#robin fulton

[ivandurak]

Fantastic to feel how my poem grows while I myself shrink. It grows, it takes my place. It pushes me aside. It throws me out of the nest. The poem is ready.

from Morning Birds by Tomas Tranströmer, trans. Robin Fulton

[whisperthatruns]

Nocturne

I drive through a village at night, the houses rise up in the glare of my headlights---they're awake, want to drink. Houses, barns, signs, abandoned vehicles---now they clothe themselves in Life. ---The people are sleeping: some can sleep peacefully, others have drawn features as if training hard for eternity. They don't dare let go though their sleep is heavy. They rest like lowered crossing barriers when the mystery draws past.

Outside the village the road stretches far among the forest trees. And the trees the trees keeping silence in concord with each other. They have a theatrical color, like firelight. How distinct each leaf! They follow me home.

I lie down to sleep, I see strange pictures and signs scribbling themselves behind my eyelids on the wall of the dark. Into the slit between wakefulness and dream a large letter tries to push itself in vain. Tomas Tranströmer, tr. Robin Fulton, The Half-Finished Heaven (Den halvfärdiga himlen, 1962), The Great Enigma: New Collected Poems (New Directions Publishing, 2006)

[lilyhanaart]

Happy birthday, Thorn 🎉🧡

His bday was actually on 10/25, but it still counts!!

[manwalksintobar]

December Evening 1972  // Tomas Transtromer

Here I come, the invisible man, perhaps employed by a Great Memory to live right now. And I’m driving past the locked-up white church – a wooden saint is standing in there smiling, helpless. As if they had taken away his glasses. He is alone. Everything else is now, now, now. The law of gravity pressing us against our work by day and against our beds by night. The war.

(translated from the Swedish by Robin Fulton)

[mumblelard]

i don't understand lamp aesthetics. it's a conceptual gap in my present day world view. it doesn't help that there is only one lamp that i have ever coveted and i will never have it and sometimes that makes me hate all lamps.

it took three trips to the thrift store and the goading of two different people to convince me to buy this thirteen dollar lamp, a lamp i did not even hate in a time when i really needed a lamp. anyway, happy new lamp day imaginary constructs and thank you for joining me on my lamp journey

now, i need someone to come and rehang all of the art in my home. the placement must be the result of decisions not made by this embodied consciousness with whom i spend entirely too much alone time. i swear this is not procrastination or foot dragging or laziness on my part. i will trade homemade berbere pulled pork nachos and an curated selection of dollar bucket nonsense to drink. think about it

[letterboxd-loggd]

Britannia Hospital (1982) Lindsay Anderson

July 2nd 2023

[gothvamp1973]

Have a very merry Christmas to all my Followers , I really put a lot of heart and soul into this on the flute

[poem-today]

A poem by Robin Fulton Macpherson

Above Dover Beach

Behind convolvulus and seeding grass we park. We see not one scuff or rip on the Strait to show two thousand years and more of heavy use.

Southward across close-to-hand glitter and far-off mauve haze the other side if we believe our eyes is not

there, just as we if we believe our eyes are here in a universe with a homely sky and no looming non-universes to scare it.

Below, Waves arrange the shingle, each with a crisp cadence. The tide coming in balances the tide going out.

Robin Fulton Macpherson

Robin Fulton Macpherson writes: We had just got off the ferry from Calais and taken a small road up to the top of the cliffs west of Dover. Looking down, I couldn't help thinking of Matthew Arnold's shingle and the crisp waves were audible here away from the racket of the port. Arnold's poem about this beach is one of those famous pieces I feel sorry for: so many heavy plodding pedagogical boots have tramped over and round it. Also, like some other famous poems (Wordsworth's 'Daffodils' and Shelley's 'Ozymandias') it contains something illogical or impractical. If Arnold wanted to imagine the sea of faith drying up, the mere tidal movement of the sea along a shore is hardly appropriate. Did he forget for the moment that the tide comes in as well as goes out? Anyway, I see faith as something that is always there, but it rises and falls, advances and retreats, much like the sea being pulled and pushed by tidal forces. Another idea behind the poem has to do with obsolete pictures of the universe and our place in it. Scientists find out more and more, quite rightly, but that doesn't mean we should throw away the old models and forget about them. The Ptolemaic universe, for instance, served some of the best minds in Europe in their efforts to explore relations between God and man and between man and man, and these explorations are by no means out of date. It's not a crime to believe, now and then, just what the eyes see without chiding them for ignoring 'known facts'.

