of the poet and novelist Boris Pasternak.‘The Night before the Exam’, 1935, oil on canvas.
hereunoia: If the boy who draws let’s you look over his shoulder. If the poet smiles and shows you her words. If the girl who sings for the shower only, hums a song in front of you. Know that you’re no longer a person but the air and dust that
dynastylnoire: revolutionarykoolaid: huffingtonpost: Poet Aja Monet Heartbreakingly Recalls The First Time She ‘Hated A Cop’Poet Aja Monet recalls the first time she “hated a cop” in her poem “The First Time,” which she performed at the
boysnmenart: The evidence for male homosexual love is greater in the artifacts than it is in the surviving texts. The quotes from Early and Classical Greece are as much visual as they are written. Two collections of the work of the poet Sappho have
koredzas: Giovanni Bellini - Portrait of Poet Raffaele Zovenzoni (The Poet Graduated). 1467
artchipel: Tumblr Artist Coline Termash | maculalutea (b.1955, France) - Cratis ²3 Poet-photographer Coline Termash’s work is rooted in the combination of two possibilities: one is here, the present, and the other, sublime and tense: “I live the
crescentshapedcat: “A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music… and then people crowd about the poet and
rudyvitkauskas: “the poet is ever watchful. an insomniac. restless, unable to sleep, witnessing the night…” — hijjab imtiaz, from ‘the sleep of the bulbul’. https://www.instagram.com/p/BpUr4i2lmHc/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1b0brxygqveja
takemetomountains: You will not find the warrior, the poet, the philosopher or the Christian by staring into his eyes as if he were your mistress: better fight beside him, read with him, argue with him, pray with him. C.S. Lewis :: The Four Loves
red-lipstick: Saddo-Jdero (Romania) - 1: Midnight, 2014 Paintings: Acrylics on Paper 2: Signore Vizio, 2011 Drawings: Ink on Paper 3: The Thief, The Poet And The Warrior, 2011 4: The Lord Of Darkness, 2010 Drawings: Ink 5: In The Forest,
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pashtundukhtaree: In Afghanistan, the tradition of poetry writing and recitation dates back a thousand years. To lend credibility to an argument, the preface, “The poet says…” denies the listener the opportunity to disagree. Although many do not
when the depression falls throw the cracks and the anxiety slowly starts tricking down the length of my spine words of kindness can’t mend the broken pieces
the-poets-cry-for-more: Yeah I’m fine
-dreamingwithabrokenheart: findinglucca: If the boy who draws let’s you look over his shoulder. If the poet smiles and shows you her words. If the girl who sings for the shower only, hums a song in front of you. Know that you’re no longer a person
