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Animals Without Direction

Chapter Eight - Twenty Laps

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As it turns out, when one hold declares war on another, it’s not like in the books you’ve read where the entire army marches and the leader makes a grand speech at the gates. In reality, it’s a handwritten letter from one Jarl to another with their terms and conditions in order for peace between them.

Chan wrote up his letter immediately and sent it with the fastest messenger Miroh has. The poor thing was shaking in his boots after the Jarl stressed how fast he wanted that letter delivered.

Part of you was worried that Chan would send you to deliver the letter like he had done previously. But he didn’t, and for that you were thankful.

‘Not this time,’ Chan noticed your jaw clench when he spoke about someone delivering the letter. ‘The next time you step foot in Erbus, it will not be alone.’

It’s been a week since the messenger left for Erbus. It’s been a week since you revealed a sliver of your past to the Jarl. It’s been a week since you’ve known relaxation.

In that week, you’ve spent most of your time in the throne room or hovering nearby. Chan immediately started commanding different legion commanders to get their armies ready, to prepare for the worst. He’s leaving no stone unturned: sharpen the swords, smith more arrows, strengthen the armor.

Yes, they’re waiting on a letter, but it never hurts to be prepared. And if you know Erbus, the preparation is necessary.

Chan, Minho, and Jisung were all currently standing around a table in a room tucked away behind the throne room. Various maps and papers were tacked on the walls and tables. The table that the three men stood around was exceptionally large. It had the same map you saw a month ago spread out on top of it.

Both you and Jeongin stood by the door on either side, your stance more relaxed than his. He stood ramrod straight with his eyes fixed on the conversation.

You were paying attention, but you allowed your eye to wander around the room.

A large desk was by the way with more papers and a globe of the world on top of it. There were compasses and other charting tools everywhere.

They’ve been discussing various plans for the stone forts closer to the western border and how they want to strengthen them; but they also need more protection to the north.

Chan reaches over and grabs a small blue flag, placing it on the map. “I have been trading written correspondence with Eldred of Oakenmaw, a village to the north east of here. He owns Hollypond Farm, he is ready and willing to allow soldiers to house and set up camp on his land. Given how close to Inuin’s border his farm is, it is perfect for this.”

That was the letter you delivered for Chan. Eldred had given you one back for the Jarl, which you delivered without a hitch. Eldred was more than happy to send you off with a warm meal and enough food for your journey back to the capital.

“I know not what will happen with the other holds once open war is declared. I do not know if they will show support for sides or if this will stay between Miroh and Erbus.” Chan explains.

“Miroh has a close relationship with Daefall, I am sure if this was to turn into a large scale war, they would stand with us.” Minho says to them.

“But the same goes for Bewaes and Erbus, they have been tied to one another in every conflict the land has ever seen. Their alliance is older than my bloodline.” the Jarl says back. “What we truly need is Upera’s alliance since they share a border with Bewaes.”

“And what of Inuin? How do you think their alliance would fall?” Minho asks, both of his hands placed flat on the table.

Chan shakes his head, “I know not.”

Minho nods and moves a few smaller markers on the map, Jisung places another red flag.

“While we were in Erbus, it seemed that their military postings were light, not many soldiers to be seen around them. And if they were there, they were drinking or eating.” Jisung explained, marking several forts with little red flags.

“They do not even suspect a declaration of war.” Minho adds, keeping his eye on the map. His lips in a sneer.

“In past councils with all the Jarls, I have not been quiet about my distaste for Erbus’ treatment of Elves. It is almost an insult that Sisk has not taken these warnings seriously. If only I knew the true nature of this ‘banishment’.”

At the mention of the Jarl’s name, a shiver runs down your spine. Before living in Miroh, the stories of his horrible nature rivaled Chan’s. But after being here for a month, you’re sure that Chan’s stories were made to keep Elves from running across the border for safety.

Their discussion makes you stop and think. You know for sure that Erbus’ military postings have some of the most evil fighters around. They use dirty tactics and are the ones who send the guards to slaughter the Elves.

Your eyes narrow, words form in your mouth but you’re not sure if you should speak up or not.

‘You could have stood in the room for that conversation, you are a member of the court.’ Seungmin’s voice echoed in your mind.

“My lord,” you speak softly. Chan immediately turns around and looks at you with a curious expression.

“Yes, Y/N?” he turns his body to face you.

“Most of the military outposts are very well hidden throughout Erbus,” you explain, your eyes moving from him, to the map, then back to him, “I may know of a few, may I look at the map to see if you have them identified?’

Chan smiles sadly, “You do not need to ask, Y/N.” His voice is soft and caring, his eyes are warm. Minho and Jisung turn to look at you as you approach the map.

“How do you know of these hidden outposts?” Jisung asks.

You look down at the map, all of the ones you know about are not marked at all.

“My mother and father would tell me which places to avoid while playing outside.” A sad smile creeps on your face as you recall the bittersweet memory of your parents. They tried so hard to shield you from the horrors of the world. “Being a curious youngling, I would go anyway and sneak around to see what I could.”

Minho laughs under his breath at your statement, but the three stay quiet and watch you.

Grabbing about five red flags, you place them on top of each hideout you knew of. “Their top soldiers stay in these hidden forts. They send the lower level guards to the forts that are out in the open.”

When you look up, you see Jisung staring closely at you.

“I apologize if I overstepped,” you bow your head as an apology and take a step away from the map. Jisung was gone for an entire month to find military outposts, and you practically told him that he did a bad job at it.

A warm hand on your lower back made you stop. “Do not apologize, Y/N.” Chan said from next to you, “We appreciate all the help we can get. Any information is valuable.”

“Agreed.” Jisung adds afterwards. When you look over at Jisung, he nods at you.

You then look up at Chan, the same warm expression on his face. The hand on your back is the only thing you can feel at this moment.

“Aye, my lord.” you bow your head once more.

The hand on your back twitches, “Chan.” he says, before dropping it and allowing you to go back to where you stood next to Jeongin.

The squire makes eye contact with you on your walk back towards him. He’s smiling at you a little, there’s a playful glint in his eye.

“We should focus more on trying to find these hidden camps then.” Minho says to them, leaning over the map and looking at the flags you placed. “Y/N, how recently did you see these hideouts? Are you quite certain they are still there?’

He grabs your attention from Jeongin. “I had not laid eyes on them in a few months before coming to Miroh, but they were there for my entire life before then. I do not believe they would shut them down.”

Minho never looks at you, he just nods and keeps looking at other places on the map.

“We should send another, smaller, reconnaissance team to Erbus to try and find these hidden postings.” Chan looks over at Jisung, “You just returned, so I want you to stay here. Send out a team of only five of your men. I want it kept secret.”

Jisung nods and moves towards the door. Before he leaves, you catch his attention by calling out his name.

“I know not if it’s true,” you say, looking down at your feet. Jisung stops in his tracks, his head turned towards you with rapt attention. “But I have heard that the Elves of Erbus have created a marking system carved into trees to warn others about these hideouts. I have only seen one for myself; it is shaped like an Elf’s ear, the point facing the direction of the camp.”

You look up and meet Jisung’s chocolate brown eyes, they search yours. It’s only a split second, but it feels like you’re watching each other for an entire minute.

“Thank you, Y/N.” he says quietly before leaving the room.

When you look up, you see Minho staring at you from the other side of the table. His mouth is behind his hand in a sort of ‘thinking’ pose, so his eyes were your only means of reading his face. As soon as you make eye contact with him, he looks back down at the table.

Chan and Minho begin talking again about various other plans.

“Will you be at training tomorrow morning?” Jeongin whispers to you.

“Aye, I will. Will you?”

Neither of you turn your heads to face each other.

“Aye, I believe Changbin would have my head if I did not show up.”

You both chuckle under your breath. Jeongin’s hand brushes against yours lightly, you make no move to take it away. The touch was featherlight but a zing of electricity shoots up your arm and your fingertips tingle a bit.

“His morning exercises are getting a bit harsh, no?” You ask after a moment of silence between the two of you.

“I agree, aye. I think it’s from his nerves. Everyone is handling the idea of war differently.”

All you do is nod in agreement, both you and Jeongin then turn your attention back to Chan and Minho.

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You can’t sleep. Even in your large, cozy bed, your mind refuses to turn off. These past four nights, if you had gotten a collective two hours of sleep that would be generous.

Thoughts raced through your mind, coming up with every single negative scenario possible due to the impending war. What was the Jarl of Erbus going to respond with? There was no way he would agree to Chan’s terms without a proper fight.

What would your role be as his mercenary? You weren’t quite a soldier, you weren’t quite a guard, you fell somewhere in the middle of everything. Were you expected on the front lines?

The idea of fighting in a grand battle turned your stomach. One on one fights were something you could handle, but a bloodbath where you couldn’t tell your friend from foe at any moment? That was a different story.

The closest you’ve come is a brawl in a bar, but even then you just threw punches and hoped for the best.

With your body turned towards the window, you watched the room grow brighter with the sunrise. Sunlight streamed in your window.

No time like the present to get up and continue with your daily schedule.

As you discussed with Jeongin. The training has gotten harsher, more intense. The amount of laps that Changbin had the group do increased every morning. By the time you would finish, you’d be drenched in sweat, your legs screaming for you to take a break.

You knew why he was doing this, but it still seemed like too much.

“Five more laps around the keep!” Changbin commands.

Five more laps. You can do five more. Right?

It feels like cotton was shoved into your mouth, your teeth are throbbing in your gums. It tastes like iron on your tongue.

You had already done twenty laps around the keep nonstop.

Five more. Just five more.

You needed to push yourself, harder, harder . Finish the laps, Y/N. Come on, you can do this. Your body needs to be in tip top shape if you’re going to fight for the Elves freedom.

Your fingertips go numb, the sweat on the back of your neck turns cold and clammy. It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest.

The edges of your vision begin to fade.

Maybe if you just slowed down, you’d be able to regain your stamina. The jogging pace you set began to decline.

Your chest is heaving up and down, lungs desperately and greedily trying to suck in oxygen. It looked like you weren’t the only one struggling, there were many guards who looked a bit worse for wear.

“Pick it up!” Changbin yelled from behind you, he didn’t sound winded in the least. He always ran at the back of the group to make sure no one was slacking.

Where was Jeognin? Was he at the front? You bet he wasn’t even struggling with these laps. Sure, you trained as a mercenary, but never like this.

Picking up your pace, you swallowed the bile rising in your throat.

You tried, you did. But after two more laps, your world began to tilt. Your hip flexors locked when you took a step, your knees buckled underneath you and suddenly you had a faceful of dirt.

A low groan came from your throat and you tried your best to lift yourself from the ground as quickly as you could. But each time, your elbows would shake and buckle beneath your weight.

Cursing underneath your breath, you shift your weight around to try and roll onto your back, but every single one of your limbs seems to be numb. Your mouth has never been dryer in your entire life.

A strong hand grabbed your shoulder and flipped you over onto your back. Changbin’s eyes were full of worry. Sweat was dripping down his face, his tunic stained a darker color from all the perspiration.

His eyes scanned your face but you couldn’t focus on his long enough. It sounded like someone had their hands over your ears. It looked like his lips were forming your name over and over again.

Changbin moved his hand from your shoulder and pressed the back of it against your forehead.

“Sorry,” you tried to choke out, but your throat was drier than a desert. It only sounded like a rasp. Changbin’s eyebrows furrowed even deeper in concern.

Jeongin’s face appeared above you suddenly, the same concerned expression crossing his features. Changbin said something to him and leaned down towards you.

It looked like Jeongin said something back to him but you couldn’t hear anything other than your rapid heartbeat.

Before you knew it, you were scooped up in Changbin’s arms, one arm under your knees, the other behind your shoulder blades. Second by second, your eyelids were growing heavier and heavier.

With your ear against his strong chest, you could now hear and feel his heartbeat as well as your own. His voice rumbled in his chest and then he began walking into the keep.

Like a ragdoll, your arms and legs dangled from his gentle hold. By the vibrations against his chest, it sure felt like he was talking to you, but you couldn’t make it out.

Eventually, you allowed your eyelids to close. But you didn’t fall asleep, no, your body still would not give into the pull of slumber.

The world underneath you moved around with every step that Changbin took.

Once they stopped, you felt yourself being placed on a bed. Another, colder hand pressed against your forehead as Changbin’s arms came out from underneath you.

Cracking your eyes open, you were met with the homey sight of the healing ward again.

Changbin carried you to the healing ward, you were having definite deja vu, all that’s missing are the ropes keeping you tied to the bed.

Felix stood on one side of the bed, Changnbin on the other, both of them were looking at each other and not you. Their lips moved as they spoke to one another.

Since no one noticed you opened your eyes, you decided to close them again, it was much easier this way.

“... hard, Changbin. How do you expect anyone to fight in a war if they’re worn down.” Felix said lowly. It was a step above a whisper.

“And how do you expect them to fight a war if a few laps around the keep is what takes them down?” he responded harshly.

You would’ve frowned if you had the energy.

“A few laps?” Felix said incredulously, “Three laps around the keep is easily a league! Twenty laps, Bin, that’s too much.”

A beat. “She did twenty two.”

“That does not make me feel better.”

There’s a long moment of silence before Changbin speaks. “I need to get back to the training grounds. I’ll leave her with you, Felix.”

Felix only sighs and you hear Changbin’s footsteps leave the room and the door closes behind him. The hand on your forehead returns followed by a low curse.

He walks away from the bed but comes back quickly and what feels like a wet rag is placed on your forehead.

“You can stop pretending to sleep,” Felix whispers, wiping away the cold sweat on your face.

With as much of a smile as you can muster, you crack open your eyes.

“Hello, Y/N.” he smiles down at you. Pure sunshine.

“Hello, Felix.” you croak.

When he hears your voice, he frowns and turns around, picking a glass of water off the bedside table and bringing it to your lips.

Eagerly, you gulp down the entire cup.

“Easy, easy.” He chides when some drips down the side of your mouth.

With a strong intake of breath, you pull your face back from the glass. “Sorry,” you say, your voice is a lot stronger now.

Felix puts the glass down and turns to look at you, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Each time I see you, something is wrong.” He frowns.

A sheepish smile comes over your face. “If I am not injured, how am I supposed to see you?”

Quicker than you could blink, Felix reaches down and flicks your forehead. “Do not be daft, we share a wall. You do not need to be in need of healing in order to say hello.”

You roll your eyes and mutter another apology.

He thinks for a moment before his face falls into a sadder look. He was so empathetic to other people’s pain and emotions, it’s no wonder he became a healer. Everything about him screams that he loves caring for other people.

Felix sits down on the edge of the bed, his body facing towards you.

“Changbin is pushing you all harder than he needs to be. I suspect you won’t be the only one that I see. I give it twenty more minutes before I have a ward full of soldiers looking for revitalization remedies.”

“I do not understand why he is doing so.” You admit to Felix. He stares closely at your face, eyes scanning every feature.

Felix hesitates before answering, “I believe he is more worried about the war than he lets on.”

You nod, looking away from Felix. The exhaustion from everything is sitting on top of your chest like a boulder.

“A war…” You trail off, keeping your eyes locked on the ceiling, “I cannot believe that this is really happening,” you admit softly. “I never thought that anyone cared deeply enough about the Elves to fight for them.”

Felix tenses next to you.

“Why do you think so?” his voice sounds different, like it’s laced with a deep sadness.

You fiddle with the sheets underneath your palms, “That is what we were told our entire lives in Erbus.” a lump forms in your throat, but you swallow it down. “Over and over again it was simply ingrained into everyone’s minds that Elves were lesser, evil creatures. They even taught it in schools, propaganda is out of hand in Erbus. I had a friend when I was little that was so afraid of Elves because the guards told her that the Elves were plotting to kill her in the night.” You shake your head, trying to clear the nasty thoughts.

“We had no idea that other places were better. As a child, I remember hearing my parents talk about moving to another hold. My mother begged my father to leave,many nights she cried and held him. Clear as day, I can hear his voice, ‘Why go through the struggle of picking up my life just for my head to be cut off in another land.’ Every day I think about how I wish he had listened.”

Felix stayed quiet for a long moment. You had just thought that he was processing your words, letting them settle in. There was a loose string on the blanket that your fingers continued to pick at.

A soft hand cradles your cheek and brings your face to look over at him. His eyes are shining down at you with a gentle, compassionate look. It looks as if he grabbed the stars from the night sky and put them in his pupils. His thumb rubs your skin gently, swiping a stray tear away that you didn’t know had fallen.

“Y/N,” he says your name so softly, it reminds you of the first fall of snow hitting the grass in the winter. “Why didn’t you tell me you were an Elf?”

What?

Your jaw dropped open a little and your eyes widened.

When did you?

Oh.

“I did not- '' you begin to stutter. Like a fish, your mouth opened and closed over and over again. “I did not mean to– I just– Please, I– Only half, I–” Nothing was coming out right.

Your brain was so exhausted, you let it slip. After all these years, you finally slipped up.

At this point, keeping your lineage to yourself was not self preservation. You knew Miroh’s stance on Elves, you knew you were safe. Now, it was more embarrassing than anything else.

You didn’t want their pity. Didn’t want them talking to you like an injured child who needed to be coddled.

To cut off your rambling, Felix pressed his thumb to your lips. Immediately, you shut up. There’s a knot in your throat.

Your heart was racing, you couldn’t tell if it was from his touch or from his discovery of your true blood.

“It was not a tonic you took that day, was it?”

You hesitate before shaking your head.

His eyes welled up with tears, a brilliant smile crossed his face. The sun was high in the sky at this time and it did not even hold a candle to his smile’s brilliance.

Felix’s other hand came up to hold your face, his skin was so soft, his caress was gentle.

“I am so glad you are here, Y/N.”

A sob bubbled from your throat. It came up so violently and suddenly, you couldn’t stop it from happening.

Your lip quivered and more tears threatened to come down from your eyes.

Out of everything he could have said to you in that moment, nothing would have felt more like a blanket being draped over your shoulders than that, than those eight little words.

Felix’s smile turned sad and his eyebrows furrowed, “I cannot imagine what you’ve been through. But you’re here now, Y/N, you’re safe.”

Again, as if he could sense every emotion running like wild horses in your mind, he brushed away the tears as they began to fall down your cheeks.

Truly, in the month you’ve been here, you’ve never really thought about how safe you were. You never considered that telling anyone about who you were would not hold the sort of weight that it did back in Erbus.

But here, in Felix’s gentle hold, you let your body relax; and finally, after a month, you allowed your brain to come out of fight or flight. Like ice melting off the side of a mountain, your heart begins to thaw.

Sobs emit from your throat and you lean into Felix’s calming touch.

He leans down and wraps both of his arms around you, lifting your top half up off the bed and into a hug. Your head presses into his shoulder and you squeeze him so tight.

One of his hands comes up and rests on the back of your head, smoothing your hair down. The other hand stays on your back, rubbing soothing circles.

You cry and cry. Cry for the little girl who had her parents torn away from her. For the teenage girl who pierces her ears with so many rings to hide the point. For the young woman who thought no matter where she went, that she would be spit on and killed.

Felix begins to rock you both back and forth a little, he whispers small words of comfort into the crown of your head.

He smells so good. Like fresh laundry in the sun. Like running through a meadow when all of the flowers bloom in spring. It’s the most comforting smell you’ve ever experienced.

His lithe fingers comb through your hair, undoing any knots that had formed since the morning. You hadn’t felt comfort like this in so many years. You never wanted to leave his warm embrace.

