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I was going to illustrate the whole poem by Edgar Allan Poe, but since I wasn't able to do it, have the one drawing, and the poem itself. Keep in mind it is horror literature and has themes of grief and a haunting encounter with a raven.
The Raven CW: Grief, Horror
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “ ’Tis some visiter,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had tried to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore —
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating “ ’Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door; — This it is, and nothing more.”
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, “Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you” — here I opened wide the door; — Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore!” This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!” Merely this, and nothing more.
Then into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than before. “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore — Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;— ’Tis the wind, and nothing more!”
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door — Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore — Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no sublunary being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as “Nevermore.”
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered — Till I scarcely more than muttered, “Other friends have flown before — On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”
Wondering at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, “Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster — so, when Hope he would adjure, Stern Despair returned, instead of the sweet Hope he dared adjure — That sad answer, “Nevermore!”
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o’er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o’er, She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and Nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Let me quaff this kind Nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil! — Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore — Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting — “Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! — quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
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Hey folks, hoping to have a semi-permanent thread for compiling resources to make finding really cool posts easier. Please suggest links and info in the comments below. I consider this necessary because there's a lot of things we would like pinned but obviously things get very crowded quickly. This thread will start sparse and I will edit new things in as people suggest them.
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haircuts for trans people : https://strandsfortrans.org/
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.Do It Yourself - Hormone Replacement Therapy - Very Basic Information Thread on DIY HRT. https://hexbear.net/post/8763710, guide to using Monero, a private cryptocurrency
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https://transfemme.style/ clothing for trans fems
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https://estrannai.se/ - estradiol simulator with a wide range of features
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cross-posted from: https://hexbear.net/post/6716460
This past week, I haven’t received any donations at all. Maybe many people think that since the war ended, life has gone back to normal — but honestly, it’s the opposite. Every day, it gets colder. We wake up shivering, our stomachs aching from hunger and the freezing air. My family and little siblings don’t have enough blankets or warm clothes. Things are getting harder each day, and what used to be simple now feels like a dream. Please, don’t leave us alone in this cold 💔 https://www.gofundme.com/f/surviving-an-onslaught/cl/s?utm_campaign=fp_sharesheet&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link&lang=en_GB 👉 Donate here to help us survive
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If you know you know. At least it's less embarrassing than leaving a purpose built device lying out.
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cross-posted from: https://hexbear.net/post/6659692
My name is Soliman. I live with my family in a simple tent. The war has taken away our safety, our home, and our stability — but it has not taken away our humanity or our belief in each other.
My sister Montaha has been fighting illness for a while, and we are doing everything we can to secure her medication so she can breathe easier and recover, God willing.
But our struggle isn’t just ours… The children in the surrounding tents are suffering too:
Harsh cold, broken toys, and little faces searching for a moment of joy or something warm to hold onto.
That’s why I refuse to give up.
I want — as much as I can — to raise enough funds to:
- Buy Montaha’s medicine
- Bring warmth and joy to the children: small gifts, blankets, a little candy to remind them what childhood feels like
Every step you take makes a real difference.
A small donation can bring a big smile.
It can help Montaha breathe without pain…
And give a child a moment of happiness that helps them forget the wounds of war.
We are trying to live… to smile despite everything…
Trying to tell life: we are still capable of love.
✋🏻🤍 Help us bring warmth this winter
Every contribution means life… means new hope.
🔗 Donation Link:
https://www.gofundme.com/f/surviving-an-onslaught
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Every minute counts please help us before we lose the only safety and peace we have left. Please consider reading through
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cross-posted from: https://hexbear.net/post/6658161
cross-posted from: https://hexbear.net/post/6658160
cross-posted from: https://hexbear.net/post/6658159
cross-posted from: https://hexbear.net/post/6657667
Hello everyone, I hope you’re all doing well. It has been some time since I joined this community,my name is Cyara Kaira a transgender refugee currently living in South Sudan. My journey has been really awful from Uganda to Kenya’s Kakuma Refugee Camp where I faced all sorts of transphobia together with my sisters that UNHCR Kenya had to put us in protection area. The protection areas were worse than the rest of the entire community that we had to flee for our lives and thus ending up in South Sudan, a war country you can’t wish to live in. Every day is still a struggle for safety and survival.
I’m updating because we’re facing a serious problem as I have been posting. Today our landlord came to the shelter with his receipt book demanding rent. We honestly didn’t have the money. This got him really furious that he said if we don’t pay immediately, he’ll call the local council to throw us out. He even started questioning why we came to South Sudan which was really painful and frightening because answering that truthfully could put us in danger.
Finding this shelter was already very hard. Many landlords refused to rent to us because we didn’t have documentations and we couldn’t show our UNHCR proof of registration. Here in South Sudan, people believe those from other East African countries can’t be refugees since our home countries aren’t at war. That makes people suspicious that they assume you’re either a terrorist or LGBTQ. And if people find out you’re LGBTQ it can mean immediate death.