More poems by Robin Fulton Macpherson are available on the Scottish Poetry Library site.

[satelitis]

꒰ CAN'T GET RID OF ME THAT EASILY ꒱ . . . f reed !

pairing(s) : fulton reed x fem!portman!reader (romantic) , dean portman x sister! reader (platonic)

in which before the game against varsity, the portman siblings have a surprise up their sleeves.

requested : yes or no.

!! content warnings : fluff, yelling, swearing

robin chirps : erm so im out of my writing slump and ziggy and i nonstop talk about tmd and our boyfriends, so i decided to surprise her since she kinda got me out of my writing slumps and introduced me to my bf charlie and one of the most amazing movies of all time <3 ily zigma!! [@spaceagebachelormann]

"your'e playing hard, i'm proud of you guys." coach orion reassured as he patted russ on the shoulder.

"they're cheap shotting us to death!" luis groaned.

"i know they are, i know they are." orion sympathized.

"It's gonna take a miracle for us to hold on." averman replied. little did the ducks know that "miracle" would be a little more unexpected then they thought.

suddenly, the door burst open revealing a tall brunette with a bandana around his head. dean portman.

"dean portman is awarded a full athletic and academic scholarship to the eden hall academy," dean read off his maroon folder. "i found this lying around at home in chicago, my attorny thought i should sign it, and i agreed." he continued. "it's offical boys, im back!" he exclaimed as all the ducks cheered, especially fulton. his heart broke the day that his best friend dean, and the love of his life, y/n had to go back to chicago. he was ecstatic at the sudden appearance of his fellow bash brother. but if dean was here...then where was y/n?

"hey you ass, where'd you go?" a voice spoke in the doorway. fulton could recognize that voice from anywhere. y/n. the voice was further identified when she herself wandered into the room. fulton was beyond shocked, jovial and he felt that he might have a heart attack because of how much was happening. in no time at all, y/n was in fultons arms their lips interlocked.

"did you miss me?" y/n teased, as fulton rolled his eyes, kissing her once again. dean looked partially disgusted.

"what the hell. why didn't i get one?" dean joked, activly trying to piss y/n off. the girl gave her brother the bird as the ducks laughed and watched the cute reunion. russ and averman made jokes in the background and snickered.

"oh, fulton! i missed you so much mwah mwah mwah." averman said in a feminine high pitched voice, as he faked kissing noises. russ continued with the bit presumably as fulton.

"i missed you too, babe." he said also mimicking kissing sounds. the ducks snickered. fulton proceeded to threaten the two.

"will you shut the hell up before i give you pucks for teeth?" he said. averman and russ laughed, as they stopped the bit. fulton turned his attention back to y/n now answering her question. '

"of course i missed you, you were gone for like ever." he exaggerated. but that's what it felt like for the couple.

"the phone calls weren't the same." he frowned softly.

"yeah, 'specially WHEN DEANS BREATHING ON THE OTHER LINE." y/n raises her voice as she turns back to dean.

"why didn't you call me and tell me you were coming?" he asked her,

"cause this was way more fun." she replied, a goofy grin on their faces. "you can't get rid of me that easily." she said.

'i'd hate to intrude on your little love fest but we got a bunch of temperamental man children's asses to kick." russ chimed in.

the ducks all cheered as they made their way on the ice.

"is that dean portman?" the teenage announcer asked. the crowd was in unbelief, "oh and his sister, y/n! they're both back!" he exclaimed.

"who are those kids? they cant play!" tom exclaimed. "they're on scholarship tom, my hands are tied." dean buckley replied.

"so you're the big enforcer, huh? well its nice to meet you, see, we have a lot more in common then you think-" dean rambled.

"shut up." the warrior spat, "lets play hockey," he said.