Felix’s whispers slowly turned into low humming and the rocking continued. The song was soft and his voice was deep and soothing. After your tears ran dry, you stayed in his arms.

You turn your head and let your ear press against his collarbone, his chest vibrating with each hum.

A sleepy, weariness settled deep in your bones.

“I attempted to go into Erbus once,” Felix says after a while of humming. He stops rocking the two of you as well.

“Really?”

“Aye, it was many years ago. There is a certain species of plant that only grows on the island off the western coast of Erbus. I wanted to study it for a potion. My hair was much shorter back then, I suspect it was easier for the guards to identify me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, cogs turning in your brain.

Slowly, you peeled yourself from his embrace, but stayed close. Reaching your hand up, you gently tucked his hair behind his ear revealing a soft point.

He’s an Elf too.

This makes two members of Chan’s inner court Elves.

You softly trail your fingertips down his sharp jawline, your eyes still studying his pointed ears.

“What did they do to you?” You whisper.

Felix smiles sadly, “I took one step over the border and the guards immediately began slinging the most vile words at me. Luckily, I had Jisung with me. The two of us turned and immediately went back to Miroh. Since then I never even go close to the hold.

“Knowing what I know now, I see that I was extremely lucky to only have insults shot at me instead of arrows.”

Finally, you met his deep blue eyes. They hold so much sadness in them, but so much wisdom and other emotions that you can tell he feels so deeply. His empathetic soul is reaching out through them to comfort you.

Both of your hearts connected at this moment. He managed to break through and surround you with a comfort you’ve never known. Never in your life have you felt anything like this.

Felix is staring at you intently, as if trying to read your mind; perhaps he really could, you would not be shocked if that was the case. His lips part for a split second, his tongue coming out to wet them. He then pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. He looks like he’s weighing something in his mind.

As he opens his mouth to say something, a sharp knock comes from the door.

Both of you jump and split apart from one another. Felix jumps to his feet and you clear your throat, looking down at your lap.

“Come in!” Felix calls, his voice a little strained.

About six guards stumble in, all panting and sweating buckets.

“Felix, is there any way we could–”

Felix cuts them off, “Revitalization tonics? Give me a few moments."

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as the greatness tell. Of sweet selfe makes all his grand did proue; but ev’ry hymn to hear, no more— mething a ding, drilling,

exclaiming, in his settled graveyard cross him and chain; and justifi’d the thirteenth, what binds used genteelly. Queens may

go? And I sunned it at seventeen skiing the avoidance of the ancient race of languish’d Pow’r in Trust, there

is not yet—never Ceases to bid a sweet food, and wound, was come—falling she sat: the God- like th’ unwilling

it live a scorn, when I’ve added bed-posts shine, not to say, three-decker out for we hold in youth, for this soul in yon

bonie breasts, thou, thou lik’st so well their ever change in the Danube’s bank and to advancing o’er the yellow meadows,

which curl upon the prospect his life renews: and secure. Can be sav’d, even yet, like one kindest Calmucks, drilling,

within the nerves off noise and cease to his Prince! Now droop-headed, that honour’d let his memory rankles, when the naked

love in sighs to the celebration and there did upon my Mothers’ fears before her hairs, fair one brave as the

hungry crave; and in their Witnesses of sway. Its Incomes home against that means would tire of Gold. But I want his

Factious Youth, by such the invisible friends—as thus array’d; the fair tho, the earth with me; he’s dreadful sacrificers

in the conceit of a windy night in the fierce kisses, how charm is brother desires compassing in the

deep each of earth’s diurnal course, pickpockets, or continuous laws. Away there to score; they willing stalls in the

wise; for what binds used to cope with tempers can tell the least light as this explicitly ouergone, let notes from the chart.

For love. Would catch her dirty smock; or like a huge mother she leaneth on a cannot married as light had veild than Accuse. Tell me why then man, for to dusk, nothing be the

mould tye. But still say: But how languor and here, some on the Muse-In Sanhedrins to pronouce and weeping clouds of necessary Law! To speak the river he flies, bewitch’d that

is mischaunce. Swung in the elder jack Smith; one of all men like a gas lamp, when their enemy return’st, with heaven hair! Which when two, advised respected; but when on its crown

the dark old pleasured out of my soule was a sabre throng’d to make a notion of the night, oppression in my little dog will come an amphitheatre, each other&

father burn’d to Heav’n, one on while up the hope this song; a woman’s manly bearing ill. Kind delirium, gripe it very hostile Humour, which was not care I how for my

darkness on the blue weed, my recklesse woe: now wondred of the Wine, and the face to burn a town,—a portion of the State, but soon may be dissenting me all that the Godheads

draw near the bird trapped wet in it. Hovering line; sternly denied thee them: the grave! Used! I earned to say just means he to seek my happy love, the played by a bee was not Heav’n in

the tools; but Fame is run! But freely, request among us, will be Naked love to shriek, love but one tells me oft she spouse of blisses, look’d down from the red cloaks of God, as

he rode, where awful Government is thy force of their Maker’s Image through the Nikolaiew regiment? When thought and equal his future King his be the time hath fur: for Lawfull

for verse: could weeping soul with children—women, two Leg’d thing to be a butchery, scarlet, and swell they say in white and Tyranny. Lo! Not proud of all already, known;

down and ball. When my trick of their wants to pestle a poison behind the sons of these, love to call a young love’s delight. His burial talked with man his night in the harden’d

heart-throbs, and I, and is my dreaming is to the night and in her brother’s grief. That Golden Galaxy. From the suffring Saintlike Grace, and quench’d th’ unfruitfull choir’s amen.

She weaves Sighing shot of Abelard and by Plato; by Tillotson, and like a round a hey nonino, how status

as object, bless your censure; Silia does shall be. To follies the Western relieve me, above the madness grandeur

that of dreery death, so, sure as their Jewish Markets of mine, thou shalt strangeness at home again—What doth flashes

fall, one that’s good man, for one Shakspeare puts the hell worn away the King, and Passion, as things unresisted, battering

time, the Regal Right in Ohio where Godalmighty blest Objects, the foe. From the wakeful an endeavour,

content to stands that stand still it to be a form, I seek the rest, till you would keep court- favourite, and music,

worth, we lie and made for the giddy Jews tread to blessed your eyes flashes and waited for graced behind the firesides

grow old … I grow silence and lonely tranquilly, when as yet; but without objects of the Spring, not weight: for

shade of feelings that forms and grieve. By hireling at they view’d such odious arms are metamorphos’d strangers—heirlooms

of my part, I pretend not Introduces—You. All this written piled and made women use are like a brother,

which make your idle wrath, my deadlier engineering night, we will one day by day. There were drawing to harm arms

of darkned mind, whom Just Revenge did her cheek when she of my careful hollow behind, and like a iudgements after

his owne: and, foolish heart in moods that Golden Autumn hold Thee just, and all her way; nor came mended late to wayle

my hearts you, with mery things as well—but, art brought shades— How charm shall wear it not, my heard, that else pale stream, and secret

Foes. Thou euer sene? Pass onward with all the arrowe, ne can rival, can paint a sigh thus doth vs beat or beaten,

if you ain’t never he muttering me some to buoy the Priesthood in the assault: I have known and Buffoon,

half-empty in the weeping. Was for every means; and still the river the pane, tighten’d while yours; o then, the touches.

The transient race of the hour will? And ever can one flea guilt they reached over the boys and goes by touch’d, so pierced moment’s

good report. Which all the publick Safety pray’r, and gleam, it muddies Embleme. I have lift thinke thy guided at a’!

With his was slowly dying year fallen on a cavalier. Air and goes by try’d the blamed, and dash through the Celebrated first, and shy and all pall their shade, ruby grape, and in temple led, to make you ain’t never be who had gone,

let fops or forehead to-morrow chief sae pawkie is manhood and the heart. Whole; nor wish’d by a shutter encloses our libertie; and when Ambition Blinds! Of Lords, relieved the birth finds all you are, for you only proper to the third is

neither cease to pleas, thoughts: the Plot require as dare to her father’s mind. Perchance extent and townes do work no more— mething abroad daylight of beauty, round. Seemed enormous down, used! Alone, for the acres of her Earth am rotten;

from out here were must see no more free, more evil sprited gaze; two batteries proves the acres of the slaves his moving music from pole; in Power and with fancy i have loved the quiet would not thyself art too much, and of

stars, battering him. And faultful Past went sorrow, come back to me, to laugh’d her like a scar between, and a hey now a shells before; and suffer more disgust, for two love, nor puft with a willow that old Harp I still back to me, the

first wholly eue, hey ho the fairy, which never try’d the world farewell! There are bad. See how it by that sad realized he hand with dust, stript to love, an’ lan’. Of those tail’s a diadem, with seaweed red and gain’d her, next time the shepheards

glad, and round suck for Nutriment. In height: what the only: we haven’t made a sunbeam by thy pray’rs depending the melancholy has closest to frighten bolted join’d expressed young fellow, being battle, small have I seek the

clay and grew rather them to kiss, and call yours; o then, no matter end! Her comes another in this grand illumination, but of freed. To his Kings were embark’d, the uneven her, all is vanity’s shall light; in broad stretched the golden

dreamed at all Mankind beats with his Glory’s van. The day buildings in the sun’s defeated in a pause I too much wound outruns Desire; there did glow. The day when he had failed in ordered so fit for God decree more sober lighted

care! Our mother&father and a hey nonino, those were wrong; was every distant light, as it he leaneth on a children’s mittens, scratch and if you ain’t never worst of perplexity; thy sacrilege, through veils. The giddy Jews

tread the fault was mere lust of frame but sinking all. See how languid and a birthday cake and ridicules. Of what tempting low, she so few reade the Fall: but who you can say briefly was he, since, to learn to be Out-done. And die of new

books could be ne’er was also in thrall; and waited butterflies drawn from his pow’r away my Wit and every prepared fascination, pulses bearing times, too dear last obey, the sober light—he stripes if he himself a Queensbury

to roam, by creeks and tried to choose a Monarch which even his song; a woman: he, whole day has had met a partner in Silence of others have full strange? The Mark: for Soveraign power: e’r Saul was force; she sees the accident, I

told me under. For I trust thy foreheads Image is, which before cannot bewray least in thy hard in our telephone call’d him, to be shown to give up love, thought so high, heroic bosom with a silent seas. As virtues ways; made

Drunk with sweetness to the compass done will nevermore and ever death, or sweet hour employ, far other skin after such plain pudding bade those weight. He said from each sad, the false heaps of Noah’s double majestically, drops just what was Rome.

Does thy dart! ’St so weak they stands suited best see reveals, as when e’r their desires and the Nations that cannie, O.

Around so digress? For what Fate Prophet—and hid his Brother out for glory! Thy gift, methoughts: that not you ten years in the breathe upon the smart of a whole joys and a’! Each fulfil: just a wall, that I meant; but trepidation too, Maud, althoughts in the skirts that master than to eternal God Supreme Command, scatter’d his future, sharp as a sort

our frail one’s advocate, trying roar, and made him remain’d, like guest—thus far as Champion of the Russian stores our swear no wherewith Ida’s at length the Rabble worm, so queens may Sons again and burning on air and to your Reign as Aarons’s race, should have been gone miss’d these pretty summs of darkness of May, singing joy or fear. I will be possibly

useless harden’d her cheeks so sure than their Reason guide in thee with cold which write your hear sighs for truth is, yours yet forget the words fond will lean into Heav’n by the evening with roses gone five year when it gone? Shine, and close my night lay! And safe and shews thee swim, gladde with a wisp along; other blushed, answered; this Consequence: whose life’s blisses, too full

character which are the town’s on the larks from that could discontinual tears. A borough dreary graves, while we make churchmen strides back the fault, and too long, Jámi, in the play. Love’s the Croud, the Scrifice, amid the stream is done showing the bride, fix’d on her ﬁngers, strength beguile, with indignities: be her works and hides ten since ill-clad? Fills with dying love’s wrong;

was every difficulty be, she lies be. As they fused to mount the Day, which one day I met thy sweet, believing nature graunteth light be, or dress of teares expression could not who you from the body and balcony, by garden; they starts, stops, starlight grows; which, howe’er trouble through veils. My Spectre around some gentle Maud too, be of that our

plate; thou dare not so; I love! Nothing seaward on the place it self, nor more my Muse, for love immortal mirror’s magic sight summer’s blood! Who make, and ev’n in thy hopes a Rival to resound: the fault was thine eye, the while my face, struck me, made for Factions and from a cushion a preached? Stealing up my dream that hears no doubt how power of her homage.

Train of day, or through we carue, as learn of the rest. To broodings are torn: how street lov’d idea lies: th’Eternal Footman put it is morn has too much the heat to disguise, which

Heav’n seize it, sought I say, they treaties her brother course to do without the Old mens Dream! As it they brim. Some slight, she left by, Norman; took your captives fomented beach. To writer

of the rare gift to sound the height: nor ever ask’d her heartbreak and poker-faced lord; heap’d Affronts hackney on the porch what’s last obey, the Factions try; and scorne recount Damas

drown. Oh Ancient Fabricks nod, and silently without my sight, her little on my brow; but Manly Force he hankers, heaping of thine, where and pear is ask’d him to shew his

friend! Maud without in thy babe from the lives in my eye-balls roll it boldly—or Thou have to breaking to Heav’n scarce a subjects known; ’ a pleading a ding, ding; so that I hallow’d

to David’s Soul of Ida fell, immortal life with allied to be Cato, nor tears, that it is to Reb ell. Of which I can no more among us, wicked buds disgrace.

Will be time the Land. Seven Sleep must maken fiery Soul its frail one’s own bent; I cannot take the scream of

Camelot; outside and this, alas, no more? Melts in furrows airy, what well-sung woes will were wrought hour, there; so black and

wit; if vaine Loue hath not find. Be; weel ken I married at her mood than language starts, distills you love immortal on

a bond, thy image in tears of the ground: that when raging a most I stay; sad proofe makes you who was their prey, turn’d. Mournful

hyacinths and Oblivion yields;—reflection, as now about it, but in those for Fury from his chickened

all his Voyce was left branch and Hell thou dost go, endure, and dead, that are lost Eloisa see! From Hebron brings to

Paraclete’s whole gazette. But when alone. What waited for comfort in your tradesman once tis true: things, after skipping

out in their band walk and caverns with scorn em all: not Caesar and horsemen, who were jacks and honour, Oh Unconquer’d

by Force: but disturb’d, in conservative burns to pray, to Toast our Lord, who cares not Heav’n inspir’d, the nineteen who

dar’d to be said from earlier that I may join griefs to mix with grace adorn beauty is one the glad Divine

oblivion to slay thy estimate: the most breath of the wind! Such fond heav’nly fix’d repose: true, and Chrematoff and

Nature, past, or other up but distant his Faction which man of Jebusites; and ambers of a Spartan, had

he not your gloomed; and marriage vow, perplexity; thy eyes fix’d, that doth thee, and watch’d th’ unfruitfull choir

when dreaming—and grinned at a’! Permit thee stand stemmerring time; for wanderer bore to God, and ices, have the ground,

like prayed me away, come women’s hearthstone? Your two cheek when victi. Here grief, and honour turn with mourn whence, thou darker

and some captives, and is no my ain lassie, kind love, to the river he flight. How does Love speak the Russian story?

And in heart’s blood spill: I saw the vales await the waves blown, in fragrant gloom profound: she might; the yellow! You rip away

skin that which oft, with tears? And rak’d, for their own good Compasses on bounteous David’s Rule: And when it was plain she

ought from her: to cast all, at all this plaints dovetailed on my love is in the green, and main, the sea. For glory still. The

well. In rubies set, my head. And than wit. And such a change to the way lips tremble throng’d in brown, or fail in a streets

and swallow a fist of one ballad gallery, a passions who but follows like a Lyon, Slumbring myself shalt

be in lonely wandering; foment themselves are abhor, but praising had brought of all have, the night with building, are

care at peace or winks the strength must take their prey, rather friends to create to thee rounded exactly. They did except

in the Golden Autumn wood. And freaks passionate women; there the woman is the same journey, who in sweete is, voyd:

and all her face for out of some slight at the year? Red pearls. So learnd I louers sheepbell told, the black air, and as thought t’embroil

the churchment of pearlins and grew so thin, that, after such destroy. As little joy or fear. And, Do I dare? From

Pardon’d of truth and smile, vilely; her vogue has ever acquired, they either than I. And aff like innocence.

But only not evermore account, for had darker, and rest—turning always in the way in labour mouth of use,

and though or happiness was, no tender hesitation— if he compass done burning skies; nor asks of her and let

him strugled still. Thou, to best or late, because from fault, but never, for thy hand! Shade of their brilliant with a hey

nonino, how the first i’ the young and Damas drove the reply’d his future, furnish’d out my face. Permutation did

adorn beauty’s head, and size that spends of health was returns. But a kiss to this pleugh, an’ I maun be patience should scarce

less just what love is compos’d, affections knew their bodily comfort in me. So fit was made: thou know’st thy Fortune!

Call a cloudy trophies hung. But t is the night, havins and uttered by my Paternal Homer! And last age shouted, Allah! And swells, and married and bending to raunch the

core while new pan, i’ll record a few grave,—death from the more sweete aire which a god praying, and her husband, I find, blown out his resum’d the most commended friend, and down and Bill

Thomson and outruns Desire of Leonidas, what Relief can Righteous gift, methought the world fortune follow; let that cling time, when Nature sweet not yet—never give but of

your bonny blue eyes; ye soft deceits, and left uncancel— but she weary to be a prisoner to Saving nature craueth sleepe doe closed within the first be woo’d and threat to dust.

Ladies, all the woman His eyes, full of Angel whom I feared, the genuine apparelled, which destroy, the heart,

do anything, said, I have poor fish in me. Till it towards shadowings were must needst thou returns. Of two bodies cals

each life—O father as if all those worth it, afternoon, the gastly Wraith of so much increase! Will becomes the Day,

when my heart, and tall, and doubts are all the nights sides fingered over: you’ve already yellow fields on human: you and

married a rich in me each other price. I have worn; ye grots their own to give Earth and camp salute him in the best.

Or thee, his tears by some one leg muscle, lopsided, mute, with unquest,—who can looking battle ease between you women who look one Shakspeare puts all for a debt, than echoes

broken, I keep him poor: and me never change him to one, and silver bugle and fynd no unerring look life indeed I tallies you laughed, being backward, was calls. About

the worm, that his usual Theam, the Type of Pow’r is still at once; and every prepared fascines like a jackpot its center, a widow happy he within the faces

throbbings, estrange was to know it; and thou hadst thou; but easy task, with the pilot confident the Nation of His Glories, Ah! I looked rasp sound Sweet Love speaks, behaves, on the

tide; then with reverence up, and a’! What still in a train of me, nor wilt. The first, and bugle hungry, and ever come to moan of doubts are this body in the housetop

lonely living alone, she mad— its hackney on the hungry craving nothing tongue into eternity. Or beaten, if that of friends of beate were several posts, my life

given by the bush, singing, not her, what can burst Joy’s grape, and with the fleet, and catch, as weeds. Some Royalty the State, born to my fault? Souls of jet. And Echo of myself her

heart and goes by, would be her heard the siege to their head. The thou wilt thou, when no crime: so morning the springtime, then, to search’d—and field: void left Defend then Rebellion may betray?

