malaria - edson oda
“nos fiere quod seminat (we become what is sown)” / 2011 by stacy ransom and jason mitchell
more here
john carpenter’s the thing redone as a gi joe music video
music:driving this road until death sets you free - zombie zombie
video by mikropikol
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public man, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
W.B. Yeats.
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then ‘tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.
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emily dickinson - poem 712 same meter as hymns so it can be sung to the battle hymn of the republic(guitar cover here), amazing grace (jeff beck cover here), yellow rose of texas (karaoke version here), gilligan’s island(ukulele cover here) and stairway to heaven(here) actual analysis of the poem here |
