#rich and poor

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

"trickle down" - aka "the rich pissing on the poor"

[lynnthefrenchtoast]

HEY YOU!!!

YES, YOU!!!

WHATS A GIRL GOTTA GET YOU TO READ HER KAZUSCARA ROMANCE DRAMA!?!?

not convinced?? WELL HEAR ME OUT

• enemies to lovers. CMON!!!! DONT YOU LOVE ENEMIES TO LOVERS!?????

• marriage of convenience. BECAUSE I DONT MAKE YOU WAIT LIKE THOSE SLOWBURN AUTHORS!!!! THE WEDDING LITERALLY HAPPENS IN CHAPTER ONE.

• historical au. DO YOU LIKE BRIDGERTON??? DO YOU WATCH PERIOD DRAMAS??? DO YOU WANNA FEEL LIKE A 4TH CENTURY SAMURAIS WIFE???

• crossdressing. WE ARE THE GENSHIN COMMUNITY!!!! IS THIS NOT WHO WE ARE!????

• noble and commoner. do you wanna EAT THE RICH (IN BOTH WAYS????) do you like tales of rags to riches?

• average level of psycho scaramouche. ARENT WE TIRED OF THE UWU SCARAMOUCHE REPRESENTATION??? DO YOU WANT TO SEE CANON, BATSHIT INSANE SCARAMOUCHE KILLING BIRDS AND MANIPULATING THE WORLD TO GET HIS WAY??? do you like smart, calculative protagonists who work for what they want and steal it from whoever has it?

• happy endings. NO NOT IN THAT WAY GET YOUR FILTHY MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER AIYAIYAI.

IN CONCLUSION, if ANY of this has appealed to you, or EVEN IF IT HASNT!!! you should read "Break It Buy It" by lynnthefrenchtoast on ao3.

summary: when poor man scaramouche gets scared right on the eye by noble man kaedehara kazuha, he sees a golden opportunity to rise up the ranks, and takes it.

or: scara pretends to be a woman for kazuhas hand in marriage. ironically, kazuha is the furthest thing from into women

[jacobwren]

“What we don’t want to look at, we think we don’t have to deal with, and then it owns us completely.” – Jacob Wren, Rich and Poor

[forgottenbones]

Offline is the new luxury. No ads is the new luxury.

[delicious-dream-before-the-storm]

Capitalism summarized in an image.

[frlakshita]

Check The book out on Wattpad!!~ FrLakshita

[madamemarmot]

You can see wealth in people no matter what they're wearing. It's in the cut of their chins, a certain gloss to the skin, a drag and pause to their responsiveness. When poor people hear a loud noise, they whip their heads around. Wealthy people finish their sentences, then just glance back. Eileen by Ottessa Moshfegh

[beljar]

Civil government, so far as it is instituted for the security of property, is in reality instituted for the defence of the rich against the poor, or of those who have some property against those who have none at all.

Adam Smith, An Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of the Wealth of Nations, March 9, 1776

[thou8hts-and-ideas]

Just so you’re all aware, Australia’s news outlets use “US-style” as an adjective to describe extreme poverty.

That’s all.

[castilestateofmind]

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

"How far, O rich, do you extend your senseless avarice? Do you intend to be the sole inhabitants of the earth? Why do you drive out the fellow sharers of nature, and claim it all for yourselves? The earth was made for all, rich and poor, in common.” —Saint Ambrose of Milan, 4th Century

[alive on all channels]

[princessbluemarshy]

Here I am, standing on top of the terrace on this rickety old house. My feet glued to the same spot both your little feet stepped before you flew off to heaven. My gaze wanders along the endless horizon as I reminisce the nostalgic memories I'd spent with you.

The carefree innocent times that we enjoyed amidst this rural village. Chasing each other till our legs gave out, calling each other’s name till our voice became hoarse.

The comfort I felt as I wrapped my arms around you like the precious jewel you are. The sweet taste you left on my lips, somehow I still could never forget along with the rosy cheeks that followed.

Oh how I miss you, my love.

For the longest time I've yearned for the times we'd spent together as I look at the vast darkness bejeweled with dazzling stars, patiently searching for you.

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[stranded-in-paradise]

Des Glaneuses (The Gleaners) 1857

Oil on canvas (83.5 × 110cm)

Jean-François Millet (French, 1814-1875)

Musée d'Orsay, Paris

"True to one of Millet's favourite subjects – peasant life – this painting is the culmination of ten years of research on the theme of the gleaners.

These women incarnate the rural working-class. They were authorised to go quickly through the fields at sunset to pick up, one by one, the shafts of wheat missed by the harvesters.

The painter shows three of them in the foreground, bent double, their eyes raking the ground.

He thus juxtaposes the three phases of the back-breaking repetitive movement imposed by this thankless task: bending over, picking up and straightening up again.

Their austerity contrasts with the abundant harvest in the distance: haystacks, sheaves of wheat, a cart and a busy crowd of harvesters. The festive, brightly lit bustle is further distanced by the abrupt change of scale.

The slanting light of the setting sun accentuates the volumes in the foreground and gives the gleaners a sculptural look. It picks out their hands, necks, shoulders and backs and brightens the colours of their clothing.

Then Millet slowly smudges the distance into a powdery golden haze, accentuating the bucolic impression of the scene in the background.

The man on horseback, isolated on the right, is probably a steward. In charge of supervising the work on the estate, he also makes sure that the gleaners respect the rules governing their task.

His presence adds social distance by bringing a reminder of the landlords he represents.

Without using picturesque anecdotes, merely through simple, sober pictorial procedures, Millet gives these certainly poor but no less dignified gleaners an emblematic value free of any hint of miserabilism."

- Musée d'Orsay

[jacobwren]

« Les pauvres doivent tuer les riches, un par un, chaque fois que l’occasion se présente. Un homme en tue un autre et le message est clair : votre richesse est cruelle et révoltante, et vous n'êtes à l'abri nulle part. »

https://lequartanier.com/auteur/95-jacob-wren

RICHES ET PAUVRES, publié en anglais chez Book*hug en 2016, paraît au Quartanier dans une traduction de Christophe Bernard. Le livre sort la semaine prochaine au Québec, mardi 30 avril.

[regnum-caelorum]

The rich man hath done wrong, and yet he will fume: but the poor is wronged and must hold his peace.

Sirach 13:4 (DRA)

[deadsynapsedepository]

Jazzrags n richers

The sound of a tangy saxophone came drifting in through the open window, followed by somewhat muffled, audible glimpses of a jazzy backing band. Not exactly the usual noises nor atmosphere that came to be the dreary norm. So of course, it had to be investigated. Unfortunately, upon closer inspection and almost physical interaction, it turned out that the aforementioned ensemble was not a group of possible vagrants who decided to have a little jam outside, but rather a (hopefully) paid set of musicians, hired to entertain the guests of an annual dinner event of the local upper echelon of capitalists, though they'd probably prefer to be called entrepreneurs.

I'm sure they think it classy, that it elevates their little gathering of mostly lightly-taxed individuals, but the ironic reality is, that jazz originated in the poorest circles of society, who simply didn't want to impose the same 'standards' on themselves as the upper classes did, musically or otherwise. And rightly so.

Having said that, it does leave a mildly sour taste in my eardrums that the perception of this 'poor people's music', over time, somehow transformed into the exact opposite, where it is celebrated and adopted, perhaps even fetishised to some degree, by the very people that initially wouldn't want to have anything to do with it, precisely because of its origins and any related, preconceived notions.

So I sit here and wonder, think loudly and ponder, how humans cycle through opinions, masters and minions, to arrive at a new-same-old end; but who'd you blame, my friend?