The Bilbo’s song performed by Sir Christopher Lee and Tolkien Ensemble
It’s simply amazing
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
These awesome photos, in which rolling waves appear to be both perfectly frozen in time and miraculously made solid, are the work of French photographer Pierre Carreau.
Carreau “shoots waves with a variety of high speed cameras using various macro and wide angle lenses, capturing water shapes that appear more sculptural than liquid.”
Visit his Pierre Carreau’s website to view many more examples of his amazing work. He also offers prints of some of his images via Clic Gallery.
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“When was super depressed, I wasn’t working—I was always too depressed. Hemingway did his best work when he didn’t drink, then he drank himself to death and blew his head off with a shotgun. Someone asked John Cheever, “What’d you learn from Hemingway?” and he said “I learned not to blow my head off with a shotgun.” I remember going to the Michigan poetry festival, meeting Etheridge Knight there and Robert Creeley. Creeley was so drunk—he was reading and he only had one eye, of course, and had to hold his book like two inches from his face using his one good eye. But you look at somebody like George Saunders—I think he’s the best short story writer in English alive—that’s somebody who tries very hard to live a sane, alert life. You’re present when you’re not drinking a fifth of Jack Daniel’s every day. It’s probably better for your writing career, you know? I think being tortured as a virtue is a kind of antiquated sense of what it is to be an artist.”—
In an interview with The Fix, Mary Karr debunks the toxic mythology that it is necessary to be damaged in order to be creative. My own vehement defiance to that mythology is what led me to choose Ray Bradbury – the ultimate epitome of creating from joy rather than suffering – as the subject of my contribution to The New York Times’ The Lives They Lived.
Pair with Karr on why writers write.
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This entire quote makes me very uneasy, but in particular I take a lot of exception to “tries very hard to live a sane, alert life.”
All that is happening here is that one kind of false equivalency of virtue is being debunked, only to be replaced with another: assigning a moral value to someone’s health or coping skills, to “getting better.”
People who suffer from depression, from trauma, from alcoholism, from anxiety—many of them try hard, in ways that people who don’t deal with those issues just can’t understand. A lot of us try like hell just to get out of bed every fucking morning.
I don’t think it’s “necessary to be damaged in order to be creative.” I don’t think there’s any virtue in having to live this way. Being depressed or otherwise compromised isn’t noble at all—it’s absolutely wretched, and sometimes the thought of all the incredible things I could create if I didn’t spend so much of my time trying to get out from under this is almost too much to bear.
But for some, being creative is a survival mechanism, and I do think there’s value in taking something that no human being should ever have to experience, and channeling it into something productive and beautiful. Especially if it keeps you from hurting yourself. I think that should be celebrated as a heroic act.
I don’t even like Hemingway, but what a disrespectful and reductive thing to say about his life’s work.
I think what’s dangerous about this is the attempted reduction of all creative people to one ideal. No, you don’t have to be “damaged” to be creative, but equally our struggles do not eliminate that creative power. There are a great many narratives of authors, artists and inventors who have struggled with addiction or illness in many forms, and have been doing their creative work at the same time - not in some ideal, pure, lucid period in between. Pain can inhibit creativity, can inspire it, or can have no connection to it at all. It is reductionist and harmful to erase any one of those truths.
Personally, I wrote far more prolifically and consistently whilst struggling with depression and frequent self-harm than I have at any other time since, but that isn’t to say that I can’t and don’t write when I’m doing better. It isn’t as simple as either this interview or that so-called “toxic” mythology make it out to be.
Galaxy Coast
— Bill Shupp // FlickrTaken near Bixby Bridge north of Big Sur, CA, this is a 12 shot vertical panorama taken around 4 am this past Monday, when the Milky Way was pretty high in the sky. The glow near the horizon is a lighthouse just around the bend.
All shots are 20 seconds, except the bottom one, which is 3 minutes
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My second fantasy novel, The Red Mage, is now available on Amazon!
US (kindle only - paperback to follow)
Just as a courtesy to avoid triggering anyone, The Red Mage carries triggers for sex work, mentions of sexual assault and scenes of violence.
Blurb
Nineteen year-old Evie Moon wears red ribbons, and everyone in Verenth knows their meaning. Evie expects nothing more from life than the struggle against hunger, violence, and unfortunate diseases, until a chance encounter with a Leaf changes her world forever.
Leaves are inherently magical, and even those who cannot wield magic themselves can see its light in others. But if Evie does have that light, how can she learn to use it? The magi of Verenth have long neglected their sworn oath to seek out magical potential, limiting their teaching to the rich and high-born alone.
Evie is determined to change her life, and the lives of Verenth’s forgotten citizens. With no one to show her the way, how much can she do before the wrath of the magi falls upon her?
This is the first in the Tales of Vertiga series, a set of unique stories from a world of magi and sailors, Leaves and dragons. Centuries ago, the Mage War ended with a battle that tore the world apart, leaving the continent of Vertiga isolated beyond the Maelstrom. The mage Orders were formed and oaths taken to keep those with magic in check. Yet those oaths are not always kept…
(And yes, this finally explains to you where my tumblr url comes from!) If you have any questions, send an ask, or contact me on twitter @PipJanssen.
1 - 2 - 3 - 4, I declare a fic war!
What: Tumblr Fic War
Who: Anyone who reblogs this post.
When: Until everyone is actualfax dead, because this is WAR suckers!
Why: FEELINGS
What: Everyone who reblogs this post is opening their ask box up to the most brutal, feelings-inducing prompts anyone who is playing can imagine. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to take those prompts and DESTROY EVERYONE with them. Not just angsty stuff either, fluff can be just as bad, as many of you know!
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A truly MINDBLOWING lesson on the origin of American Southern accents.
The gif could not be more perfect in describing what just happened.
yay historical linguistics!
This is so cool!
love this
i’m the only one in my family without a strong southern drawl.
(Source: ask-changeling-lyra-closed, via knottahooker)
“London Calling” || Michael Giacchino || Star Trek Into Darkness
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White Blue Peacock
This bird is a crossbreed between blue and white peacocks. The result is one spectacular creature.
wow, I haven’t seen such a dramatic display of genetic mosaicism before.
It’s a Shiny Pokemon.
There are two kinds of people.
this needed to be on this blog because of reasons





