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December 26 2014

AHospitalForSouls
I have moved my posts, over to my new soup, thedeadofflandersfields, because the others, felt that my World War One-related posts, were overwhelming everything else. If you are still interested, in those posts, see the new soup, or my tumblr, of the same name. All other posts, will stay the same. Thank you.
-- Alan.

March 27 2012

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you heard me
-- Alan.
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bacon cake
it's my birthday today!
-- Alan.

March 02 2012

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Unless I grip the sword, I cannot protect you.
While gripping the sword, I cannot embrace you. But... maybe, if I become strong enough, I can do both.
— Ichigo, Bleach Manga
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November 30 2011

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Breeze...

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Poppy Effect

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Spring Renewal

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Sunny Forest #NSFW

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Going Somewhere

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December has frozen its double-edged breath   
and blows it down from the icy heavens,   
like a dry fire coming apart in threads,   
like a huge ruin that topples on soldiers.   

Snow where horses have left their hoof-marks   
is a solitude of grief that gallops on.   
Snow like split fingernails, or claws badly worn,   
like a malice out of heaven or a final contempt.   

It bites, prunes, cuts through with the heavy   
slash of a bloodshot and pale marble ax.   
It comes down, it falls everywhere like some ruined embrace   
of canyons and wings, solitude and snow.   

This violence that splits off from the core of winter,   
raw hunger tired of being hungry and cold,   
hangs over the naked with an eternal grudge   
that is white, speechless, dark, starving, and fatal.   

It wants to soften down forges, hatred, flames,   
it wants to stop up the seas, to bury all loves.   
It goes along throwing up huge, gauzy drifts,   
hostile hunks of glass, statues that say nothing.   

I want the heart made of wood in every shop   
and te’tile factory to flood over and cover   
the bodies that ignite the morning   
with their looks and yells, boots and rifles.   

Clothes for the corpses that are able to go naked,   
able to go dressed in frost and ice,   
in withered stone that fights off the cruel beaks,   
the pale beak thrusts and the pale escapes.   

Clothes for corpses that silently fall back   
the most snowy attacks with the reddest bones.   
Because these soldiers have sun-fired bones,   
because they are fires with footprints and eyes.   

The cold hunches forward, death loses its leaves.   
I can hear the noiseless sound raining down.   
Red on the white snow, life turns   
the steamy snow red, sows fire in the snow.   

Soldiers are so much like rock crystals   
that only fire, only flame shapes them,   
and they fight with icy cheekbones, with their mouths,   
and turn whatever they attack into memories of ash.
— Miguel Hernández, “The Soldier and the Snow”, translated by Timorthy Baland
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Alice Joyce

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November 29 2011

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Alice Joyce

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Marion Davies

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Maggie Teyte 1918

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Mary Pickford, in Poor Little Rich Girl, 1910

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November 28 2011

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...be sure to wear some flowers in your hair...

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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
— "In Flanders Field" by John McCrae
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