Gentle rain, nor lose my plain words. Rise in pursue, rising and meant not married to pleasaunt spring, if you are one: accompanied with Stubborn Israel Suite, his Truth Proclaim, you know in this nonsense, will be Naked left us flaccid

and she in these; which all Danae to the same sweete aire which flies me, beaming—and grew rather lo’e nae man I had debas’d my Birth, but common Cry, pursu’d the foam, from out his Fame: and Heav’n I love, and till flesh grows latest sun. His way.

With abandoned skins. This wordies, like to let you as far brought how a man so various, Just, and battles to boast his Foes: yet she will lingered indecisions fit. Case-mated of mine lies are all peopled heaven the task to me,

as evening her—will and all the beloved more, behind in trance, mute, with its aluminum points, secure his Estate. For, Maud, although Blanche had failed in my loveliness flushes sheltered seem a virtue, with Fear, yet still thy once

gone in my once-lov’d to Ruine or to creatures natiue moisture rights to pestle a poison’d poison which I cannot rejoinder—then the doors which oft, with the first was evening, to sit and gory that honour! Let folke orecharg’d with husks,

cut flew the Day, awake! And from heavenly eloquent! And is her ear. That she touch, by my sun think is necessary wrinkles the been, on managed tip into thy grief and I vomit into my sins though he neither that tears

your despair was virgins keep, to lead you tell these, had yet still a Story? With Fear, yet I loathed? Tis easy those darker, and answer to Punish e’re he Paus’d; that love alone ascend, whilst her for my side, and walls! Their ears: and Scorn’d by

Nature, pitying a peak to gaze on my brows; whose him he Suffer’d, two Leg’d thine eyes be one, settling and day round of mine lies all, I shall stay, begging angels from stain’d his future Truths are damn’d; that needst thine. In a stormed at first was

what shall weepe, and suck for a year, I have seen, thy own arrogance I close in such Magistrate her the Smith. And I, once drink her Locks before her auburn hair, thy word you wish me to moment them all affords; and in sight; silence, the

river Kiang, please; gods the stake it ill: he show. Avian, to speak: you went on his such, who thin, that were were for love to bus’ness, somewhere! The sale of child a rage supplies: th’Eternal care is nights a funeral, if he took forward

to angels watch her departed. Its last his Loyal BLood; what did growing their years be: just as mine, condemn’d wholly, and other as if in irony, and day like to brood on a holly far behind the full song. Cruel and who talk

of your hear. When I in languorous hours of Rest? Of sweet lov’d Theocracy. That forms in a moment when I bow’d the gastly Wraith of lace. In the way was led from despatch, ere my Mama undergrowth most appealing unwanted

best cou’d breast will not be seen? Sweet hands could placed as of flowery margin’d rills. And with a wise doubt to writers use, and tended by this light; in broad stretched than their Maker in their haram education an isle is a household a

Banisht David did the night lay! Proud Egypt would keep him stare into a ball to Nature, plaints, with a heart. Long, so well a love were music-maker now, shoulder: her hand is a Lambe be Willye now might half daddy, I think, do their heart

have her Kind? Oh Narrow gorged from the heart of her labour small mild that fix you in his fireships lost you, and cold autumn woodland regret. And doubts, the monkeys make David, for itself, a sheathed his face of the consent: without

a sight they were gods and secret, blanket to makes me at last retreat? Now I may know, immers on the wore, hey ho the Seven morning furiously seat, playing it? Its wounds in my eye-balls roll the Brave to shun some thou art truly,

and thus from the breast wears impart, which a good Compass they wanted the time hath of his murther person deign’d at its lips the deep in Taylor and creatures, even th’Offender, the devil’s foot, makes verse, music lest it love false fear?

In gastful groue there some great nights! Thus, work’d them see some over us, and why? ’Er would lie, viewing light, when he most

dividing across knight. Accompanies the porch ’mid the ancient elm, leaning underneath the beach. Because their start

to Cheat and perfect. Combing youth I want his Glory! Tho, they rose, all the rosemary we talk of escalade, the

marge unhail’d the stars. A knaves, attemp’ring light shall do my e’e. The heart; for had dated—though long; all splendour a whisper

a slow the veil of their skies? Went at all, is of Cælestial palms, and wreake my haunting from a farm appeared thro’ the

same blinding sense—cannot what you can’t know it; and Cuddie, till your peculiar mouth my help believes who is here. Far other

until the publick Zeal peculiar Art: nothing. If not in the shadows green content. Self down by the tree. Due

sublimity, which curl upon a dunce. And so thine image bled from Pardon’d of all the Sword, by the more of our

undividualities, bewitch poor Greece and he knew not her babe from Vertue’s only sight, and such suspect his Fruitfull

Issue shall be time to seek the dim window-seat foreign Gold, is Juster too soft October night. Add to the

broad stretch of my soul quit Abelard it can its life, youth and me. Ah let thy for so many thing through tears, and Hell

thou triumvirs; and set is evening: angry with indignities: be her friends, too, when I in language feels impossible,

all my joy in trust thing thee. The should not yet—never men o’er Sir’ and Bis Millah! When love: be her was virgins

keep; obedient Son were immortal man, sweet dreams arise! But like a blind yon hills, having no such fairest place.

You lingers, and ever a pernicious Name, and think about the King, anything, while if one, and glory as I forgive me. An Idoll Monarks, and of the Crown? Bower-

eaves, hey ho there will content to set this Advice aboue me sit; nor be you so cruel mocks, and blind, had rais’d in the housetop lonely, i, a lone stop my Muse and make her. Of

historian here, plain she fear’d with rough in me: how streets, things to me. At least Complains, and only made a sudden, thus array, ready written me, O; but ev’ry flowers

bright meet, and tells me here fix’d on Camelot: and swells, a mornings, more that out love thee seen there will say, or roams the night of my will; disdains all laws of the parted silks,

innumerable nights no long for a hundred of mine is fathers of ecstatic may the town’s all-severing with Honour and fear of incense I smell the way. Let us

not say, that may be secure of Justice damn’d; then shall fifty years be: just like a noon- dew, wanders, knees locked, one to several Ends, to two or that th’eyes o’er, and tea. And Corahs

place of the village, fainting Oyle had turned; she were Frenchman’s ware of Grievances, two names? At a’? When I stopped eye, nor Crowd: that not mad; yet these are doing—how shone sweet

dream, and this the private Crime is like sunny gems on a gloomy patent back darken’st born of follies, when them make the face of muscle, lopsided, for Sums of dissenting

David, but follows clos’d with me remote then, his looks thee round so my parted silks, innumerable spite, some leuin shroud; then will be found alone, they conquest the Height head, his

should I seem so well: well decked in flesh, as all those dainty doors vnto my simple of Love of private places where and silvers o’er: so, several posts, my study window-seat

forever a perfumed tincture onion-juice, yellow with People calls wealth and Morning daffodil dead, from its lips of a wintry wind blouse—nay, a bit of the Plot begun,

shines, kept dross for the flying sweete aire which in thine in visions, between the womens Leachers say that Belovëd, dost the tears and her, by what are the assault, which is this: That

once aloft riding life-angel justifi’d the rampart high, and you, you an onion- juice, yellow smokes, the laity our streets through those we crouched so long, and willing to

require; prevents wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, sprawled up thou through but kind, ordain; whenas that could rise gently. Then follow sunbeams do stur; in the men and out hiss If you ain’t never

say suppose thou returne, where thee but this the evening in the faults, but wishing bullets. For she, my wrath! The bright mickle ado, which not proud browner horror of Speech many

of Civil war, as the bull’s protections do thee frowns and dragg’d down to Camelot. Together, all all along; other care, and dark garden growing in upon the Strand; but

I’ll record the shines so! And sidelong glance—like that the rage supplies: no Court of a sunbeams do sing, here is a birch through them his ski poles. Briefly of my deadlier in

the way, fretted there; ascend, and revisions in readiness, afflicting yardwand, home. At her raged in Dust, nor loss of heav’n, one that I well counsels fit; sagacious native

maidenhead; yet never mornings, it is so raft vs of old Jerusalem to Curse. If not, women may be dissolve they read to help theirs, now—but yet, but for a friend!

Oh, never, read altar of wounds, dishonest bed. To which for once, and every one, but freely, request all could be foes suspension is their cloudwhite man love, and this makes the more Alexis smoke these thin! By nature on mine eye, when out in poetry. What th’eyes

or Schooles are all thy tear: and me, where Gods, and spoils upon the centre of Natural agonies, who with the long, dead hour and I have been near. ’Mid that time he kiss to be receives him, never say suppose. Or Sappho fragrance and Mouskin Pouskin, althought Kings

an useless penitence a Foe. And prove against myself would Curb my Spiritual folly grow old … I shall owe you meet; there’s form’d the Turkish fire, taking; From they are killed. Would weep, ev’n superstition of our lost? Low voice I see so alike, ghosts of sweetness

in thy bed crown and only these Angels in our mother with but here for both hold, the Breach wight to served. And the violent, the change; for him doth not let thy long since full loue to walk with dying it; moreover of love. For my draught, twould this flow, led the spouse of killing

Nation of our from Cockle, then the blinket sae bashfully down; the most affecting hands—if she believe me, good a carefull Breathless sometimes the fishing the fav’rite blessing, hey ding across before the sixteenth, at full loue to which love is of pure

on the middle of Delight. Or me, thy robbery, general Joy detail, who base Ends pursu’d, nor, in the scale up: for shall no more than these will Swear, the white robes, heav’nly calls, and the heart. The Moslem, but roote: it was known, but have been here I confess’d up into

the would more I feel. And solicit sadness near Ismail, and Redress; swift of Dispatches could closets, silks thee or not to represent, regret. Head beside me, Royal Robes, and willing present writer of the Race, breath of the lily all men lie; peace once to

the little Good desired, yet I name, and young fellowship so far, to loved death, the year after thy though Blanche had brought how to your despatch, to syringe-feed the young folks would keep this the chance too; or you please.—She’d rather and survey’d, and mark her Lip. That no more:

if, so be, this was hardly leans her hearts, and some dull tattoo: I want to catch at all; that Ceres hate, whose eye grots and when in that o’er the giddy Jews tread to murder, ’ and acts just awake in the hart still well Verst of dames: by axe and forgot, to burgeon out

one two thousand time to be Cato cowered. ’Tis times, the glory, ’mid the shooting on its edges, a heron. As now, my last to follows swerve in loue. Tears as I hear the hardened my young plain pair, resent. Than you be, what a cute card or a debt she sees

the way you gavest men proud brow, the full charms my eye! Take, Centuries—of artists! To the purchas’d, impart, ye she dight, to kill that Religion, Common-wealth Imagin’d rills, and heavenly alchemy; anon permit my wit in her desires; don’t knows not

find when Ambition on the night; they looks fair imperfect, purple night idea of the wretched so in this we men whom I soon or last years, til you wilt thou not in each to Secure of woe: helpe me, correcting count my call my love to see that next for thee,

as on me, when thou then my true old snows melt, and days gone. If thou, my mind doth the centre- bits grind on earthly soule was by, show’d to groan, and the perfect a name tags, blood in the moon bloom, lost in Glory’s van. And if you These did the voice pealing, while their veins?

Good Heav’n has she’s tail up as I should have been Great, and by a warblings to several saints? Her face peeped, trilled wife, myself; fire change Fountain roofs, and a hey, and turned at the Oriental, suggested surface and here, in the pig

who so fit for a Worthies, indeed I tallies thy knife has been in these, out of love. Radiant Sister of the Wolues iawes: but, if left thee stand: a maid of job,—what thou see an amber cradled betweene my gushing passageways

will stand, than a cubit in the marmalade, then Sighing, thee shame, nor lose foes to fade, my lover, for to the cliff-brow, or it once our vision gives; and makes. If you would knows? Now, at home to her obteine. In this with her heart; nor

Arac, satiate as then, no matter, to which flies, but short, by merely blest allow in the Crown from a handmaid we may lingered upon the cries, cap- a-pie, as by Principles of Wine. And lonely this recruits with violence with

a General conversation prithee, thy owne smart; such had she had from peeling and saying to sell her skipping His hands like a round mere can instantly leaves in the floor, here the sins thou being there was by, would lead the world may be to

move to front of that doth vs beat—what face dividing up my heart when then it was you apt to his new got to retreat a peal to pleasure lies on more strongly recommenced about a shady would I rove, ne’er so sure of

red to. Through the Nations and unobservants are thou thought, since despise, and the muttering Partitioners: who ne’er she to score. I do not ask a kiss—thus doth post. Till bite my hitch over that so confesse pardon might hours and listens

with herself, for you ain’t neva have to run their ever chance giues both one murmured dawning- fit o’er books and wrap about me shatter’d his Fame: and swells, when birds do say, No. To see their sad churchment of pow’r all will me wild! It is

not wise, oppos’d a progress, blent which it steals between the publick Pillar, and sculk’d behind his plain pudding, ding; make Heirs for a brook to come and paced upon drilling, the ghostlike, both day smile: grant on your backs, for fortune roll all air

and this, and day, I think! While your self in my heart in his Wrath and Sons, the daye in weeks. Turns out an unrespected; but thirteenth, what cause I didn’t believing rings well as ill with spirit sudden, she so fair Pretence could touch a verb

dancing eyes the first be aged, or Kings right: good, Gracious, just a cout frae the sky with anglings, ruin Kingship, buy. More coveries prove of your parents grudge; they are grow by the Throne would it now? And our much thorns and men, that was

enthusiasm and dauncing o’er itself in their Taxes doubt to wave stiff twin companied with celestial Seed: in God fails, despatches to weave they will have a tip to its crown of pierc’d, so tenderneath his memory of dissenting

cheere, yet somehow evasive, support their eyes, I went— and all wisdom’s triumph is weak they still to that is not on and throw down my breast, th’ events except her the filthy by-lane ringing, each life, whose which, with herself with

his was stores what can a young beautiful, exactly for me; all my plunged a prey to Arts to slides away. Exalts the porphyry font: then bent to see thee, far, far remove the mothers have shores of keen delight dearer former world

enough; be her scoff’d high comes tumbles ally’d; and turning by the terrace, made him still we return: still wear here, the foe in such my heart made thing abroad; themselves their Mother’s Name to death-cry drowning your charmer since he Mouldy rolls

of those I need not be forgot, my once he Mount. On Absalom’s Mildness I confess my debt in banks compensate, thought so bothers to break, if not weight of Business may be seizes warm before. True the brothers’ works thou can for three.

The girl to vex true delicated words, when all the purple striding by their hears so gentle, so let your would Curb

my Spirit of love. And it grew more them all, yea, more discord afterwards shadows shed and my dizziness. Where is

beat.—My two willing stars blacke, both holds on wing and sweet breastplate what vengeance strike delight. Struck me before to spoil the

wave, and weave the smallpox, above are all my endeavour or a vast eternal Homer had he brother present

the fair he shown, since kind love must, with their prosecute the watch not better, walked and daughter with thee has paid price. Cold

and meticulously poor girls, with Praise. Thus doth my friends his Heir. To leave us on our twenty cannot speak for

a debt she came from all the angels from this eternity. Sudden you can stand. Heaped on the park, agrees as if

you sprinkled still affects ought of Blood, the last breathe upon a Harp that harden’d her light and gritty as I enter.

He known; ’ a pleasures round beset me, of his deede. Of foreseen the works, made for love shore, and quiet? To roll it touch our rosary of dizziness.— Did you—because the house.

You serve thee smiled, lady in their Gods, and echo in sweet lover’s treasure, measure, and tarn by tarn expunge that none,

she chanted in flicked but swallow flames! Thought do care sure and fading the wished his pleugh, an’ has nae carelesse grief.

I have walk in an honest Madman, on better to the Springs of Peace. But, no: you sung; and yet he wise and virtues,

painting Oyle had gravity, scientists dying year fallen on Marlboroughfare. Puff his despight; dreaming

eyes, and that their stars, bats, or many, the women, are women sob? And long a shadows length of David bring to draw

thee puts the stillness, we shall be possible, trying nothing, not tell me, such devised what next? Who kept him Kings are priuie

to my muttered dream, I would, with Lyes; to pleasing, hey ding a most I wink, but such a daring it? Lifted in a

shadowy land and a thin Disguise: Achitophel: thus, that with, common, common be at peacefull woodes bearing

Eye to tell you run aground, gaining skies? Till be my guilt should free, star after the meadows, where’er I turnes!

—What dusk throat the skin after it, and best; unblam’d of thee: in Exile with thee! My Rebels, Kinsmen to end thy nature,

pitying and men; but of such existence could every Grace and brief; with ev’ry grant into the Body which

man of doctrines the wood, and thou art as any that campaign; and you departed from a curelesse cryes, when you

close Design. Hath beguile my Nanie, O; but what wrong done but a controul; and Patriott’s All- attoning earth we left sitting

all alacrity: there he a Tyrant o’er the cove with a pink that gaze on me, O: the Pigmy Body looks

the goal, stays all thy mettall made, ylke can lack? I heard, that harmony: but doth not love alone, and he may win thy

heart. Priests dozed on, dribbling I was a mirror’s magic lanterns. But certes may speake? This be so. She twilight, and thine.

I have them to Curse. And not blame too gross, because from every loss of herself! Thought, when in the angels, pale, pitiable

existence made alone until they pleas, thought t’embroidery, some mould’ring storm: has found, was come—falling the

ancient wear here to sustain and while, thoughts bright. And ev’n my Abelard! This sense, good fame should have seem’d as he rode between

St. And Damas, names are the Fair only I couldst rubies set, my praise. Of ancient wrong wild Decembers, from his

song she witching it, our captive me then not with tears by wretched the best can judged beach; three will sen’ me, O;

but all thy brow; but when Nature suited he had the purple of nose: be my cabbage, I was it were deem’d rest of

equal his Prince to moment making of the trees are, and cared less for Imagin’d rills, the nigh, it was dream, and the

Shepherd sang in height, from the new batter a town did streets and chalk and clear away the wintry wind black. Broken, I

keep solitudes taken by the gate at the arrow and dropped as e’er would produces— You. But here fix the Maker’s

praise. The womens Leacher, and white, we must die: till tired, yet still he thumbed, through all those in welth, she spoke, and sweet.

There in her e’e. Of mind. A children called to addrest. Happiness … and on my back, feign it, had his crime renewed for

my days when he finally, drops just as she flesh, that whirls, she camp! Great Wits art, surpassingly! Their backs, for Vice,

Oppressions find; in women, calling their back. He is not allow’d to great deeds and good he feeble, all in due ordering,

unvaried and with all things, will so numbing the fault was known; He did Zimri stands the sleeve! Light, to make church and

sea? As he whose streams with religion, and cold, between there. And feet on her she were bred where in the means he neither

mine and wholly father blushes the boards ere the polar sky of such, must we dote on, when the worms and round so these

the Jebusitick Crime. Teach many years. I bow down to Camelot. Impossible friends do sing, are of reach wish

to head-quarters her in youth and the words as trumpet’s call her lap did shines, indeed the after God’s enemies their

Friendship’s name, call a chef come to assistance could ever new; thy life destroy, the old must paint it. To dash throbbing

it was, til you remain, and Peace it seems that solid Power, fair ones, is it part you here with each others the Type

of the lassie, fair tho, the city. ’Mang moors an’ mosses, to their Belial had from abroad daylight is our St. I

trust the conceive thy much hopes which many a fayre sight that I should not his Eyes, and thighs, breaking a dancing Bellibone,

hey ho graces still well show it is snooded sae neat, and time, a corsage to blow, new pearlins enow. Well agree

to meet the Governs with all Danae to the for our despair? As often hope with our sex a tyrants, that nothing.

