stream time!!
more epigraph! I got a good feeling about this one
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Stop Losing Marks 6 Fatal Mistakes Students Make in Higher History Assignments
Learn more here:
https://windmoonmagic.com/stop-losing-marks-6-fatal-mistakes-students-make-in-higher-history-assignments/
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Epigraphy
Gotta admire the work done on the details of this game. Even the empty rooms are interesting.
Guess those epigraphy classes will be of some use once again… Probably to discover that these inscriptions mean nothing, but still.
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stream time!!!
back to epigraph babey. this time?? this time. maybe a word. will be discovered.
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playing more Epigraph and THIS TIME i bet i’m gonna translate AT LEAST 1 thing. probably. maybe. hopefully.
…please
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Epigraph
“Style is not what you wear —
It’s how your silence walks into a room.“
It is not the mirror that defines you,
but the mind that dares to meet its reflection.
Every word we speak, every step we take —
is an echo of the self, still becoming.
— from the diary of the Model
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“For where would we be
If love were not stronger than poetry
And poetry were not stronger than love.”
—Miroslav Holub, epigraph to Resonance: Poems by Richard Jackson (Ashland Poetry Press, 2010)
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to live
aka random poetic rambling from friday that i forgot to post. i’m a genius, yes.
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ALTIt is better to make new mistakes than to perpetuate the old ones to the point of unconsciousness.
from Katzelmacher (Rainer Werner Fassbinder, 1969)
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Through it all
Through it all
Through it all
Through it all
-Quadeca, “FORGONE”
For The Loser
Rest your head, my child,
You saw them all.
The good times, the bad times,
The days sometimes felt like
A cornucopia of black sludge,
But you never knew.
You ran like all four winds
Blew in your stride.
They loved you.
Your name brought them luck.
And so you can’t imagine
The day you were found
Folded over.
Dense muscle that might
Have had a few more hidden in their
Salmon-pink folds.
You can’t imagine the cry,
Piercing and sharp,
When they saw you there,
Straw scattered around you like
The light filtering in through the stable roof.
They loved you.
They still do.
They shook you.
They thought horses slept like that for
One beautiful childish moment.
They couldn’t imagine
The loser might lose one last time.
I hope he’s as kind to you as he was to my dogs.
I hope you went in one go.
I hope the stench left behind christens those stables
“The Blessed Loser’s Stables.”
You should get to remain
Just as much as I.
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I will not ask such a thing of you, and I will not ask such a thing of myself.
Joyce Carol Oates, from The Falls
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’ … do you get what you deserve, or do you deserve what you get?’
Joyce Carol Oates, from The Falls
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Epigraph ~ The Supernatural Wars.
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“It is restful, tragedy, because one knows there’s no more lousy hope left. You know you’re caught, caught at last like a rat with all the world on its back. And the only thing left to do is shout.”
~ Jean Anouilh.
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New Epigraph Reveal!
It took me quite a bit to find the right one, but I believe this one will fit with the story a lot more than the previous one-
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Been thinking about posting some out of context bits from the work for funsies. So here are the first 6 epigraphs:
“I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.”
- Sylvia Plath, Ariel
“There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.”
- Jack Kerouac, On the Road
“Then the stranger had begun to walk quickly, and they had followed, running, singing and dancing to the sound of the music, as far as the foot of the mountain which one sees on entering Hamel.”
- Andrew Lang, The Ratcatcher
“So asking a farewell blessing of the priests and thinking shrewdly on his course, he boldly descended the seven hundred steps to the Gate of Deeper Slumber and set out through the enchanted wood.”
- H.P. Lovecraft, The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath
“So far so good. But now I find that every man before the mast knows more than I do. I don’t call that fair, now, do you?”
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Treasure Island
“Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”
- Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House