"whatever you say sunshine," dean shrugged, the game continued as dean ended up making cole go through the glass, shattering it.

dean and fulton cheered as they banged their heads together. "the bash brothers are back and they're here to stay and so is "y/n "the firecracker" portman, as she scores goal one for the ducks!" the announcer called out and boy was fulton beyond happy with it.

[fairydrowning]

"Time is not a straight line, it's more of a labyrinth, and if you press close to the wall at the right place you can hear the hurrying steps and the voices, you can hear yourself walking past on the other side."

– Tomas Transtromer (1931-2015), from "Answers to Letters", in: "The Great Enigma", translated from the Swedish by Robin Fulton

[lionofchaeronea]

The language marches in step with the executioners. Therefore we must get a new language. --Tomas Tranströmer (1931-2015), trans. Robin Fulton

[didoldacc]

oh boy (wonder) ● huening kai | chapter one

this work contains violence and smut, MDNI!

warnings: sound of gunshots, curse words (i don't know if this one even should be in warnings) let me know if something is missing!

+this is not a dark fic, warnings are only there because it is unavoidable in a superhero setting. but this chapter is one of the lighter chapters.

smut warnings: none

word count: around 1.4k

"they say the new vigilante wondering around devil's tongue is gotham city's boy wonder." you said while chewing your pen. you were definitely stressed. all of this had a very high chance to boost your path to climbing up career stairs yet the worries you had about your city made it impossible to focus on promotion ensured with the story of blue bird that you have been working on.

"nightwing?" your co-worker fulton asked.

"yes, him. i really hope he doesn't bring gotham's curse on us. you know our crime rates are record high, we are almost as fucked up as gotham but what blüdhaven needs is not a vigilante running around. i don't think it helps gotham city, either. he should go back where he came from." you felt an urge to argue even though no one was saying anything. even confused looks towards you was covering fulton's face.

"well, tell me where do you see a problem in this? you are in need of a good story for your next sweet paycheck. and it comes by itself to you. you can still add commentary in your stories, it can gain a lot more attention but other than that, you shouldn't put your thinking cap on." he argued back, sounding like he didn't get your point at all.

you decided to avoid having a prawle with him. "whatever... i asked for pictures of him to be taken, do you have them?" you asked. "yes, i have them. you know even though you never bothered to learn my name, you have no idea how far i would go to capture pictures for your stories." he said jokingly but you knew there is no smoke without fire.

you frowned "hey, give me some credit. i of course know your name, fulton." trying to object what he said.

"that's my surname, i am talking about my first name." his protest immediately daffed by you. "is that really important? that's all the information i need for a respected co-worker." hoping he would get the hint.

"let's get working. and also we need to get read for this night. i suggest we follow him."

"welcome to our precinct, rookie. you are for sure going to feel unwelcomed here but don't get scared! they will start to treat you like a human being in no time." a random officer said. kai wanted to roll his eyes. his low-key attitude was definitely not suitable to a cop his age and experience.

"no worries, i survived gotham. i am pretty sure that some socially awkward stiations isn't going to be my cause of death instead of a psychotic clown terrorizing the whole gotham." he headed to his desk after giving him a sarcastic and dismissive response.

"look at the newbie over there! he looks so dreamy!" said a senior officer who didn't look much older than kai. "is he kai kamal huening, the adopted son of bruce wayne? i heard he lost his parents when he was a kid and adopted by the billionaire playboy." they started gossiping as if kai wasn't there. "poor guy, but lucky."

kai couldn't help but smirk to those women talking about him. even though they were obstrusive, he was used to it. gossips were unavoidable if you were a wayne. it was okay as long as they didn't know the batman and robin. yet he didn't worry about it due to very limited observation skills people had.

kai started to place his belongings to his desk. this was a new beggining to him, a chance to become a different man than his surly adopted father, an identity that had nothing in common with bruce's darkness. lost in the thoughts, kai stopped thinking once he saw his captain walking towards him. he hoped that she was just coming there to welcome him. kai immeadiately stood up. but once she started talking all of his hopes was in vain. just being there to welcome him was further away from the truth with the worlds slipping out her mouth. "isn't that a great coincidence the successor of the wayne fortune started his career as a dedective with a high ranking. i will keep my eye on you. anyways i am actually here to remind you that you can take the documents for your first case from my secretary." she left without giving him a chance to reply.