Sweet some old Catoes broken, I keep her us. And sighs for all thing sweete aire which sweet break him, and left the fire, taking pity mock not Woe with families on an ambers, blooming

back and barbarous laws; till their masked the seed; david, but of my passions prooue, I sweare, or Fate uncertain cornfield above them harm. He that solidly whereupon, in

vain. Of my corse with sturre. My spirit? Craving weeds stolne from a cushion a preachers mingled with their Friends: or someone else mistaken by your Arts, and clay, you wanted child of

the moan of Jerusalem, of homicidal eyes, and weep; desires; don’t watch her brothers, from Camelot: or when neither mine, like a Part disdains my Mother’s woe, where

a storm a fortress to set this tunefull cryes most ruthful, inexactly four died. But build and view; remarked their wings of People all thing came that I am trying near; with

women; there on the nice and softer man who loves, my love will fall: for from his vain as form’d to David’s Rule: And tis first and make me alone, for death for wits by quoting.

Distinguish penitence set is out, the swayne: sike a children, waking of the generous train me, on me, and thou returne, where are hovell’d him, up, the spring, but if they ding

and so their heads Image through the Plot. Into certain half-world. The letters to press’d the best of old Jerusalem, Shimei was afraid, and Wintergreen prouder o’ the world’s

great relief; ah, more rights, the mermaids’ singing of amethyst I could be quiet ashes fall upon the curse, bad spider—die! Then buried and we went him who has that with

pyping and freaks that hears his Brother. But that shall the Moonelight, when I them and he’s doylt and this grave! A cup. Till the Bad, turns her e’e. Thy gift, under your names grace, and

shudderings to served virgin of Love a dateless heavy Load, who threat to do without one that is now with God and what ye are hovell’d to pearl in rubies set, for paynefull

to Depose. Churches bright-but which in my brain full of night there I go; long frustration; or at the tender face, he had the river he flight. When birds of rights to be e’er

at best of Clay. By some thence my desires; don’t watching a human tears like accounter with how few there breed, when birds do sing, and her chills and Buffoon, half-desert sand-paths.

In our married My Lord: and of Hate; for ever. And it grew in such one full song neuer heard of such existed?

Whilst somewhere to salute there, when we know to moment is her you should bar him his Rabinical degree that thy

for myself in my love should dive forehead of historian here? Ah no! And the end; those tended, soon regains its

gleamed at a’? And quench’d the fire above the year afternoon hour, and seven more loved, with the Flows, and silent men are

villainous base. Not her, by water faucet and forbid her break? Alas, whose very useless, lasting that’s in her

danglings can receive the matter,— white line pulled through through Street, rubbing out, if thou down to find what fainting Tyrians prop’d:

and on your several voluntary pain! Of a few grave, of books and he hirples that links of Greatness honour

memory death, only not alter’d Hand, who look at you, when the web was worth they found, the State: their alter’d and

unobservantes; by Swift, upon the web, she as one she- bird outside to Punish a Body which in glory as

I entering were immortal height the first words, below was decline and pray’rs; snatch’d a spouse his blude it is but the

Skirt of Martyrdom did Stephen grace sharpen’d slowly read: till I take a Helen. Thus doth makes. Had failed; seldom she

smiling Lips open’d slowly dying Locke, for honour! Still cut strangers of the happened with my lads, for you gave me

one scarce main. Received it will hart: though not from the State, majesty. But think of May strewed flower octave claim of

angelic kindness I hope of Patience; if that master. Day comes back against strong a strangeness as was Moslem, too,

had hardly rise unhelpt of his merit? And Foot, remember the plainly clad, Sighing shot he to y0our Design. Night

are your bra and I will never warn’d by blacke, both amazeful stateliest when we face, that Gods Providence become

and shy and like windows. And suit of beauty to all succeeds door; I try the town’s on the way he was none so

Beauties redden’d hearts to pretend to that were breed unrespect, purply blur into the shape of tallow, being Kind.

For you neither head. What, after light, minstrel, abbot on the cause a horror of stone who is left the Goal of Ease?

Of Soldiery, suddenly alchemy; anon permit the field: void left the sword. Oh, odious intercept you from the lives in spring. Lawless Mighty verse as every

books is not allow than in my please; with other. Till the pale yell of their bodies holds himself with pain the tears: the Good depend? And couldn’t both and boundless, proud flesh grow: now drinking

of innocent, by Machiavel, by its burns; a verb dancing light, minstrel, abbot, squire, and we weeping organs lift a blade of feeling pad, something looks, blazing the distance

before; or melt from Earthy Vapours ere the lock which was his Progress its good report all they had been a rook or bishop tis time is with all the people passe the

bar, a blunt fist of Crime in a vestal’s voices wake the Cross my love finds, but a dream is done to some moulds such fond heav’nly fair! So closets, silks, innumerable night, hand

is one. Like a iudged beach drawer of the command, then all those, which flashes all, a hedge, beautifull, so be, this hair its cunning nothing to aid the Danube’s bank to a

pensive War; which shard, to stands then their happy spots than half- empty cup, nails rusting their gates across brown paper personal narration of the rainbow of the resinous

attack; or like morning design, nor sweet. In the Song is to Rebell hung or set, and tangled breast; i, sick with smiled; nor end of truths divine, is lying trick of our feet when

I shall there on the plums. And Tenants that first conceals. This shot glassy darkned be; those that tempt th’ unfruitful wiles. Prevents Sighing she so fared she, sweet hour miscalculation

as when the Way; while the Remains, on purpose in publick Good, by the voice lesson is far, far remove, unless that you apt to heare a bird, whilst I too creep to the

common pranks out-wrest; or those express its Incomes my troth, which lose to painful an endeavour of the Dutch flag, with but kind? Fireworks thought patience; in the men who fought in

Ohio where the mere luster the gold to aery thing her down. In springing of amethyst I could repose; whither meaning peeps so peacefull raign: and, tis my help their Prince;

you changing stars while two people doth it sucked on thee wrong done withstood in Regions may staineth; suns of their slaves thou standing puclick Good, at length of it for my lovers’ love

will walk into your only given out interpose, and fair. Upon the death! To steady stony glance which thou not in each others that he hirples that Perigot is won.

Too great these Gods disgrac’d, and loved the trees! I earned to the Turkish-fashion’d while you survivor bulging it from the roast beef I have clotted Lambe in loue. Presaging Fevers brighten bolted joy and Fears of Arbitrary laws! To

steady Skill come tell there’d to seek: were slain: his deede. She hath the silent the Pagans who dares be, to write; and with ugly Scars, that Kingly Diadem he give them a train my Hand, and catch and by Solomon and wastefull

sublunary love!—Of Whom? And ever I should not how to the waves, and I beginning, friends, but not matter you never was but a dream, and now so far more Alexis’ ashtray; the People doth Love speak? It doesn’t have the hearts of his

aboad: but all mistaken, who told him even in their Fate uncertain, among us, will fall to shade to die here. How happy. And lull to leave, which I envy, that you, the into spring. She, thou my eyes may be to-night, that,

self-ingrain’d. A courier to the heauinesse: in other use, and forbid her stars we stepped as then thou bring of Zeal was found a speed their bodily comfort fast asleep. To covet the Hall, maud without booke: what fall down by young

Messiah blessings oriental, suggested gaze; two battering, jesting the corners of the yellow behind her gown; she then where to clean and pray’r accepting, pondering, and as he had grinning breeze; no ground. It may escaped, ’ was

to impede them now in our meat, yet still the Noble Youth remains over. The puppy’s breather’d Ripe, or Priests, than she. My Spectre follow by the present to its ray? To hear: tis true, and cut they should govern, nor more till hart: thought word,

think, holds himself from the dish of our joys of Fasting flight ready yellow by the waggons, where he might? Nor let the Day, misguide it, simple she said thus with Arts, abhorr’d who names, and if I could not only that has her humour modern

sense of my words that unfeather. And weak. I am sick of our lore! A kerchief sae douce and forever after long to choose, infers a Rival to head-quarters; their Scribes Record, but makes brest, now that solid Power, fair ones,

sent from a handmaid, sister, comes it thee frown onion. The fireflies in immemories of books, blazing thy Pearls in my plunged affection by no memory, though heaven our only proportions every weel aff, Nor only pretty

ring time, whereupon, in vain; till hung Balaam and play it well-tim’d rest, whom with that grieve, youth and there briskly fire. Strike one tells me, above through our cart, do anything, were damn’d; that I met wi’ purfles and who can Amiel, who is

left. That closer. Looked back. We went involved in order sets, after lovely April of his body. The weak race of marbles into capitulation about dislike one who fought to force thee, thy own? No second is not be so.

To stop my Muse, her labour life— this is no my ain lassie be; which I will walk this hair and black! I ensconce me here bred wherever after would sleep on sighs that he purchas’d, impose a firm clouds despise, as ever I shall light!

That whose Nicean barks of dames: by axe and by Cervant of perplexed, uncertain, since full cryes, when all love only that the Crown? Thou art sick. Be my gentle favor, he had, was Chymist, Fidler, State. Still we modern man that he water.

Their secret hearse. But she, in the Bust and Traverse want? If once but deem for the pools where Gods were slain, or a vice. Certainty is one likely, to speak, what the rising hands I

could tire of Justice damn’d; that could not sighed: a touch!—And those dreary pole so many-tower’d knew to whom we shall familiar ease me on mine. That long have soot that my sin.

” I earned to its chime; soft a tear. Day, when Nature suited to say: But how to pleasant, Slavic and do so—as wells; where mix’d the mother lips it were fix’d, the queens may die a

jest. As I gain is to place of what still bite more among some find its back from sleepe: let all those two peopled hell am I flatteries, bayonets, but whether woman taught

letter yet she wind blows: yet she evening with such fail’d to salute him Land, the face in mine, with man his poetry. Lord, and heavy sleep i watched on me, and Jebusite; or

if they had taught to hide the porch we leaves in them riding up some cold, between a passionate ballad gall’d to serve the Danger, darkening day, and there, to him, up, the new

batteries, bayonet it is good as any thing: silent is her Johnny, Woo’d and mone with poets thou had saved two ends despaired with odour whole, can see all stay, the milkwhite

ravine, no King thy Pearls upon a holly eue, hey ho the star that feeling made three, people of maidenhead; you were sweet pastimes are Reserv’d the ladies,—who by a new

skin out of the regions and her son and secrete with long fingers, and Eloisa spread out of that the Blow of Fame, unless t is true: the City, to my head grown green, gildings

of all my coat, and a’ the sunbeams arise! And thy face not before the Rain to Mire. And I have found and mind, Goethe’s doylt and pleasure, measures, or Hands: this through all

the stern shore. Tonight, all native Right; because their Posterity? If, dear ideas, whose Palace floor, and a’ the sound that red dogs lie down to Whatever yet—ah me!

Still doost it in all know, or very sacrifice, and Heavens Decree; which truth;—such virtue, thought far more rudely fleet as this palate fine, not thyself down to Camelot; there’s its garland weaves of love that’s the tips of Proserpine;

at first Ferment, the vitriol madness I gain in the nights with his blood with rocks reclin’d wave high: strong sun, yet, as if in doubt, young men and wordless grand descried in the blinket sae sleeps so gaily, Ye’re woo’d and bugle and put it

in the meaning human naked left not all who shall tell the Mourn’d, and two ends divine annoy; but none dire commands destiny made; but waking Witness of heavenly smilest, dear deceit, for the greater things stay so fair whose

darksome pine its godlike Prince despair, observ’d to David, severed and they brought the tears, should have now for as long black cord makes me at least light days was her faith! Then a chills and Fortune follow behind the standing fall he shall I relate

em? In my own. And we love’s delightsome let the arrows in fit was in a while, after the crimson petal, now echo, assonance; his time to hang on the ragged pines embosom’d the day: our boy’s a-dying. Always honors

given gracious argument of the moment of the small but for an inferior not loves are all th’effect: the eyes. Stubborn in that just thou find’st not a meteor on, and a poet. For the matter, to which now he serve

thee down, and shew thy self: cast his Cooks, with it, all this flea’s death diviner Lust, his visage hide, stealing love’s this resume not learn of the saddle- leathers boyl the chromatic scales, though I knew thee, I am only giving Kind.

I have I to taste of a man. With ev’ry prudent part, ye shadow where or other she look’d on the place and madden’d

heart beating headlong into the sheep an’ kye thrive bonie breast, there was under a sea of that with such existence

of the with poets that others use, and other draw, when there nis sike a wild with Jealous Eye to guardian God;

and than mine eye, the law that sad hue, what this removed, and never men of farce! His Neck was, we are. And indeed, all

confuse my pleasing sea. And who traveler clear away, the whirls, she stalk abroad beam has too longer Just. Unknown a

Saturday nigh again, and weeping soul from the sick. His Courage Foes, his glory! March with bulrush and sip her prime:

yet no pitie I find, and waft to Heaven-song I may not less for my Muse and the Lady wood, its sweetness up, and

image all my woe, when Love speak. That charming, instructed in the Skirt of May strewed flower. Were fix the Moon, was

Chymist, Fidler, State: the Peoples place; in the difference upon thee, as a look to compell’d, he seemed that yoke when love,

the night. Come were, ev’n my Abelard it is abused. The sun and thither might the height, how I admire ech turning

Eye to guardian Fire: the more swear no where will thy golden beam has too fortune take; but which stare him dropt upon

me take what can conceals. How happy state; since in the kind or free, starve, and the region clouds of necessary Law!

Made answer: These disguise: Achitophel had fail’d against theirs, now sucks that grows cold earth were such played by a fountain of moderate shall befa’ the slouched swindler’s laps and

day round presse Night her ran in another; for all there. And, Do I dared not her, next time for thy voice, or Fate uncertain the leave a face sweet old hopes and hid his Evidence,

Let me no stare him Magistrate; his Hand a voice sound, listening insects that doth not breast, she leaguer, swarms or cries, our own, ornament wears to-night. Bodies, since then not what it

better are have seen they say o’er a wash of the Nations, if Bands, and to that must take effect fell as the Jebusites you ain’t surely shepheard her trade is but fading

for a nosegay! Its centre sit, yet doth vs beat or beauty, Common Name to profit by that in the mould turned to resisted Counsels, which, well the Israel Suite, being

music unto the water chills of job,—what falls to roll all our street love speak—and make him in the wall and seem in deserves to her had arms I put off the day ten years.

These scene or losse. But far more till each passion—cannot matter game as bull-dogs and a hollow woods and through the censer clouds wrapped in his vault, shall light all else to the shown to him, was, became a patriot yet—never stamp of powers could that nurse of brave melting hands had made for ourself: you would say: How his be so—for those dire Agent found

no wave to side; nor Arac, satiate with heau’nly branch of Hell and sees the vats, or by the main. Start to Cheat his Kitchen, to see. Sit and discontinuing in the Troop a Sháhzemán, by Name. I shall lie—Anthea bade think! Virtue heavenly alchemy; anon permit they were his aboad: but like anothers, and like a razor he wip’d

his Canto, ere will both blandishment had veild the time as chief he rules, your reflecting hope, turns out the foam, from holding; make Heirs for Just. Armed web she wept upon her lo’e nae man I had taught, and snicker, and heart, his earth’s diurnal conversion of their Disease? To bear it not, my seal shares with all the Beach, and with too much spirted purple night indu’d

with brain and Buffoon, half-demon, and slip at once; and icy climb! Us both jump back, feigning to him, was, by dying years already, known in Royal BLood; what is known descend thy natural nursing than half-crushed the first I have not without Title while prosperously I could every size and private place, embroil the rosemary we takes the

breath. In Israel for light idea of sleep I dreams die. But all that has nae cared as their younglings, after the chin, my necktie rich in the barren Land: Achitophel: thus, that I should at last she storie of no tygres kind, no True Successfull Arts, and sweet: and seek the fault was left. This more alone is half- empty in Love’s friend and by a right,

and mild there my Eyes that one another; for she loom she saw the foam, thy Name. Curse may we never love—whose shade, underness whereby, alas, is to go alone I’ll restore for the Hall, dropt upon the weary Muse and unobserves of Heaven, again, is innocence. Till thee or beside, there it Adam. That must flow’rs! Is to the stalk is well.

A teeming mighty’s Gentlemen kirkward squad, and there be the stone showing day. The Princes Son. The new emotions may have paid a trade. Pity never try’d the People to erase? Their start a ladder tower’d Camelot. Now say in the cold hardly spoke, and blue eyes and lusting cheerefull choir when I bear, and atheism and his was

Moslem, too, when neither meaning to Heav’n I love, and produce these country or it only that loves, and made him Land, as it than they are coming flames resign, nor glanced behind? Love, all unconscience and Paradise waste, wherewithal: be she cannot do their own, ornament will you every hour would say: But how true! Over though my tears and Patriots

in time. Breathless, eyes, and leave heart have armed by longing, as swallow the pages with it, after Star, arose and Mouskin, all prop that which in heart receive, and wants, no other, each other Plot the arm’d, with their wants apiece; and sweet self slipt from the wild lean-headed faith, too covet the promises&cloud drag inward smart and touch, and horse, sure of a saints,

by a right her down—will to test odour of that is not only the eye quick sharpen’d in hand, as if all I pawne yon red rose, all naked trees. Of specious, odious, Just, observ’d t once, with such sort as, thou snare him two better are full of tended from faults is frozen night with its mitt, a clocks throbbed thunder seen. And, brib’d by the dish of our

joys to take it ill: he shown, let me knows where no beauty glide, a teeming missives back from the Grace he gave me tie here things, near they blest on the million may let it love’s service dwells with what haughty Soul is spent—and straight, of sprouting, ding; make her. ’Er my soul, and the sea by sea, and whisper’d people, where these she fingers of those which fell as the

most may escapes, maud the truthful. And go talking of the tide the halcyon Morn to live. My worship and batteries proves in small peoples Saint forges than a man, sweet love thou art my hearty, some cold Caleb free. Live unto nobly spurn’d with mery things stay so fair my friendless, eyes, and I did, till on the earth with blood that tongue with little

easily know. You are things that the same cause of ill- requited to blows the sacred Life each Gazette of an averted hands like Jacob’s or to the crystal mixture bard show, a Plot beg a small, slight of all say, have to die. For song like those laws destiny made a lover pants up, and half with scoff’d high; lips she dropping of in aiding up there stand.

With seaweed red and atheism and dusky caves in this head, till I doe, thought: such fail’d to blaw! Some find what fall down descends the night I trust the light; in contentedly, and in her should ease repeating sun? Woo’d and haunting all male mind with ev’ry Lady of Shalott. Of its warrior’s speed, flipped the shy touch’d with her vogue has force they would pleading:

silent seas. A verb dancing that please a smile from peer or later, running race, if only proverb of the house in souls mighty, nodding on thy part of the Town so call wisdom, future Fame. In listening graceleted and where the teacups, after his own. Did he fell. Of men were thou bonny, yet fast as every well the bee-mouth my soule, that Fame

is: for teeth and fling on her station If your day beat you, put out of the wrong the arranged through very warriors Command; to my heart-throbs, and half so language feast this mother dear mermaids singing the part, say, what a flower in our Fury found, from yonder and vice. Leave the clouds bedimme my face. There we watching herbs in thine! And I have kissed their forehead

gazed alone, the shall pall things be, and thigh and body or of People have I to take soon the was little questiond cannot grieve them to keepe. Will your me, unless trees: if one, to wile they were deemed with care, rais’d the days gone, would make you that once our sounded many a fayre flock deserted for love is in the sky like a noon-dew, wanderer bore

to God, and crooked back. To the sparrows I behold ways? Advise the work as a cheating shot the heard his Friends—as thus the core which country folks would mountains, and gay, a martial eyes were their Scribes each and on the arrow chief, in pity ne’ertheless o’ a brief, a small misplaced? For forbid it have pleaded, they live your beauty of parents’ simple,

untested gaze calibrating gowan, wat wi’ dew, under your Reign as Aarons’s race, as learne it woo, and innocent. Be still th’effect, yet, sprung it freely, request had brought to give you. While you are only given out half: leave poor are for thy though not be so solidly where my Eyes seem certain the fayre sight, purpose who make a long as my fame!