This particular landlord didn’t question much when we mentioned we were refugees and that’s how we managed to stay here but now he says he wants to renovate the house and that it’s the same money he needs to use for that. If he throws us out we’ll be at immediate risk of attacks and police arrest. And getting another shelter would be even harder because most landlords here ask for three months of rent upfront which we can’t afford.
We are currently raising 950$. Thanks to everyone that has contributed towards our safety to reach 267$ we still need 683$ to pay the rent. Please help us survive this.
Our fellows in the camp are still at risk.
Please consider supporting through the support link in my profile/Bio. Thank you all for your continued support, kindness and love. We truly appreciate you 🙏
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Hello everyone, I hope all is well. Here it’s completely not okay. Things are really bad, I have been horribly sick suffering from Malaria. It’s now three days but I’m under treatment. Honestly that’s not the major reason why I’m writing to you. It’s now 13 days without paying rent at the shelter you helped us to get after being chased by the government of South Sudan from Gorom refugee settlement because of our gender identity. Now besides that the South Sudanese are still trying to make sure that they harm us. My sister Tasha managed to upload the video on the fundraiser where a South Sudanese national is calling others to harm the rest of the queer refugees who haven’t left the camp yet. This is really a critical situation which requires your emergency help. We are currently trying to raise 1750$ and we only raised 78$ this is to be split into 950 for the rent and 800$ for the extra two shelters to help some of the queer refugees who are really stuck in the camp.
Please consider supporting us through the support link in the bio/profile. Also the video is on the same link. Thank you so much. We appreciate your continued support
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Hello everyone,
Today, without any introduction, this picture alone shows my sister Montaha’s struggle with illness. She is now in pain and suffering, writhing from the intensity of the disease in her mother’s arms, who tries to comfort her by gently stroking her head.
I hope you can help us share our story and our suffering here, from the heart of the tent where we endure the cold and the heat.
Please, humane people, kind-hearted souls, share the link, and if you are able to donate, even a small amount will mean a lot to me and my family. I beg you, I beg you, I plead with youif everyone donates just 5 euros, it will make a huge difference.
Donate here:https://gofund.me/6978f0234
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I had notions of doing something more intellectual with this post but life is what it is and as such I have delayed my effortpost about The Indigenously Produced Unmagnified Gunsights of Cuba once again. I’m going to talk about music again this time.
Oceanlab was a side project of Above & Beyond and vocalist Justine Suissa, who was also the primary songwriter. Sirens of the Sea was their sole album and it is very, very important to me.
Ok so it’s EDM okay? To be precise it’s some particular style of vocal trance but its singer-songwriter vocal trance. Above & Beyond does this really cool thing where they tend to actually collaborate with their vocalists by getting them involved with the creative process, writing lyrics, production and all that. Now, the lyrics aren’t particularly complex and they won’t impress any pretentious nerds but they resonate with me and that's what it's about yeah? Oh yeah and they do acoustic versions sometimes???? which is wild??
I was lucky enough to discover this group twice, the first time was on some lonely night when I was a teen. I came across Clear Blue Water (a single) on Grooveshark (rip), checked out the rest of their discography, thought it was pretty, and proceeded to forget about it for a decade and a half.
I am almost embarrassed to admit just how much Sirens of the Sea affected me when I rediscovered it in the autumn of ‘23. It was like a hug, a cup of coffee, and a sit-down with the Jungian archetype of the kind of woman I admired the most and wanted so dearly to become. The kind of woman who carried empathy, knew failure, was capable of struggle, yet always embraced the love and joy of life. I can’t really articulate how, but this album helped me lay down my grieving for the years I spent otherwise.
My favorite track is “On a Good Day”, and I consider it to be the theme song of my post-transition life. I just cried listening to it, like actually right now, as I write this I still got a little bit of tears drying on my cheek. “If I Could Fly” is a total bop and they did something to the rhythms towards the end of that one and it does really good shit to my brain. “Miracle” is about climate change, it slaughters me HARD because it came out over two decades ago and nothing has changed.
Under this spoiler there are the lyrics of “On a Good Day” because I thought I should include them.
a little bit lost and
a little bit lonely
little bit cold here
a little bit of fear
but I hold on and I feel strong
and I know that I can
I'm getting used to it
lit the fuse to it
like to know who I am
I've been talking to myself forever
and how I wish I knew me better
still sitting on a shelf and never
never seen the sun shine brighter
and it feels like me on a good day
I'm a little bit hemmed in
a little bit isolated
a little bit hopeful
a little bit calm
but I hold on and I feel strong
and I know that I can
I'm getting used to it
lit the fuse to it
like to know who I am
I've been talking to myself forever,
and how I wish I knew me better,
still sitting on a shelf and never
never seen the sun shine brighter
and it feels like me
on a good day
This is the end of this post. Take care of yourselves. Tomorrow needs you, as does the next day, and every day after.
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