I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via wordsnquotes)
Quotes
Disobedience, in the eyes of any one who has read history, is man’s original virtue. It is through disobedience that progress has been made, through disobedience and through rebellion.
Oscar Wilde (via mediaexposed)
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (via introspectivepoet)
A big deal is made about war bats. Bats trained especially for war – how thrilling is that? But do we get to see them in action? No, we do not. One gets killed. Presumably the others took that rather badly and reverted to being common or garden bats again.
“Time to say goodbye”– RYAN GILBEY , review of BofA
Orcs were there with eyes of yellow and green like cats that could pierce all glooms and see through mist or fog or night; snakes that could go everywhither and search all crannies or the deepest pits or the highest peaks, listen to every whisper that ran in the grass or echoed in the hills; wolves there were and ravening dogs and great weasels full of the thirst of blood whose nostrils could take scent moons old through running water, or whose eyes find among single footsteps that had passed a lifetime since; owls came and falcons whose keen glance might descry by day or night the fluttering of small birds in all the woods of the world, and the movement of every mouse or vole or rat that crept or dwelt throughout the Earth. All these he summoned to his Hall of Iron, and they came in multitudes.
The Book of Lost Tales II; J.R.R. Tolkien
MELKOR HAD GIANT BLOOD-THIRSTY WEASELS AND NO ONE TOLD ME?????
JFC WHOSE JOB WAS IT TO TAKE CARE OF THE ANGBAND WEASELS? WAS THERE A WEASEL-MASTER?? WEASELRIDERS??? TELL ME MORE. (via misbehavingmaiar)
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It is on this glorious day that I would like to remind everyone about the Giant War Weasels of Angband
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ANOTHER FINE DAY TO REMIND EVERYONE ABOUT THE WAR WEASELS OF ANGBAND ᕕ( ᐛ)ᕗ
The wolf howls. The ravens flee/ The ice mutters in the mouths of the sea.
The Lay of Leithian, J.R.R.Tolkien
Eärendel the Wanderer who beat about the Oceans of the World in his white ship Wingelot sat long while in his old age upon the Isle of Seabirds in the Northern Waters ere he set forth upon a last voyage.
He passed Taniquetil and even Valinor, and drew his bark over the bar at the margin of the world, and launched it on the Oceans of the Firmament. Of his ventures there no man has told, save that hunted by the orbed Moon he fled back to Valinor, and mounting the towers of Kôr upon the rocks of Eglamar he gazed back upon the Oceans of the World…
From the notes [preface to The Shores of Faëry] of J.R.R. Tolkien, The Book of Lost Tales Part II, “The Tale of Eärendel”
Yet if the world grows again dark, the Lords must know; and they have sent me no sign. Unless this be the sign. What then? Our fathers were rewarded for the aid they gave in the defeat of the Great Shadow. Shall their sons stand aloof, if evil finds a new head?
“I am in too great doubt to rule. To prepare or to let be? To prepare for war, which is yet only guessed: train craftsmen and tillers in the midst of peace for bloodspilling and battle: put iron in the hands of greedy captains who will love only conquest, and count the slain as their glory? Will they say to Eru: At least your enemies were amongst them? Or to fold hands, while friends die unjustly: let men live in blind peace, until the ravisher is at the gate? What then will they do: match naked hands against iron and die in vain, or flee leaving the cries of women behind them? Will they say to Eru: At least I spilled no blood?
“When either way may lead to evil, of what worth is choice?
Tar-Meneldur, “The Mariner’s Wife,” Unfinished Tales of Númenor and Middle Earth by J.R.R. Tolkien
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dark / with chaos, I’ll escape, at last, alone and dry, / not winded though, a mouth with teeth, a page, a scream
Alice Notley, from Certain Magical Acts; “Voices”
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She imagined loving him would feel like falling in love with darkness, frightening and consuming yet utterly beautiful when the stars came out.
You kissed his mouth with mouths of flame: you made the hornèd god your own:
You stood behind him on his throne:
you called him by his secret name.
Oscar Wilde, The Sphinx (via xenopenthos)
I am not myself (…) I have created ashes.
Adonis, from ‘Gilgamesh’, The Pages of Day and Night (trans. Samuel Hazo)
In the Kalevala, magic is made by chanting special runes. These runes often petitioned gods or spirits, or spoke of origins. According to the ancient beliefs, anyone could use the magic runes, but great magicians like Väinämöinen and Louhi knew more runes and more powerful ones than common people did. Another belief was that the spell created by a rune could be undone by singing the words in backward order.
The Songs of Power: A Northern Tale of Magic Retold from the Kalevala
By Aaron Shepard
…And just like that, the names “Nereb” and “Dungalef” as disguises for Beren and Finrod ‘Felagnud’ [sic] make sense– or at least have context.
Forþon nu min hyge hweorfeð ofer hreþerlocan,
min modsefa mid mereflode,
ofer hwæles eþel hweorfeð wide,
eorþan sceatas – cymeð eft to me
gifre ond grædig; gielleð anfloga,
hweteð on hwælweg hreþer unwearnum
ofer holma gelagu.
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So now my mind moves above its heartfold,
my spirit with the seaflood,
wide over whale’s realm it moves,
to earth’s corners – returns to me anew
gluttonous and greedy; the loneflier cries,
irresistibly whets the heart to the whaleway
over the swells of the sea.
The Seafarer, 58a-64a (via terpsikeraunos)
I am the shape you made me.
Filth teaches filth.
Sophokles, from Elektra, An Oresteia: Agamemnon by Aiskhylos; Elektra by Sophokles; Orestes by Euripides (tr. Anne Carson)
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