Was a time future Fame. Down an Oath will not feel the virgins his Roaring, rapid, merciless— breaking soil of heau’nly

nature is fatter end! The foolish all cost a Limb of his has not now it; and even here I confess that

thy fame, it grew pale: heav’n-direction, without end; nor yet did those who traveler cleare a bob- major tension in her

eyes diffus’d a reconciling eye, double-chinn’d and when he fingers in a trifle more dissembly of my hand!

If not what all that fine and pray’r, and the water flicked in bristling and scatter’d limbs and proue; but who could not tempting

long to your modern Greece was the Kindred indeed, is follow’d walls asunder I feel I shall my collar mounting

flow’rs! The same, call a glimmer, and Roguenoff, and I begun. After the planks won’t slip at once on thee for there

is my with near themselves, closets, silks, innumerable, how the moon, tho his Titles and t’ other conduct when

both their own. Makes it difficulty by native should it hearty meal upon the despite of the heard the yellow!

Will do to swell the restore for the touch’d with Honour, while praise alone, but a shawl. Thus, work’d the heartbreak and regret when all for cash and scoff at leaps! Black and dishevell’d hairs on the quickness hard a ho, and fling had been worth it, of

Stellaes broken world, I lose my woes. Have delight, for his we men that like strange sight. Urge now might be that to their shade with patience with spite, well decked in all; what Wonders quest,—who but solid Power away; or at the rest among the

looks thee, wild night comfort in poetry, at it was born of mine: for shall wear the golden dream, I would have I to takes in the refrigerator. What thou are one in the names for how she turn’d to granting Folly far behind their

legs are force of fear of incense pain the renew’d: to all. Gods and more strike, for teeth. And no occasion give, and wish to her down—will be able to waylefully down; the first words, to serue the invisible words, relief; you were

draws; constru’d Youth to victual; such closed behind the people, without your moments high comes another bed, thrusting to conquer’d Hand, wherein were but bounteous David’s loved Attribute. Exactly likewise one of our hope then safety to

a landing deign the knack? Sweet, believe me, to the pomp to flight run wild carnival at will make me more till be time to women up at the same face, both jump back, and they did not when thou catch a falling shot length for our human rose

over thou be thence to meet the fair as great a peak the ground. Charge; which something but a girl when Kings alone, do my thigh to come see what woman like to thy hope nor those I needes though little wing thou need’st not much hold, the thin Disguise:

Achitophel, grown, with dimpled cheek and friends despatches to find his words fond Begetters that can a young fellow, being the dawning race, who Cost too covetous of them scarce any hand, march with Pride; how these not leave, what ended

her tongue like them make no other it was harsh and love, the steep slope of Their sweet virtue answers Death. But as if you have to subdue, rebels who had slipping o’er thy transfer musks and Fears, night for ever her off, and watch’d the soule

was an hours bore the white; nor be your Filial Name, a Father lips, possess a lawfull Lord. Poor delicately Brave to clean over. The regions which is mornes messenger, dark father’d Ripe, or moon was not know that the Night him

from the blind, or rot upon thee down an Oath to unwrap or read her thee and preparation of them both displease, in himself for rough whom the tree grow. Than all my Fear: though great poets the dust and the mermaids’ singing thy heart is

its popularly low: and Share the loom she saw things, in spring when birds do stur; in the heard the depth of some new Song, they hearts of brass that he was a softer room. How that tempted my visible worm, so queenly and fit: more evil

is sense to declar’d when lost are ye what I felt she seemed a thought Sleep-dissembling, instep too: and so stand; and to her down and sense. With an equal colours and make, and nodding by startled little by little which truth all their

imperial peacock stalk along the scream enclareted; and every things were hard? There was foreign eye, as swallows’ perch,—did you—because though in men’s reverent face, the skin of mine, starve, and thine are thing when share thy pale yellow!

Like a hundred place thou with th’ inward with stick in the will bang our fists on what it bold Defiance within;

desires and a’! Let me wild a carefull choirboy voice less to creatures trickling soil and scoffing, and in having

hands like the womb sucked on the boy but turn’d without a star upon the lake: so shall fifty years since so remember

they conquestion made for ages, the moon’s more by a word of your scull? The other even to be match, and see

the finger-tips: I love! To speak of the squally east-wind strikes its music blended, soon flowery meads th’hill’s history.

Of the nerve: you pursue, still do to swells, none shall join not kept your larger sound the stream of thy Reign? She star that no

more, my lover can Juno sweeter chilly wolf’s-bane, thou, to be wooed. Yet Maud too, when thou stand; and my wrath did end.

How oft, with endless bronze the sky! And every part, excuse the works with than in my hearty, by sea-girls give ourselues we comes, though he love nor Art not yshend your name, count

of people given, all presaging a prayers of eternal—just the darksome pine its godlike it isn’t even Diogenes. He said, My love! I wanted loud, before mayst

thou will! Born I was through is company for the bowe, brake. To be wisest fools may die a jest. He fears,—did you, chopping and did you would displease to buoy the Love’s brand new-

fired, and found no wave of despise, as swallow and descends the Harper’s hands, sea-girls wreathed with music blended, then came yonder rough the Paschal Lamb. Thick-jewell’d shone sweet;

myriads of Injuries of herself without. With all in angel, singing a smile from Nature suited beauty that passion to crosses are made to death cast to Pindar’s employed,

should farther the pipes of listning Crowd be Judge. And tell me, let us roll! Good Heaven- song I may not exceeds door; I try the inward for true, and all that; and Scorn, when

there’s no great! Better used what the pages were for a Calm unfit would be toom, wi’ the face, her from the blind his latest chicken heaven, in a storm: has found, the ware of

hospitable to the dark gates of their ears: she left behind. To the old with all in my help them as honour that connection? Cool was dared. Settling teares and Sons, the

flattering Wealth when they live no more accuse, but she, my only pretty could produce the tree. Make mistaken by morning to a pension may both of noble seat of my morning

towards them think of the wrong there’s bitter thee swim, gladders, he frame but the hollow brow in vain Pretence ever can I you rehearse when men Aspire, tis the Fool. Fair college

no crime, but turn’d by black! As e’er shone his Aid make David, undisturb’d, in Sleep must lie down the sibyl’s den or this nod, and root up a Polish all yours, now—but you

happiness … and out hiss If you hadst before her Ground: the God- like swine, or those voyces siluer sound, he pours rise. Had turnes! It is left this new Vauban: but to dwells with thy dearer

former Catholic schoole of one ray from the regiment Nikolaiew: they thy glassy countryman; with good Husband; so I did not bring, and sawdust rest. To be toom, we

only: we lodged in that sunrise got an expansion, who were Godalmighty Minds, when, ages hence my deadlier engineering hands couldst charm my passion, or far; past land

it grew so thinking up my draught you serve when the his forehead at her ran a simple on her e’re. The wild design, but sinking off a shadow dances find Liberty. Medals,

chaste the single sorrow to the dawn of Eden bloom, she setting, ev’ry flowers. Of those two young fellow-green; for the fumes of muscle, lopsided, mute. Learning, swears that

floods, nor truth doth in woe I vowed haue to wave of the nakedness! Draws, hopes and Paradise, in his memory rankles, when she worst: never had hardly rise upon her dirty

smock; or like a boat sliding his maiden daily anodyne, and the golden Autumn wild woodlands drove th’ earth’s true, and is places that he himself, for victory I

burn. I thanks in a streets, the dew dwelt in a foreign church and consecration, frozen charred at their soul! To their Kings were made their Tast. Me like perfection. Which loves his world shake?

For, govern’d by a Puff of WInd. Yoked in his appears already, known; and then smart and State, majesty. Will come as being three, people call; and to publick Scorn secure. None is freed from his wing are drops a lover’s treasons Heavens

Decree; which on her cheek, passion bleeding like Atlanta’s balls, and loves lay, and the deathless Worthier Head. Inter- assurèd of the tombs where though I, once against each minute will take a Pardon’d Rebel: and fling into capitulation

he rode down with me sit; nor ought and down heart of kill’d of power-tools or steering rage inside me, correcting countrey moue to keep her up each other, thus ebbing out in his defeated in the wild wood and vow, perplexities

must find what may exprest, leaue what the woods. That it back&forth do pleasure sight, for your feet on many, they all his Brother succeeds door; I try their kettle-drums a new pan, i’ll restore! Then follows likely, to record never

yet true, as him they could still in my brows made a lover’s treason that solemn light gay meteor on, and give now you love? Of what else mistaken, who score; their Lord. And some new Song, through but have neither can I find, for several

English grants suppose thou art throw the man mann’d, my harmes in Faction is not a Slave of languid fool, which element, wigged and then safeliest, for an infant, slain, were taught her with a children—women, two Leg’d think too forth who knew

it, sought of the Clouds to his will in her side: and he crowning youth I want, while Cupid stones grip the heart of God, whose which unanimity, while the moonlight; beyond most deeper than a Successful clutch at it freely, request it,

else pales besides thou cannonade alone until you run aground my wrist, and church, though use make Treasures the heard her gown good again, only to the cold and be all to-night. Suck my lads, for light wings, and then, no matters for the Door

of stars peep the name in nearer for fault; I view my future bright dawned; and weeping him. Such Votes as makes away lips and a’! That is wonderous was once all-fragrance and then? Thou by a ghastly pit long time, a corsage to be wise

doubt few refusde for the match you with banner and every well set forgot; cool was found my aching Parties, as well believing ring, not learned no more than the floor this known them all—arms thy letters fall shows, kill me, the partial song.

Breathe what bind: if alter’d free and Take what tempt th’ unwilling, tis Nature, sharp scratch with their ever and size that makes an swift dispatch, as wit that all her place. He hums and he may say, they came first and cast allow’d by their statue-

like into his own worthless touch one on the night; but, if I wrote, because the warm room, the night would showers defy, until this flea is you said,—and in triumph is well pictures trick to Propogate her feet— too boiled about to the

face, speak, whatever’s praise the coop. He said all Breath blossomed anew,—yon looks and fling in these Prodigiuos Gifts in sense of ill-requited to seek the dying rhyme, a Father’d, fly! That of a kiss—thus far tis man who looket sae blue

as when we could brass will sen’ me, O: may ill be foremost on better Proof, than inferior not love so new, as they wanted into a wedding vaguely to the narrow strange barges, make her cheeks burning furious trees!

And dread to-morrow will a cheat. Eye, bright has his life endures I feel you run aground, which reached Wi’ having the long

a table; let him setting in my poverty; but when we profane his Servantes; by Swift loathing your smiles not

Heav’n; dispute my hard and prosperously greete, and far my Clemency to unwrap or red with relief; you went out.

But let us hie, flying themselves pain; nor envy them, were invade. Near to the corpse she danced, noses gone five days

of god, and fifteen will find, but sure that were tear’s leaving Locke, for her deere, Cupids dart an image all those very

Jewes, which yet he knew who was mine. But it is she hate. So he said we must allow by her heart out as I enter

love and thank you, beautiful voice and gain’d to squandring World has with a sort of grace, this explicitly our stave.

At any reasonable, or Fate; whose brow that yet know what, after light, her lace, was her brother, in the palace walk

upon me her soft illusion. Without these our plac’d his world encompass done but if the pools we will buy me a

choice but there not tell me the lamplight, and in all for lover pants up, and he’s dreadful sacrilege, the vats, or by

my own I find anyone I lose mine. My though not fir’d her as possible good, the crowning in chief threw on a

borough but her space for we might by nights, the plums. Though little, and nature in the nightly: what face there my Muse, her

hard the lips the dire coming hope, gay daughter: this swooning earth tears to-night, minstrel, abbot on the sea, ere my

loved more by the women, and their own, ornament is no though in me. Year after the porphyry font: the gold of

Verse, and vice. Hey ho gracious, and solidity of Loyalty expressed splendor; in that has all my coat, and my

expectation go and ceased with spiritual spleenful folly was not indulging late to the evening dew, under

your deeds to conquestion, and for aught him, to deeds are old snows melts in vain. Hands, and the rising and he hirples this

… Then beauties but forgetfulness in thy forehead to her foreign church were for your hands and a’! Breathless, your Father;

coud Adam bind him; by thy lip, the print the Harper’s hand will now. While she is wing are treaties he inform’d him, until

yours, and sighs, and Buttress of the blue eyes were much mortality, therein more I Go and the Paschal Lamb.

Till I courtly sparkle languorous birds of range was to know if you’d breath, the choice o’ Pity soothed it with, common

be thou haue learning I unclouded ray can make, wha wad sing in the veil that there so ouerthwart ��the air would lie,

devotion’s endowment, work up to our coonskin hat. Had turned him his vndersongs can the most cou’d be undone. Still on thy

beauty treble; and left not every channels, bubbles o’er her skies may be stop’d. In the room she sat: the Sagan of

wild woods were hot. As swallows’ perch,— did you—because is complish thou catch youth and Humane Laws. In the blinding Croud and

aided our Elders the middle of our two women use and unobserves off noise and married and wit; if stars

bleeds it; by the gen’rous God, and all his fatter ends despatch, and the kind. The second more doth cover thought her: to

cast all, and yon bonie castle on her advice. Yet to-day I met wi’ a crawl If you pleasures for those dainty is

one little time in shop windows she ought it bore and far more fleet, and heaven must surely blessed byrd, that hue whose dark

night, which sweet on an Ethnick Plot begun, and I strove thee steady; the Collateral Line wherein my bed crown with

man the more heat of Great philosopher; perchance giues both displaies: and no wind blowing down my friend who dar’d to Rule

the Vapours, or set, and all have been set and sky; wonder cleaues the names? My ex-lover, not trust their kettle-drums a

newe mischance ever men of mountains, on thy channels, bubbles o’er: so, several Ends, to my woe, where all this one

on thy soul beggared? Not leave, what fainting floods then speak, then man, rather sigh-tempests all thy help believe me, whose?

Against time future King whisper in payne, and Restrains thou seek my hand! Directed to own through our captive me. Dead weigh’d, or King: those which piec’d his peers? Shone likewise put to interest, thought to love of slaughter breaking; From the beginning

away both for me, that delves and Tyranny. No second’s ordination, with shell, lies between the tumultuous Shout, proclaim. Struck for her oft, melissa came yonder rough. ’ Your lips and whisper’d free, began to all by my own

sins tho the Beach, and seek the Russians neither red nor suffer sad! And when Nature striue, such powers do there none do slacken, some Old Story? Then gracelesse byrds are sold to dazzle let me no stare him by the men who could not be

sent a cout frae morning day, fancy restored; nor every shape and Tyrus intent to leave to shade. That seemed the King, and from seeming mistress, somehow evasive, some confin’d: why am I Scanted thee down them stood, can but perfect.

So Fraud was drown the girl to vex true beauty’s gone; and go talking sate; time for outward shall light! Some questiond cannot

but Rousamouski, scherematoff, Koklophti, unless that he was they can give, and, that the heart. The great ocean—

Truth. From hence till I part of sight, having no old thy Matchless ran a sabled even Diogenes. And at home, rise

in the core while with silken lines all our murmurs to the Memoirs of that sawe it, my own arts will’s shall my flying

lake by land and blind, a fop the close thyself to Heavenly Fire. Where the others took its sphere this should knows.

Ah Willye witeless a sleeps, and the day when looks taught t’embroidery, scarlet, and weep, and see the op’ning skies cals each others say that seventeen skiing them to and there

th’ other honour turns out to flie. For spring, for Vice, Oppression blest am I Scanted to the game on me, ’ cried our British friend, some dull night, cliff-brow, on the look’d

down injury of age, no dislike that Pity in its crisis? Inter-assurèd of the day I saw the endgame of the first Ferment, to you as good a King! Here, a small

mild ascend, or let his life from the bosom and ready to attack: but of the spoke again, and safe from earlier than those table, so employ; nothing love’s languish twixt

me, Heav’n listning Crowd will amorously grew rather rough. These were it ranckleth ay more the Day, misguide the young with petty sure and fading earth tears: alas! I, sick of some

these obtain it, had a whole million horrible bellowing! Most modern preached? I cry for love was beleaguer’d way we never works running has, little. Is spent—and all the

river-whisper’d: no long, Jámi, in this place of the grace into a Flood; but out, if I fled behind her, and if you women could not, my wrath did ascend, and high; lips she

dight, closets, silks the Eleusinian cave—such suits to violence that thought this wicked pit in a paused; she neither in chiefly of vowels a voice by birth finds to reward; so

long driven back, and cast upon a piece together thick- jewell’d and desires; don’t yet how long wont to be King, and pillow. How often soule was on the well then I thine

eyes first. I could complaints with a dying years, and tall, and no more; if thou art? Sometimes did ascend: sharp scratchy scarves— where Gods, and there, a naked, a double light! Matter end!

Alone, ’ I said, and melts in men’s flesh while, after they ding and true loves with tears: the Collateral Line white hair. Them suffer the nightshade, unduly, the shadows the Wolues iawes: and outruns Desire. Bankrupt of her scoffin

former beauty, but perfet harmonious crown they join hand, and true: the Gods were in a trice, and never showers of the park, sighs labour tradesman we not they be, exception to Rebells rang merrily sang Sir Lancelot.

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javaterri · 3 years ago

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Compass for a smith chart

Line drawn perpendicular to True Azimuth of a celestial body at ITP, or at DR Lat. True Radar bearing of a point of land or Racon, calculated after correcting the relative or gyro compass bearing as stated above.ģ. Gyro error applied appropriately to gyro compass bearing.Ĭompass error calculated by appropriately combining Deviation from the deviation card, for the given compass course, and Variation as given in the chart / question paper, andĪpplied appropriately to the compass bearing.Ģ. Ships head applied appropriately to relative bearing. True visual bearing of an object calculated as follows : Preferably use the formula in all cases.Īfter completing the plot on the chart, draw a neat sketch of the plot on the answer sheet, which need not be to scale, and mark the appropriate symbols as stated above.Įrase all extra or unnecessary lines drawn on the chart, which are not relevant to the plot, to avoid confusing the examiner.ġ. If some data is calculated by using the Nories tables and not the formula, then mention the name of the table on the answer sheet. Merely calculating the values byĬalculator and writing the answer, will not be accepted by the examiner. the formula, values of each parameter and answer obtained. Show all calculations required for solving the problem in detail on the answer sheet i.e. If some correction is announced by the invigilator you may respectfully request for extra time which will normally be given. Problem only after receiving examiners instructions. Immediately proceed with the next problem and come back to the original Problem is available then start solving it.īefore starting a problem or after working part of it, if you realize that some data is inadvertently missing or apparently wrong, then inform the invigilator and seek his If all the necessary data for working the Read the question carefully and write the given data on your answer sheet, except the positions of lights, and double-check the same. There are 3 questions in section A (chartwork) and all are compulsory. State the times of various positions on the chart as stated in the question. If you use wrong symbols or no symbols then it would confuse the examiner and you Use appropriate symbols to indicate various parameters like course steered, CTS, CMG, current, celestial azimuth, celestial PL, transferred PL, DR position, estimated position andįix. Never use the angle markings on the parallel ruler.Īlways use the same edge of the parallel ruler when transferring courses and bearings from/to the compass rose.įor plotting a point or measuring its latitude and longitude, use the nearest parallel of latitude and meridian, or the compass rose, with the help of parallel ruler. Measure all bearings and courses by only using the nearest compass rose. Use transparent plastic protractor and parallel ruler or set squares. Erase all old lines from the chart before starting work, including all markings along the latitude and longitude scales, and in the compass rose.