he went up to secretary's desk to take the file. the secretary seemed a nice sweet girl unlike everyone else around. "oh, you are here to take the 'blue bird' files, right?" kai felt his heart racing with his luck but he managed to stay nonchalant. "yes, i guess so? isn't his name nightwing? why the file is called blue bird?" the secretary's lips slightly opened for a minute then she pressed them together before answering. "i wouldn't know, sorry." kai smiled. "no, i am sorry. i was just talking to myself. it was rude." kai explained himself. he had a feeling that she was the one he wouldn't hate to be around. "guess i better get started." he said before leading to his desk. the sweet secretary waved good bye to him, both of them forgetting to exchange names.

kai wanted to give himself a break and not to go to patrol this night but later decided to do so because he was in desperate boredom due to lack of human connection he had. before he left he wanted to call barbara. his hands were about to dial the contact name 'babs<3' yet he stopped himself. if he called her, bruce would know and the last thing he needed was bruce knowing kai was alone like himself. kai was never a grumpy and serious person like bruce. he had a phase where he was constantly mad due to his parents' passing but thanks to alferd and his more open-minded and fun-loving nature. yet kai was still afraid that he someday would turn into a bruce or the batman. so no he wasn't going to call barbara and she sure could outlive few weeks without talking to him.

"god i am really hoping that the new vigilante is on a patrol this night. otherwise we are fucking up our sleeping schedules for no reason." fulton complained.

"stop whining like a baby. if i am going to be the next lois lane i need this story." you sounded stern while saying it.

"or you could be the next vick vale." his sarcasm in his voice made you sick for some reason but you didn't chew on. "or her yeah." you mumbled.

you stared at the roofs where the so called nightwing hanged out the most. what was his deal? was he really robin? if he is, why did he leave batman? you needed all those answers for your story.

suddenly you heard a gunshot. the adrenaline taking over your body, the only thing you were managed to think was whether or not if this story was worth risking your life yet you still ran toward the gun sound, coming down from the ladders as fast as you could. you were certain that it was your lucky day when you heard more gunshots coming from there. "this will definitely get nightwing's attention."

a/n: i know reader and kai may seem a bit annoying but they will have character developments and kai's character may seem just dick grayson named kai but don't worry it will be a mix of kai's and dick's personalities. i added this note cuz it bothered me while reading but then i remembered my plans for this fic.

[whisperthatruns]

To Friends behind a Frontier

I I wrote so meagerly to you. But what I couldn’t write swelled and swelled like an old-fashioned airship and drifted away at last through the night sky.

II The letter is now at the censor’s. He lights his lamp. In the glare my words fly up like monkeys on a grille, rattle it, stop, and bare their teeth.

III Read between the lines. We’ll meet in 200 years when the microphones in the hotel walls are forgotten and can at last sleep, become trilobites.

Tomas Tranströmer, tr. from the Swedish by Robin Fulton, text from Sean Singer’s daily email, The Sharpener

[lilyhanaart]

Luna with the Crime & Regret cake 🎂

self indulgent birthday thing

[dk-thrive]

Time is not a straight line, it’s more of a labyrinth, and if you press close to the wall at the right place you can hear the hurrying steps and the voices, you can hear yourself walking past on the other side.

Tomas Tranströmer (1931-2015), from “Answers to Letters”, in: “The Great Enigma: New Collected Poems”, translated from the Swedish by Robin Fulton. (New Directions; December 8, 2011) (via finita–la–commedia)

[simply-ivanka]

Fulton County District Attorney Fani Willis began her romantic relationship with her prosecutor 'lover' Nathan Wade in late 2019, three years earlier than they claimed in a court filing, her college friend told a court in bombshell testimony Friday.

It would mean the relationship began before Wade was hired in the Georgia election interference case Willis is pursuing against Donald Trump – and could provide a reason for a judge to disqualify them from the case.

Robin Yeartie's testimony directly contradicts information provided Willis and Wade that the relationship did not begin until after Wade was hired in November 2021.

Not telling the truth while under oath in a court proceeding is a crime, called "Perjury".