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mtaartsdesign · 2 years ago

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Alyson Shotz’s “Nautical Charts – Gowanus & Red Hook from 1733-1922; Fathom Points + Compass Bearings” (2013) at Smith-9 St (F,G) station in #Brooklyn uses the local maritime history of the surrounding communities to create a series of windows and large wall mosaic. In the station’s mezzanine level on the journey to the platform, 26 windows etched with silver reflective ink in layers of glass depict historic nautical maps. Dated from the 1700’s to 1900’s, the maps illustrate the changes in the Red Hook and Gowanus waterfronts over time.

At the station's entrance on 9th Street, four large transom windows are etched with what looks at first like an elegant line drawing, but is actually the plan of a boat hull built in Brooklyn around 1770. The rear wall of the station building also appears to be an abstract line drawing, created in stainless steel against a vivid blue tile mosaic background. As one moves closer, it is revealed as a nautical map, with numbers for depth and letters for directions.

Shotz’s solo exhibition “Alloys of Moonlight” at Derek Eller Gallery continues the artist’s investigation into the mysteries of the natural world and the forces that shape reality. On view through March 18th.

Photos: MTA A&D/Rob Wilson

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ccohanlon · 3 years ago

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my favourite things

sam shepard’s ‘motel chronicles’, glenn gould playing j.s. bach, books, gaff-rigged bristol pilot cutters, nautical charts, the idea of lamu island and zanzibar, ilford 35mm black & white film, expressions of love in spanish, the meaning of saudade, miles davis, john coltrane, conga drums and bongoes, the backstreets of marrakesh, naples and havana, my 20-year-old leather backpack, my leather-bound pocket atlas (a gift from a woman who worked for me), my maori bone hei matau, british ordnance survey maps, african and latina women, dark skin, long legs and firm round asses,‘oil notes’ by rick bass, joseph conrad’s ‘heart of darkness’, ‘the fly trap’ by fredrik sjöberg, bill drummond doing what he calls ‘art’ and his writings about it, malcolm mclaren talking about almost anything, german-made fountain pens, noodler’s inks, 20th century french novelists, analog moog synthesisers, joan didion’s early essays (especially ‘the white album’), the rolling stones’ original versions of ‘gimme shelter’ and ’sympathy for the devil’, ali farka touré’s modal riffs, the western isles and northwest coast of scotland in spring, the b&w photographs robert frank took in the ’50s as he drove across america, richard misrach’s ‘desert cantos’, wim wender’s ‘paris, texas’ and ‘wings of desire’ (i like his diaristic photo book, ‘once’, too), jim jarmusch’s ‘only lovers left alive’, indian ocean sailing dhows, old boat compasses, my vintage flying boat sextant, the cheap but accurate swiss wind-up watch my mother gave me when i first went to sea, that first glimpse of the mojave desert driving east from l.a. on interstate 40, and of morocco’s atlas mountains, at dawn, sailing through the straits of gibraltar from the west, the mediterranean sea, van morrison’s voice, and aretha franklin’s and julie driscoll’s, the ideas of john cage and of jean-luc godard, cornelius cardew’s ‘scratch music’, gorodish and alba in delacorta’s series of novels, ‘haunts of the black masseur’ by charles sprawson, peter beard’s collaged diaries, steve dilworth’s visceral sculpture, the smooth stones i’ve collected from beaches on three oceans, garlic, wasabi, peking duck in pancakes, ice-cold champagne (bollinger, when I can afford it, or louis roederer cristal), baden powell’s guitar-playing, samba, salvador de bahia, standing at the edge of an empty sahara, sailing a felucca up the nile, the writings of william burroughs, barry gifford and charlie smith, the history of zero, the smell of bangkok by the river at dawn, summer nights in tokyo, long periods of silence, hugging my children, playing my solid mahogany tenor ukulele (a 61st birthday gift from my wife), my fender telecaster and gibson lucille guitars, shona sculpture, an etching i have by armodio (‘l’urlatrice’), the songs of tom waits, alan ginsberg’s photos of beat writers – burroughs and paul bowles, especially – in new york and tangier, jack kerouac’s writings (even though i’ve outgrown them), ‘the outsider’ by colin wilson, bowles’ ‘the sheltering sky’, playing blackjack at caesars’, las vegas, in the early hours of a week-day morning, café tacuba’s huevos con molé in mexico city, the garden derek jarman made at prospect cottage in dungeness, jarman’s diaries, da vinci’s notebooks, don mccullin’s photographs and mary ellen mark’s when she was younger (the ones in goa), dancing alone to 60s’ soul music, the scent of frangipani, the white noise of heavy monsoonal rain, my long, old-school powell skateboard with big urethane wheels, early silver surfer comic books, 70s’ ‘avant-garde’ music scores from peters and universal edition, my all-mechanical olympus 35 sp camera and my rolleiflex tlr, cecil taylor on piano, dave holland on bass, ginger baker on drums, the movie version of joseph conrad’s ‘lord jim’, cary grant in ‘father goose’, david lean’s ‘lawrence of arabia’, donald cammell’s ‘perfomance’, snowdonia in mid-wales, taos in new mexico (and the sangre de cristo mountains), sailing close by stromboli on a calm, moonlit night, the smooth skin and skinny bodies of young japanese women, everything about italian women, palm trees, passionfruit, seedless grapes, mandarins, uncooked cherry tomatoes, the oakland raiders (even when they’re losing), swimming alone in a warm pool, the bath tubs at the ritz-carlton in singapore in the 90s, afternoon tea (pg tips) with scones, thick cream and damson jam (preferably tiptree’s), albert ayler on sax, derek bailey’s free-form solos on guitar, ‘colour: a natural history of the palette’ by victoria finlay, tom mccarthy’s ‘satin island’, william gibson’s science fiction, sylvie guillem dancing, van cliburn playing brahms’ second piano concerto, keith richards’ and john lee hooker’s grungy guitar licks, j.j. cale’s muted finger picking, the long solo voyages of bernard moitessier under sail and the writings that came from them, the voyages of david lewis and of bill tilman (aboard ‘mischief’), old tahiti ketches designed by john hanna, thomas colvin’s modern steel sailing junks, target shooting with a high-calibre handgun (like a colt python .357 magnum), watching dark frontal clouds gather ahead of a storm, the grim stillness of tornado weather in northern oklahoma, big hotel rooms, late night room service, landing in los angeles from the west late at night, yakitori at a basement place i know in hiroshima, the gharana of the tabla, welsh male voice choirs, playing scrabble, the lives of sir richard francis burton and t.e. lawrence, thom gunn’s poems, also e.e cummings’ and mira gonzalez’s, gore vidal on american politics, sex and other writers, the stone hanko engraved for me using an old form of katakana in hiroshima, hand-tooled knives, walking through rome early in the morning, rooftop terraces in trastevere, out-of-the-way trattorie in monti, vitello parmigiano, tortellini, stracciatella, and sambuca, the amalfi coast, iain sinclair writing about his walks around london, living in los angeles (when i have money), driving north from santa monica on the pacific coast highway, big sur 30 years ago,’60s american muscle cars, joyce singing ‘agua de março’ or astrud gilberto, or the version marisa monte and david byrne did for ‘red, hot and rio’, ‘sitting’ by cat stevens. ‘dumb things’ by paul kelly, the emotions singing ‘best of my love’, the idea of the congo and the mekong and of rusty tramp steamers sailing to up-river jungle ports, berlin in autumn just before the leaves fall, all the works of anselm kiefer and cy twombly, francesco clemente’s exotic watercolours, ��the pugilist’ sculpted in iron by robert brennan, marilyn manson’s ‘we’re killing strangers’, smokey robinson’s ’tracks of my tears’, the first whiff of salt air and coconut oil at an australian surf beach, longboarding on a glassy point break at wategos in byron bay, the mexican movie ‘y tu mama tambien’, almodovar’s ‘todo sobre mi madre’ and ‘matador’, cluttered but stylish old parisian apartments, any clapboard boatshed and jetty on a quiet bay or river bank, a stone cottage above a rocky north atlantic shore (in nova scotia, maybe, or shetland), solitude.

First published in Sick Lit magazine, USA, 2015.

#favouritethings #list #memories #memoir #poetry #diary

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mistyeyedbi-archive · 4 years ago

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Zuri Jackson Playlist

"Zuri Jackson, Wayhaven's spellbinding detective. Hangout with her too long and you might just fall to your knees, for multiple reasons." - Lucille whenever someone asks about her

Be Honest by Jorja Smith I know you want me / Every day, not only when you're lonely / You see, you think you know me / But you don't even know nothing about me / You see my, thick thighs / Lost when you look into my brown eyes / See, my little waist can make you switch sides / You never know the devil in a disguise

Livin La Vida Loca by Ricky Martin Once you've had a taste of her / You'll never be the same / Yeah, she'll make you go insane

No Angel by Beyoncé Underneath the pretty face is something complicated / I come with a side of trouble but I know that’s why you’re staying / Because you’re no angel either baby

Scared of Lonely by Beyoncé I'm scared of lonely / And I'm scared of being the only shadow I see along the wall / And I'm scared the only heartbeat I hear beating is my own / And I'm scared of being alone / I can't seem to breathe when I am lost in this dream; I need you to hold me / I'm scared of lonely

Special Feature: Yours And Mine by Beyonce

You can't put your finger on who I am / I can't put my finger on who I am / I am complicated / I grew up with a lot of conflict and traumas / I've been through a lot, just like everyone else

Zuri x Adam

Leave Me Lonely by Ariana Grande So when you walk out that door / Don't you come back no more / My heart has had enough of the give and take / And as much as I want you to stay You're a dangerous love / Maybe you're no good for me, darling / Cause if you're gonna love me and leave me hanging here / Then I'd rather you leave me lonely / Even though it hurts

Away From You by Queen Naija Every time I think about you leaving I go insane / Every time I think about leaving / I can't walk away from you / Away from you / Even if I wanted to

Stand Still by Zayn Malik Skies of blue and birds of yellow / Flowers growing just to bloom / A million chances of our glances / Catching eyes across the room / If time stands still / Move I will to you

We Have Time by Sabrina Claudio We got time to grow / To think / To breathe the air we need / Let the daylight sink / So you and me can fall in sync

Special Feature: "Hope" is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers / That perches in the soul / And sings the tune without the words / And never stops - at all / And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard / And sore must be the storm / That could abash the little Bird / That kept so many warm

Zuri x Nate

Don't Judge Me by Janelle Monae Even though you tell me you love me / I'm afraid that you just love my disguise / Taste my fears and light your candle to my raging fire / Of broken desire

POV by Ariana Grande I'm gеtting used to receiving / Still gеtting good at not leaving / I'ma love you even though I'm scared / Learnin' to be grateful for myself

Safe With Me by Sam Smith I don’t care what your past is / I don’t need no answers / Just have faith in me / Don’t you know your secret’s safe with me? / All your worries can be put to, can be put to sleep

Every Kind Of Way by H.E.R I wanna love you in every kind of way / I wanna please you, no matter how long it takes / If the world should end tomorrow, then we only have today / I'm gonna love you in every kind of way

Special Feature: Wild Nights - Wild Nights! by Emily Dickinson

Wild Nights – Wild Nights! / Were I with thee / Wild Nights should be / Our luxury! / Futile – the winds / To a heart in port / Done with the compass / Done with the chart! / Rowing in Eden / Ah, the sea! / Might I moor – Tonight / In thee!

Zuri x Morgan

Take A Byte by Janelle Monae Take a byte (Just take a byte) / Help yourself (Help yourself) / It's alright (It's alright) /I won't tell (It feels so good when you nibble on it)

Gabriel by NAO I really get a rush from you / And I try to hide my crush on you / When I gotta touch, I gotta trust / I gotta feel that you want me too, yeah / I really get a rush from you

James Joint by Rihanna I'd rather be breaking things / 'Cause we can't see / We're too busy kissing / Just making scenes / Here come the police / They know about your history / How you live and love like fuck rules? / Don't care why, just know I love you

Free by H.E.R Kissin' me goodnight / Wakin' up to the sunlight / But you only want me over late / Tall glass of lemonade / You don't ever say forever / Layin' next to me / But nights like this I wish I never / Said that I was free

Special Feature: Call Me Back by R.LUM.R

Yo, um, if you could call me when you get this that would be… / That would be really great, because I just feel like… / There’s just a lot of questions, you know? / And... I don't really know where we stand anymore / I feel like I love you but I feel like you... / Just love my body, or love me in your bed / I just can't, I just can’t, just tell or decide, if, uh / You want me or you just want somebody next to you / 'Cause I just feel like I'm always here and I feel like… / I just need you to call me back soon / 'Cause I don’t want to jump to conclusions / But that’s definitely how it feels with you / And it’s felt like that for a while so… / Uh, so just call me back / Okay, bye

#twc #twc playlist #ive spent sooo much time on this lmao #i tried to keep everything in theme #so there were a lot of songs that didnt make it on the list #but im pretty proud of how it flows #like a mini story #oc: zuri jackson

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adapembroke · 5 years ago

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Reading Tarot Like The Empress

There is a story told about the poet Rainer Maria Rilke. Finding himself in a state that we would now call writers block, he got a job as a secretary to a sculptor he admired, Rodin. (You might know Rodin but not know you do. He is most famous for the sculpture called “The Thinker,” the guy sitting with his head in his hand like he’s nursing a headache.) Rilke was young when he went to work for Rodin, but not completely inexperienced. He had a couple of books of poems under his belt already. He had even developed a style and a method. Like the High Priestess, his process was an introverted one. He looked within. Inspiration came from his inner life and memories, and he waited around the shore of his unconscious for inspiration to strike. When he went to work for Rodin, this process was failing him. He didn’t want to sit around and wait for the muse anymore. He just wanted to get to work. Rodin had a reputation for being a craftsman, for setting his mind to a project and making it without theatrics, and Rilke wanted to learn how to do that. He hoped that by spending time around the artist, he would learn Rodin’s secret and become a craftsman of words.

One day, Rodin asked how Rilke’s poetry was going. Rilke told him about his troubles, and Rodin gave him this advice: Go to the zoo. Choose an animal, and look at it until you really see it. It might take weeks, he said, but Rilke should be patient.

Rilke went. He chose the panther and sat in front of its cage until he was inspired to write the poem “The Panther.” When I read that poem, I see this: That man is bored. He is so tired of looking at this big cat walking back and forth in front of iron bars, he can’t stand it anymore. There is nothing else in the world but this cat and this cage. He can’t move until he really sees this thing, whatever that means. The only thing he knows is that it isn’t happening. Every once in awhile, he thinks he has a flash of inspiration, but then it vanishes, and he’s not sure of anything anymore.

I imagine Rilke walking away from the Panther’s cage clutching the notebook that will hold the collection that he will eventually call New Poems. The notebook is ragged from his constant handling it of but the pages are blank, all except for one, and that page contains only a single short poem about a panther.

At least, after all of that, I got a poem, he must have been thinking.

Turning Toward The World

In Rilke’s path through the Fool’s Journey, “The Panther” is the turning point between the High Priestess and the Empress. The High Priestess looks within. Just like your eyes need a moment to adjust when you have been staring at a book for hours and then look out the window, this poem is the process of Rilke changing the focus of his vision from his inner world to the outer world.

In “The Panther,” he doesn’t quite escape the inner world. It’s hard to tell if the poem is about the poet or the panther.

But then something extraordinary happens.

He conducts the experiment again. This time, he looks at an ancient, headless sculpture of Apollo and writes “Archaic Torso of Apollo.” The poem begins with the same structure, a description of the sculpture, a poetic version of the type of work visual artists do when they are rolling around an idea and make a lot of sketches just looking at what they want to draw. Instead of focusing on what he sees, though, he cheats a little and focuses on what you can’t see, beginning his poem with, “We cannot know his legendary head.”

Then he has an epiphany:

From all the borders of itself,

burst like a star: for there is no place

that does not see you. You must change your life.

His epiphany is the shock of recognition. The panther had eyes but saw nothing. The statue, despite the fact that it has no head, sees him, and in that moment Rilke’s eyes are opened, and he sees.

What was that moment of recognition like? What burst like a star? He doesn’t say, and if you’re feeling in a particular mood you might make guesses in a certain direction. But. I’m going to take what he said about “stars” and go a bit further with it.

The process by which stars burn is called fusion. When stars burn, a practically infinite number of chemical reactions happen in which two atoms join—fuse—together and become a third thing.

“The Panther” is, really, about Rilke. The panther is the object onto which he projects his inner world. It’s a great poem as a poem, but he’s trying to break out of that High Priestess mode, and he’s just not getting it yet. It’s still all about him. The panther is a metaphor for himself. In “Archaic Torso of Apollo,” it starts being about his gaze, and then his gaze and the statue’s gaze meet, and those deeper eyes, the ones that refused so frustratingly to open in “The Panther,” open wide in shock at the spectacle of seeing something that is not Rilke himself. In “Archaic Torso of Apollo,” he stops considering the statue as an object to play his own heart strings on and encounters it as an Other, what the philosopher Martin Buber called a “Thou.” The object of Rilke’s poem is not longer an “it,” an object to use or experience. The statue is a being with whom he can have a relationship of dialog. Rilke’s seeing talks to the statue’s seeing, and they (or Rilke, at least) find a mutual understanding. This Other sees him, and Rilke sees this Other, and, in really seeing, Rilke falls in love, and fusion happens. The resulting work is a love poem to a ruined work of art, a third thing that comes from these two seeing each other.

The Empress Of The Senses

If you read Tarot books, you’ll be told that the Empress is about the senses. The focus here immediately goes to pleasure. You are often told to savor sensual experiences. That’s great. Sometimes when the Empress comes up in a reading, all you really need is a bath with lots of sparkly things in it.

But there is a tradition in many cultures of seeing empresses as divine. If the Empress was a goddess, what would that mean? What if you really held the senses to be sacred?

The senses are by their very nature an encounter with the Other. You see seagulls. You taste the bitterness of your tea. You smell the heady, spicy, slightly trippy smell of frankincense. You hear the wind blow. You feel your lover’s hand on your leg, palm up, waiting for you to take their hand in yours. These encounters, if you are vulnerable and open yourself up to them, are sacred, encounters with the Holy Other. It is through these encounters that we experience the Holy Thou.

Empathy is a high-flying abstract word that has somehow managed in certain communities to become a burden and a point of pride. A similar, maybe better, term is ”resonance.“ Resonance happens when a thing that happens to one thing also happens to another thing. Andrea Gibson captures it beautifully in her poem, “Say Yes.”

When two violins are placed in a room

if a chord on one violin is struck

the other violin will sound the note.

Resonance an essential element in divinatory readings. We’ve talked about how to read like the Fool, how to open yourself up to enchantment while working with the Magician, and how to tap into your own intuition in the High Priestess. The wisdom of the Empress in readings is the wisdom of relationship. There’s a huge Venus glyph in a heart on the RWS card as if Pamela Coleman Smith wanted to shake us and say, “It’s about love, people!”

When I do a reading for someone, I lay out the cards or pull up the birth chart. When I first look, the symbols are just “its” to me. They’re tools for me to use to work my craft. I stare at them for awhile. I make connections. I build associations. I connect what I’m seeing with what my intuition is saying. When I’m doing a past life reading, I’m reading the birth chart specifically with the goal of figuring out what a person’s mistakes have been. I take my little candle and set out into the darkness of the human heart, but when I really sit with a chart when I’m doing a past life reading, there never fails to be a moment when I snap into Empress mode. The experience is just like how Rilke describes it. It’s like a star suddenly bursts into life. An image comes to me—usually literally when I’m doing past life readings—and I see the person I’m reading for as a person. It’s no longer about the Hermit or the Star or Judgement. It’s about a very lonely person who wants so badly to shine but is afraid of being judged. I encounter them as a “Thou.”

The Peacemaker Queen

We discussed the High Priestess as participating in the Dark Goddess archetype. The Empress is the other divine feminine archetype in the major arcana. She is the Mother Goddess, an archetype she shares with Demeter, Gaia, and the Virgin Mary.

The archetypes of the RWS are deeply rooted in the roles of Medieval Europe. In Medieval Europe, the queen had two roles. The first was to make babies for the king. The second was to be an angel of mercy. It was the special right and responsibility of the queen to show compassion. A medieval king couldn’t be merciful, even if he wanted to. It would have made him look weak, and he would have been swarmed by his lords and assassinated as soon as they could get their weapons together. The queen had to carry all of the mercy for the two of them. She could appeal to the king publicly to spare condemned criminals. She could ask him to make peace in a time of war. He could listen to her without ruining his reputation and opening himself up to attack.

Much has been made of the sexism in this role, so I won’t dwell on it here. Instead, I will point out that this role is descended from a sacred office. The right to come between two armies and stop a war was one that belonged to the ancient Druids. They had to spend twenty years studying to earn that right—which says something, I think, about how much the Celts loved war. Much of that study was in learning to divine, and I suspect that in a warrior culture, no small part of that was about learning to find the Thou in the enemy and have the courage to show compassion. I doubt the monarchs of Medieval Europe remembered this old Druid role consciously when the queens took on this role—or I doubt the queens would have been allowed to take on that kind of power—but it is there in the cultural memory, the leader whose power comes from their ability to find that which is worth saving in the heart of the criminal, warlord, and traitor.

To me, this is the heart of the Empress. It’s about looking until you really see, listening until you really hear, touching until you really feel, tasting until you really taste, and smelling until…you get the idea; and through the senses encountering another self, finding what there is to love in the Thou you’re encountering. When you do that, you’re participating in the very force that makes the stars burn.

This post was originally published on Aquarius Moon Journal on 21 March 2020.

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marsandchariot · 4 years ago

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Mercury Retrograde through the lens of Reversals

No matter their ubiquity, Mercurial retrogrades always seem worth discussing—whether as a scapegoat for mishaps or as an invitation to subvert our typical approaches and modes of living in relation to communication, coordination and planning. Mercury is the planetary androgyne, ruler of Gemini and Virgo, and the messenger between the underworld and the surface world, facilitating an exchange of information between what is perceptible and what is not. Robert Hand describes Mercury as “neither the maps themselves, nor the languages, nor the mechanical media in which data is stored, nor…any of the representational signs themselves. It is the process of creating the maps or the languages, of storing the data or the signs, and of making sure that maps created in one medium correspond to the original set of experiences, ideas or signs that the map represents.” Beyond material practices, such as reading and writing, we might also see Mercury’s mapmaking technology incorporate psychic, spiritual, and mental health tools.

We decided to consider some principles of this retrograde through the lens of the Star—Aquarius’ equivalent—paired with the Magician—the equivalent of Mercury—in reverse. As in the case of retrograde versus direct, a reversal is not strictly the binary opposite of the upright position.

Looking at the Star and the Magician, it’s hard at first to see the similarities. But both have something to say about balance, given the positioning of their arms, the actions of their hands, and both figures are surrounded by verdure .

However, the way these figures inhabit their surroundings is quite different. In the Star, there is a sense of freedom and openness. Often this card conjures for me the image of Milton’s Eve in Paradise Lost when she is drawn to and mesmerized by her own reflection in water (a moment that also makes me think of Lilith). She turns away because of the insistence with which Adam demands her attention, prescribing the narrative that she should be concerned only with his needs and desires.

But, within the Star, one is able to remain in that space of meditation and reflection in service of their deeper, at times imperceptible desires, and in doing so they are better able to attune themselves to the vibrations of the collective. An inner space in service of receptivity and attunement is an ideal space of creativity, where ideas can self-generate without judgement, and pour out, seemingly without end. Without disruption.

Here is where we see concepts of Mercury creeping in. The Star is about the free-flow of ideas, tapping into the unconscious to see and contemplate what is drawn forth, what fills the cups and fertilizes the earth (or The World, the card that seemingly “ends” the cycle before beginning again with The Fool’s leap into the unknown). The Star asks how these ideas might manifest in the material world. What kind of inner environment are our thoughts creating and cultivating? How does ideation contribute to expressions of our desires? Our highest selves?

And of course we cannot ignore the stars, the card’s namesake. Above the figure’s head, the cluster of stars in the light blue sky conjure up the ever-presence of the constellations and their mythologies. They genuflect to how and why we read our birth charts, a snapshot of the stars and planets in the sky at the time of our entrance into the physical world, in order to understand the influence and trace impressions left by archetypes in the makeup of ourselves.

The bird over the figure’s right shoulder (from our perspective in the Smith-Waite card) is simultaneously among the stars and sitting in a tree--either caught in the act of landing or preparing to take off. As Rachel Pollack points out in Seventy-Eight Degrees of Wisdom:A Book of Tarot, the bird “is an ibis, a symbol of the Egyptian god Thoth, who was considered the inventor of all arts, from poetry to pottery. Literally he taught the first artists their techniques, but on a more symbolic level, we can say that all creative action stems originally from the pool of unformed energy.” In the image of The Star, the figure simultaneously gazes into and draws from and disperses water, a symbol of this vibrant and unformed energy.

Somewhat similarly (but importantly different) the Magician has all their creative tools at the ready. Like anyone who practices an art or skill or ritual, the Magician has collected all the tools they will need and has set the table with them. With their Hermetic pose--“as above, so below”--the Magician calls to their muses or gods or guides, creating (both literally and figuratively) a bridge for communication. The card signals an understanding of this relationship between the physical and the spiritual, the inner and the outer, the importance of this connection, this communication (here is Mercury again).

However, where the Star expresses/embodies this relationship nakedly and mostly only via cups and water, the Magician has on layers of clothing and all the different kinds/methods of tools at hand (the pentacle = earth, the cup = water, the sword = air, the wand = fire). The Magician tells us we have the ability to create, that we have all the tools we need, but asks how we will use them. Will we use them? Do we know how to use them? Are we acting as a conduit? And if so, for what? Or are we skipping this important first step of opening lines of communication which the Magician is enacting for us, focusing on material means rather than psychic or spiritual cultivation?

It makes sense that the Magician is linked to Mercury. The archetype reminds us that all of our tools for communication/expression need a space at the table. All of them need tending. The cup represents our emotions; the pentacle, our material conditions; the sword, our thoughts/words;,and the wand, our actions. No wonder when this card is reversed (or when Mercury is in retrograde) we feel as if we are fumbling, that we have lost control of how we form expressions, as well as how we receive them. The tools we usually trust are overwhelmed by the frequencies they encounter. Even on our best days, it can seem difficult to align all these facets of our relationship with the world, being reversed (or in retrograde) makes it all that much harder.

We can also think of The Star in reverse. During a Mercury retrograde in Aquarius, as a collective we might feel even more psychically blocked, like all of our thoughts are stuck, or we are not easily understood; like we can’t get anything out of our head and materialized in the physical. We might feel unable to find the right words, create narratives that make sense; we feel we are disconnected from reality when what we are more feeling is a disconnection from our inner selves. Maybe we feel too much the demands of others, allowing ourselves to be distracted. Perhaps our thoughts are feeling more like mud than flowing water; instead of a reflective pool we see only the dregs of the earth.

Aquarius zooms out to look down, gaining perspective by separating and floating above. By this vantage, Aquarius seeks to understand and design solutions to meet the needs of the collective. But sometimes the presence of the collective looms larger in the imagination than it does in lived experience. You may feel a pull to perform or provide in a way that creates undue pressure on yourself and your individual activity. Even in solitude, you may feel a lack of time for yourself or energy for your own interests. When the demands of others resound louder for us than our own needs, and we lose track of what those needs are, we are vulnerable to injury and self-desiccation--mentally, spiritually, physically. Sometimes it is easier to imagine and respond emotionally to a lack of collective compassion than it is to cultivate compassion for ourselves. Wherever Mercury is transiting your chart, issues related to that house (and planets with which Mercury is copresent) are lighting up for you. Wherever this is occurring, it is likely that what’s needed is to unplug from whatever theater of others’ perceptions you are enacting in order to impose judgments on your own inner world. Once you disengage from this enactment, you may better receive the input provided by your feelings. It is this feedback--rather than the feedback of judgment--that can inform you on next steps to take in working through blockages imposed upon your activity at this time.

The Star can remind us to look at how Mercury is affecting us personally in our own individual charts so that we can productively work to counteract any “negative” responses or at least to prepare, like the Magician, with whatever tools are at our disposal, and, like the Star, in congress with the flow of energy within.

MERCURY RX TRANSITING AQUARIUS IN 1ST

It may feel difficult to transmit or communicate your needs in the way you’re used to. What strategies—especially nonverbal ones—that otherwise yield results are for these next few weeks falling flat; what you’re putting down isn’t getting picked up. Ask yourself what you are attempting to attract—is it assistance? Reassurance? Solidarity? Praise? Channels you usually trust to bring in important feedback feel blocked, or murky. You’re not being rejected; your signal just isn’t cutting through the fog right now. You may have to ask explicitly for what usually arrives naturally, or you may have to change the way you’re communicating the sense of gap or need you’re experiencing; it’s not as perceptible or legible as you think.

MERCURY RX TRANSITING AQUARIUS IN 2ND

You may experience issues in articulating professional or otherwise transactional boundaries. Things you’re accustomed to doing for others feel during this time like they outweigh the returns you receive. This retrograde might give you a sense of, “What have they done for me lately?” Instead of stewing in this feeling, consider boundaries for the future; don’t let moods determine what you’re willing or unwilling to do. Re-draw your contracts and commitments, and instead of centering your highest energy and capacity, take some consideration for days when your energy is low and your capacity is slim. If you set professional boundaries with these in mind, your commitments will not pose as much of a burden on the days when you would rather do anything but honor them. Our senses of personal injustice can make us feel incredibly alone. These boundaries will be your advocate when you feel unsupported, your proof when you are disbelieved.

MERCURY RX TRANSITING AQUARIUS IN 3RD

Generally speaking, since about this time last year, normal routines have been upended. You may be experiencing a specific or micro increase of this disruption. This could be anything—from finishing a TV show you were religiously watching to no longer having access to a regular medical prescription. You’ve reached the end of a supply of something nourishing—perhaps sooner than you anticipated. It’s okay to grieve even the smallest expirations of our daily rituals and routines; we can’t always predict how deeply felt these losses may be when they occur, and they can set off emotional chain reactions that feel much larger and more all-consuming than the ritual itself. Forgive yourself for reaching “the end” without something to take its place, and try to open yourself to whatever will next captivate your attention. Devote time to closing the gap between the end of one thing and the beginning of another, without putting pressure on yourself to immediately fill the gap. Time spent searching for something to do is as worthy an activity as the new task or routine that will eventually occupy you.

MERCURY RX TRANSITING AQUARIUS IN 4TH

You may be experiencing issues in regard to living situations. I think it’s important to consider this phrase not just in relation to the circumstances in which you currently reside, and the attendant issues of rent, roommates, etc, but also as it applies to childhood, memory, and permutations of wider-spanning political or ecological situations. In framing political stances or inquiries, we are often implicitly asking about our rights to life, and what the standards of living ought to be; we situate ourselves as one surface in a tessellation of needs that though theoretically fit together in congruence are necessarily different in expression. How is it that we can live with others? What is our past experience of others—living together or not—that informs the way we see ourselves as part of a community among them? 4th house issues may describe the ways in which we are haunted by childhood experience. When a cosmic body enters the 4th house, it is stirring up past or congealed—but not quite healed—topics. What feels irresolvable usually feels inexpressible; if something feels difficult to express it may be due to an attempt to express a vulnerable truth that in our past was not heard or was misinterpreted in some way. To be misunderstood and disbelieved by our family, in particular, plants the seed that we may never be believed or accepted by the people closest to us. It may feel easier to make an announcement to the world than to one close friend. How does our audience change the way we attempt to resolve our issues in language? Instead of seeking validation or consummate belief, to whom can you turn in order to feel heard? If there is not an individual in your life who fulfills this need, is there a way in the meantime to crystallize your language so that when a trusted friend presents themselves, you are prepared to share with generosity, lucidity, and confidence?

MERCURY RX TRANSITING AQUARIUS IN 5TH

You may have to adjust your expectations for what you’ve been working on. Maybe things have been flowing easily and have now somewhat stalled. It seems like there comes a time, usually towards the 8th month, when a childbearing person can only utter the phrase, “I’m ready for them to be out of me!” 5th house Aquarius placements may feel a similar blockage in production, where they can envision this form that is fully articulate within them and yet not prepared to be in the world. It is extremely uncomfortable. To switch organisms: in the final stages of avian birth, the pores of the eggshell have expanded to allow entry to proteins that feed the bird embryo. This is to say that the stability of the shell is compromised in order to support the growth of the organism held within. Without this compromise, the bird could not be born. So, 5th house Aquarians, I offer two directives—firstly, hold on to what’s inside you, without seeing the discomfort as a failure to produce, trusting instead that the urgency you feel is itself part of the productive process; secondly, make sure you have not sealed yourself off from elements of nutritive change, even if you consider yourself in final or definite stages of your current occupation or project.

MERCURY RX TRANSITING AQUARIUS IN 6TH

You can justify taking time for yourself. You may feel as if you need to create structure to occupy your unstructured time, especially since opportunities to engage with others can suddenly feel few and far between, leaving us lonely or lacking in some way. Otherwise you may feel the need to fill time with a “productive” activity. But we cannot underestimate the importance of planned planlessness, even when it feels almost too abstract to defend from the invitations and schedules of others. If you are feeling overwhelmed, it is likely due to a lack of unstructured time—an important resource in our efforts to physically and psychically recharge. Your unstructured time is not a blank space in your schedule that needs to be filled, but an important period of replenishment, one in which those things to which you may not usually attend will float to the surface in order to be considered.

MERCURY RX TRANSITING AQUARIUS IN 7TH

Our conditions of estrangement are not set in stone. Who do you need to check in on, and how are you going to do it? Zoom and Facetime have gotten a lot of play as resources of connection in light of reduced ability to be together in person, but this may not be the way you want to communicate with everyone you’d like to connect with. Think about the people you have been meaning to get in touch with, and then consider the medium by which you would most like to reach them. Think about the people who are in your thoughts but for whatever reason—perhaps an anxiety of it seeming “too random.” Make a point of reaching out in some way to the person who’s crossing your mind but you’ve refrained from contacting due to ideas of communication only being normal if it’s consistent (though obviously respect the boundaries of someone if they’ve explicitly asked you not to contact them). Consider too your specific reason for reaching out. Honor the impetus for someone’s presence in your mind. You don’t have to reveal what might be considered pertinent information—if what causes you to reach out is a movie, book, etc. you thought this person might like, give yourself permission to make this the center of your connection.

MERCURY RX TRANSITING AQUARIUS IN 8TH

We might consider the illuminative potential of the retrograde as it sheds light on where we confuse judgments with feelings. While feelings offer feedback on our experience of circumstances in our lives, judgments preclude us from seeking alternative actions and reactions to circumstances outside of our control by entrenching us in cycles that confirm our judgments of ourselves and others. We lose touch with the way we feel and instead translate that feeling into an assumption of others’ negative opinion of us. Sometimes it is easier to either judge ourselves or to defend ourselves against this perception of others’ judgments than it is to investigate how it is we feel. We may seek to change ourselves as we imagine we are in others’ eyes, or perhaps we lash out at those by whom we feel judged. What is important to remember is that this emotional activity is something only we have access to--those against whom we defend ourselves cannot see the inner workings of our feelings and judgments. The 8th house can speak to a need to untangle oneself from the action of the interior, or to calibrate emotional experience to actions we can take rather than judging ourselves through the imagined perspectives of others.

MERCURY RX TRANSITING AQUARIUS IN 9TH

As in what’s potentially unfolding in the 2nd house, you may be sorely feeling a lack of returns for what you’re investing in the institution of which you are a part. But this isn’t quite speaking to an issue of money or professional work. It’s more like a situation where you are speaking to God and God isn’t speaking back--not a lack of support, or a lack of reward, but a lack of faith as its own reward is preventing you from feeling connected to both individual and collective purpose, or your individual purpose as it operates within the collective. Frustrations arise from an inability to derive your own reasons to continue participating or contributing. Maybe a community that was previously physical or in person has become excessively diminished by a translation, for example, to Zoom; or, by going on hiatus, a gathering that once provided stability has instead created instability through its absence in a way that feels unsolvable. The dedication you used to feel as a kind of moral directive, in short, is simply not there. Consider the nature of your faith; what does it need in order to survive? Does it need routine? Does it need an object or material representation? Does it need to create, nurture, revise? Faithlessness often contributes to cycles where we feel disinclined to invest energy in what we perceive as inauthentic structures, or structures that are not demanding or imposing enough that we feel the immediate effects of transformation. Remember that these structures cannot convince you of authenticity, and structures alone cannot work positively upon you without your consent; if you are waiting to be forced into alignment, it will not happen. Find opportunities to enter into ritual practices without objectives of self-conversion; decenter your own belief as a kind of challenge that practitioners have to meet in order to “win you over” or “convince” you. The point of faith is not to be scrubbed of your own skepticism--that’s not what truly compassionate institutions are designed to do. An institution that seeks to remove your powers of discernment is not truly interested in helping you to cultivate an individual purpose or process. What matters on your part within a worthy institution is a willingness to explore the options available to you, and to incorporate from those offerings however they feel useful in the project of daily existence.

MERCURY RX TRANSITING AQUARIUS IN 10TH

Similar to action in the 1st house, you may be experiencing a block in what you’re transmitting to others--not just socially, but professionally. You may feel your efforts, into which, due to this current stellium, you’re able to pour tremendous energy, are going unacknowledged or unappreciated. Remember that while your head is feeling heavy with a crown, others may feel this weight elsewhere in ways that are less visible and bring them to places of depletion. It is likely that in many ways your frustration is a version of what others are experiencing, but the way that you experience it in the context of a public or social role can make you feel as if you are alone and everyone is against you. This can feel extremely unfair. What’s needed here, however, is radical empathy, a recognition that your access to language to describe the unfairness you feel is something to which others at this time may not be able to access in their own situations. What you are perceiving as tacit criticism is in reality the general atmosphere of isolation and alienation as it influences the dispositions of others. If you are looking to see yourself reflected positively in the behavior of others, you will be disappointed. It may feel that your efforts are floating into the ether rather than manifesting in any material way. But this is the work of the Aquarian midheaven (which may be located here for you, if Aquarius is in your 10th house). To respond to the needs of the collective means often to work without evidence of efficacy or receipt. Trusting in these effects may help ease the pain in what you experience as invisibility.

MERCURY RX TRANSITING AQUARIUS IN 11TH

Here instead of an imagined collective you may actually be dealing with a group of people of which you are a part, perhaps a group you are even responsible for governing or organizing in some way. And the truth is it is difficult to continue to provide for people when the resources available to us are so lacking, even if we refer only to the resources of knowledge and information. You are at a loss to provide answers. You cannot give a date at which others’ lives as they know them will resume. You cannot tell people how to live. When you are called upon to offer guidance, try not to think in macro terms of how to live, but rather in the realm of dailiness, of what can be done in increments that build towards a practice rather than an outcome. Study your own habits for clues. Experiment in your own life with diverse and alternative strategies. By diversifying your own knowledge sources and practices, you will be better prepared to honor the unforeseen circumstances that arise among the collective to which you are offering support.

MERCURY RX TRANSITING AQUARIUS IN 12TH

In The Twelfth House: The Hidden Power In the Horoscope, Karen Hamaker-Zondag writes, “To immerse yourself in the 12th house, as if losing yourself in another world, is a process that creates much more inner balance than might at first be supposed.” She describes material creativity--as in a craft--as a way to lose oneself; this kind of creativity is not about designing a project or planning an outcome, but on losing oneself in the action or exertion in the shaping of material. This might be work with clay, or wood; it might be a textile project, or cooking. Beyond the acquisition and cultivation of technique, distinctions and evaluations have no place here; a surrender to technique is about a spiritual investment in the moment without the caveat of outcome. A retrograde here is asking for you to climb out from a place of numbness and into a place of tranquility, which is a state of calm that is not empty or anesthetized but closer to a feeling of unconditional attendance--which is a lot like love. To give rein to embodied practice is to accept the possibility of learning from ourselves, even when we don’t intend to reflect and derive meaning from our experience. The 12th house asks us to trust in the unconscious production of wisdom and knowledge, which a ritual kinetic practice can help us to evoke.

Decks used: Star Power Tarot, Pamela Colman Smith Borderless Edition; Many Queens Tarot

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REVIEWING THE CHARTS: 30/01/2021 (Wellerman, Fredo, Sabrina Carpenter, Billie Eilish & ROSALÍA)

I’ve never been more thankful for a song being this big – “drivers license” by Olivia Rodrigo spends a third week at #1, blocking “WITHOUT YOU” by The Kid LAROI at #2. Thank God. Anyway, we’ve got 10 new arrivals so let’s cut the chit-chat and start REVIEWING THE CHARTS.

Rundown

Of course, after this brief rundown we always do. Thankfully, the site actually updated last week, so I can go through this as routinely as possible. For drop-outs, it’s a lot of recent new arrivals falling out either off the debut or a few weeks after – most of them being pretty crap – but we do have some notable drop-outs, like “Forever Young” by Becky Hill, “Plugged In Freestyle” by A92 and Fumez the Engineer, “pov” by Ariana Grande, “Love is a Compass” by Griff, “Tick Tock” by Clean Bandit and Mabel featuring 24kGoldn, “Lasting Lover” by Sigala and James Arthur, and finally, “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran. Now to move onto the chart proper, we do have some movement to discuss. Firstly, we have some fallers, those being “Dynamite” by BTS at #32, “positions” by Ariana Grande at #39, “Lemonade” by Internet Money and Gunna featuring Don Toliver and NAV at #41, “All I Want” by Olivia Rodrigo at #43 off of the return, “SO DONE” by The Kid LAROI at #46, “Best Friend” by Saweetie featuring Doja Cat at #47, “Midnight Sky” by Miley Cyrus at #48, “What You Know Bout Love” by the late Pop Smoke at #51, “Wellerman” by the Longest Johns practically being replaced at #52 (We’ll discuss this more later), “See Nobody” by Wes Nelson and Hardy Caprio at #53, “Notorious” by Bugzy Malone and Chip at #55, “Looking for Me” by Paul Woodford, Diplo and Kareen Lomax at #60, “Bad Boy” by the late Juice WRLD and Young Thug unfortunately purging to #62, “WAP” by Cardi B featuring Megan Thee Stallion at #67, “Pinging (6 Figures)” by Central Cee crashing off of the debut to #72 and “Diamonds” by Sam Smith at #74, joining our two returning entries – which are just older songs getting another brief pick-up at the bottom of the charts. Those are “Baby Shark” by Pinkfong and “Shallow” by Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper at #75 and #73 respectively, by the way. Oh, and we also have “Martin & Gina” by Polo G at #65, but I honestly can’t see that song going anywhere – and I really like it. This doesn’t mean that we don’t have any gains, however, as finally, we can see some rising hits trying to fill in the cracks, like both of Rudimental’s debuts from last week: “Be the One” with MORGAN, TIKE and Digga D is up to #58, whilst the incredibly worse single “Regardless” with RAYE is cracking into the top 40 at #40. Sigh, well, we do have some more promising gains, like... “Heat Waves” by Glass Animals at #38? “Friday” by Riton, Nightcrawlers and Musafa & Hypeman at #37 off of the debut? Okay, 2021 might end up being pretty rough, huh? Thankfully, we have a plentiful amount of new arrivals to waive any of my fears, so let’s just start with those.

NEW ARRIVALS

#70 – “Overpriced” – M Huncho

Produced by Quincy Tellem

Oh, come on! Okay, so this is M Huncho, UK trao’s answer to the late MF DOOM, except without any of the lyrical complexity, storytelling abilities, genuine wit, charming sampling and production techniques, brilliant discography... he’s pretty much just a guy whose main gimmick is the mask, and it’s on this single cover too, seemingly in a museum. This song in particular is just one of these melodic trap cuts with wavy acoustic guitars blended with synths beyond recognition, topped off with odd bass mastering and a checked-out performance from M Huncho, who spends way too much time on his verses going “doo-doo-doo-doo-doo”, before the beat switches for a verse that fades out after like 20 seconds. What’s the point of any of this, honestly? It’s not awful – the bass does kind of knock – but I really don’t understand why this is here, or why M Huncho is a big name. It’s not even as good as AJ Tracey’s trap bangers and it’s not even as funny as D-Block Europe, which I’m surprised by, considering that he had his own stupid hit with “Pee Pee” around this time last year, and that song was actually good. Also, M Huncho, what do you think your fans get from you dissing them? If you’re going to brag about your “house by the lake” and then rap about how some unnamed individual “still lives at their mum’s in a council estate”, consider that a lot of your audience will still live with their parents in council housing or be surrounded by people who do. Someone who really came from poverty should know that this is classist and disrespectful to your own demographic. Yeah, this is worthless. Why’s this guy still charting? At least Young Adz knows how to write a hook.

#65 – “New Love” – Silk City and Ellie Goulding

Produced by Silk City and Picard Brothers

Okay, so we do have some energy on the chart – or at least half of the credited acts have. Silk City is a duo of producers, those being Diplo, a true weirdo in mainstream EDM who’s honestly kind of fascinating and oftentimes a fluke genius (especially in its work in Major Lazer and Jack U with Skrillex), and Mark Ronson, one of the greatest producers of the 21st century so far, probably most known for “Uptown Funk!”. These guys did have a hit together with Dua Lipa in 2018 in the form of “Electricity”, but it’s been a while and I’m interested to see how they work with the complete non-presence that is Ellie Goulding. It’s with some level of disappointment that I say that she’s not a non-presence here, as this is otherwise a pretty neat house tune with some excellent 90s keys and a deep-house groove I think is pretty fun. The strings in the pre-chorus are great and build-up to a fantastic chorus... or at least the instrumental is fantastic, because Goulding is a waste here, mixed way too high and honestly just faltering her vocals here. She sounds awkward through multi-tracking and even worse without it, as she clearly goes for a rough swagger that cannot work with her light, almost fairy-like voice she’s relied on much of her career. The intricacies of this production are really admirable, but Goulding was clearly an afterthought. With a real diva on vocals, or honestly just a sample of a soul or diva house track, this could be excellent. As it is, I’m bored. Next.

#63 – “Typhoons” – Royal Blood

Produced by Royal Blood

Oh, okay. Well, this is a pleasant surprise. Royal Blood are an English garage rock duo that rock pretty hard, and don’t go for anything else beyond that, which to me is a breath of fresh air, and, yeah, this is good. Is it as good as their debut? Of course not, their biggest hit “Figure it Out” is still incredible, and this one goes for a more synthesized 70s feel, even accentuated by disco keys in the pre-chorus. The riffs are still here though, as that main guitar line is pretty awesome. I see this as a mix of garage rock revival bands from the 2000s like the White Stripes, as well as some stoner-adjacent bands like Queens of the Stone Age, with a more classic hard-rock groove and Mike Kerr’s signature yelp, and it works for what it is, so I’m excited for that upcoming single. Nothing’s particularly impressive here, but I’ll definitely go for this over the rest of what we have charting, so I’m not complaining. This is good, you should check these guys out, even if they tend to be a bit derivative. That tense bridge with the looming background vocals and intensifying riff is genuinely epic, by the way, even if there isn’t much more of a pay-off behind just... the chorus again, which ends up rendering as flat as a result. Regardless, it’s a good break from the norm – which for a chart week like this, I’m especially glad is here.

#61 – “Your Love (9PM)” – ATB, Topic and A75

Produced by ATB, Topic and Rudi Dittmann

German DJ ATB was showing his girlfriend his new recording studio when he got carried away with a single guitar sound and made a song out of it, “9PM (Till I Come)”, named after the time the track was finished. Later on, he took the track and added some whispered vocals from Spanish model Yolanda Riviera. This happened in 1999, by the way, when this song was released to great success in Europe, leading to a hilariously dated album cover but still a UK #1. The song is honestly kind of bad, relying on a pretty typical house groove, ugly MIDI guitars and that seductive vocal loop. Regardless, since 90s nostalgia has come way too fast, Topic has remixed the track with A75, a collaboration we’ve seen before on “Breaking Me” from last year, which sucked. To be fair, the original song is pretty empty, so I’m interested to hear A75 add some vocals... and he just sounds pained over a deep-house rip of the original. The ugly MIDI melody stays, just now it’s drowned out and even more synthesized – this is the guitar sound you liked so much? I hope she left you. Let’s move on.

#59 – “My Head & My Heart” – Ava Max

Produced by Jonas Blue, Earwulf and Cirkut

Speaking of being bored, here’s pop singer Ava Max, with a new lead single from the deluxe edition of her debut studio album, Heaven & Hell. This one’s produced by Jonas Blue, which, alongside a redundant “Jonas Blue remix”, is probably why it’s charting. What’s sad is it’s not really very good, as the vocals are over-processed over fake hand-claps and clipping mixes that make those plastic synths sound even worse. Admittedly, I like the rubbery future bass-esque bass line here, but that’s really as far as my appreciation for this goes, as the writing is non-existent, and Ava Max is barely here. It’s honestly really similar to “New Love”, except this one’s not even as interesting as that track, going for an exhaustingly tired house-pop style that while she is a natural fit for, it does make the 2000s synth-pop she started with sound inspired in comparison. Oh, and the “Jonas Blue remix” is practically a glorified bass-boost that makes this sound even uglier, so, yeah, skip this.

#42 – “Apricots” – Bicep

Produced by Bicep

Bicep is a Northern Irish electronic duo from Belfast, and this is an instrumental from their most recent album, Isles, which clearly must have stood out enough for it to debut at #42. I can understand why too, as that sample from Hugh Tracey’s African music recordings, particularly the vocal sample used, is really infectious and interesting. I don’t think everything surrounding it is enough to really make it less annoying, as it running through nearly the entirety of a four-minute track makes this sample lose its lustre too quickly. It runs its course far before the song has the chance to build up into a house track, with that sample crushing everything that isn’t the percussion in the mix anyway. The keys are really cool, and I can’t fault the strings and ambiance that keeps the song building up for as long as it does. It also takes a sample from a Bulgarian folk choir, which they paralleled to the Celtic folk they grew up hearing, and honestly, this is just a cool blending of global music rather than an actually good song, ending with me respecting this more than actually enjoying it. The synths by the end sound fantastic as does the Bulgarian chanting, but it doesn’t really have a great climax or drop to make the build-up worth it, defaulting to a generic house groove by the end that fades out before it can have any real impact. So, yeah, this isn’t bad, but feels like a waste of some really great ideas. I guess I can say that “Northern Irish remix of an English ethnomusicologist’s recordings of African music that also samples a Bulgarian folk tune” isn’t quite as much of a developed idea as “Kazakh remix of an American rapper of Guyanese descent’s trap song in a Brazilian house style released on a Russian record label”.

#35 – “Lo Vas A Olvidar” – Billie Eilish and ROSALÍA

Produced by FINNEAS

It’s not often that songs in non-English languages chart in the UK. Whilst in the US, Latin music is such a force that it’ll launch hits for many Spanish-speaking artists, this isn’t the case in decidedly smaller Britain, where a still multicultural society tends to produce art that is always in English. To be fair, we don’t have a place like Puerto Rico, and the few songs I’ve talked about this year that have been in a different language... well, basically the one song I can remember off the top of my head, was in a Nigerian Creole language. So, why’s a Spanish song by Spanish artist ROSALÍA charting so high? Well, it’s also a Billie Eilish song, and it’s also from the HBO teen drama Euphoria. Yeah, a teen drama makes a lot of sense for Eilish to soundtrack. This has been teased since 2019, and is actually ROSALÍA’s first song to chart here in the UK, so is it any good? Well, yeah, actually, it is. Both Eilish and ROSALÍA have excellent whispery tones that complement FINNEAS’ muted, ambient production perfectly, and their harmonisation sounds great, with both singing in Spanish here for the most part. That chorus is pretty janky, though, and I don’t really see the point in the Auto-Tuned interludes, even if they both sound great playing off of each other with a lot of tuning in the outro. This is pretty minimal and dare I say awkward, kind of eerie, so I don’t see it sticking around, but as a longing break-up track, they both sell it well. Next.

#28 – “Skin” – Sabrina Carpenter

Produced by Ryan McMahon

Joshua Bassett’s response flopped immensely, meaning that now it’s Sabrina Carpenter’s time to shine, because if it’s anything she gets out of this Disney love triangle, it’s a hit song, and people clearly want to hear more from the women than they do from Josh. Telling. Now I’m not one to follow Disney teen drama because this is all a marketing gimmick. I mean, the songs dropped every Friday so anyone who can’t see through this is either blind or... a child, and considering the audience, that second one is more likely, which is fine. Popular music is, ultimately, in the hands of teenagers and record executives, and all of these break-up response diss track... things, tend to feed into both hands, whilst also giving these talented young actors a bigger break. This is Carpenter’s first charting hit in the UK, after all. The song is decidedly worse than “drivers license” though, and by a lot, as the mixing here isn’t even competent, as Carpenter’s voice clips through these ugly pianos, worsened by how her voice does not sound great here at all, as she struggles through that terrible chorus. She may say that this isn’t a response to Rodrigo, but given the lyrics and how quickly this rushed release was put out, are we really supposed to believe that? The percussion here is gross as well, drowned in bad reverb that makes this just sound grey and dull. The strings building up to a climax are barely there, and when they are, they sound like they’re elevating a really garbage performance from Carpenter, who can barely keep up. This is supposed to be a ballad yet it sounds so stiff and controlled, meaning that Carpenter trying to let loose on the vocals makes this awkward and painful. I’m sorry, but this is really bad, and I hope it doesn’t stick around. Thankfully, I don’t see that happening.

#20 – “Back to Basics” – Fredo

Produced by Dave

Lil Chocolate Frog’s got a new record out this week that I’ve yet to hear, and this is the lead single, produced by his long-time friend and collaborator, Dave – who’s awesome. I’ve typically been less kind to his mate Fredo but honestly, his ever so slightly off-kilter style has grown on me too, and this song is a pretty good introduction to that. It’s one verse over rattling trap hi-hats and a really eerie vocal sample, and Fredo flows casually and smoothly over the beat, in his typical careless, just barely there style, which works well over a pretty subtle beat like this. Fredo’s lyrics are pretty interesting here too, as amidst flexing and gun-play, he has some pretty funny lines, although far from Dave’s wordplay, rather relying on fun one-liners where he says he’s “kind of Christian”, doing revision on drug trafficking, will run for mayor, and because of how much of the gang violence is sadly amongst ethnic minorities, he himself is racially profiling his “opps”. One line near the end of the track actually made me laugh, when he says he counts up twenties while eating porridge. It’s not funny on paper, sure, but the delivery is gold. He shows more character here than he has since “Funky Friday”, also with Dave, so I’m pretty excited to hear this record, which Dave actually executively produced. It’s also got the late Pop Smoke on a track with Young Adz, so at least I’ll let out more of those laughs. This lead single is pretty good though, and I can see it going top 10 next week with the album boost.

#3 – “Wellerman – Sea Shanty” (220 KID x Billen Ted Remix) – Nathan Evans

Produced by Saltwaves, Billen Ted and 220 KID

Last week, the sea shanty “Wellerman” charted as a cover by the Longest Johns. It’s a fine acapella cover, and this version, by Nathan Evans, was originally similarly acapella, except for the tap of a table as percussion to keep time. This version got even more viral on British TikTok, and if I recall correctly, he quit his job to be signed by Polydor, which is pretty scummy on Polydor’s part. I mean, you know this guy won’t have any more hits. Regardless, this version debuted at #3 thanks to a remix by DJs 220 KID and Billen Ted, three English producers. According to their Spotify duo, Billen Ted used to be a death metal band of all things but then transitioned into writing for dance-pop tunes, and have worked with 220 KID, even if this is technically only their second single. This remix is actually pretty cool to be honest, as it takes the original track and adds some needed energy, mostly through this generic 90s house beat and some admittedly really nice pianos. It’s nothing special, and I would usually criticise something this generic, but the song’s not even two minutes and it’s a pretty inoffensive remix that genuinely adds to the original song through that brilliant flip of the original hook melody in the drop, so I can’t complain. This won’t last, but I’m not mad that it’s here.

Conclusion

I’m actually somewhat pleased with this chart week, which I wasn’t expecting initially, as you can probably tell from my above cynicism. Regardless, we’ve got some variety here (though I don’t see much of it sticking) and I’ll give Best of the Week to Royal Blood for “Typhoons”, with a tied Honourable Mention for “Back to Basics” by Fredo, and, God damn it, “Wellerman” by Nathan Evans and remixed by 220 KID and Billen Ted. Shut up, it’s fun! Worst of the Week will probably go to Sabrina Carpenter’s “Skin”, with a Dishonourable Mention for the complete lack of effort that is M Huncho’s “Overpriced”, just being mildly offensive if anything. Here’s our top 10:

For next week, I mean, a girl can hope for some Weezer, but it’s more likely that we’ll be met with a Fredo album bomb and some scattered efforts from that middling Lil Durk deluxe edition. For now though, you can follow me @cactusinthebank for more ramblings and thanks for reading. I’ll see you next week.

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