Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

mooglemisbehaving:

bigscaryd:

animatedamerican:

bigscaryd:

animatedamerican:

walkingoutintherain:

Has anyone written Mad Max: Fury Road in the form of an epic poem of some kind?

… give me a few weeks

Speak, Teller, of the mad wanderer, the wastes-man, the driver, Rockatansky;
Thirst-mad, solitude-mad, angry at the sky and the dust and the world mad;
Humungus defeated, Thunderdome fled and burnt, Sky-Tribe flown to Sydney
Savior and unsaved, alone and now hunted, fleeing toward nothing!

In the hands of Joe Immortan his madness does not free him
Hung for blood and bleeding, wanderer-trophy, fury futile-fading
Who is madder than the wanderer? Whose fury surpasses the madman’s?
Furiosa Iron-Handed! Furiosa Woman-Thieving!

With cunning the war-rig taken with stealth the five wives stolen;
Waste-crossing bravely fleeing to the wet-place nigh-forgotten;
War-boys all shouting, pursuing and flaming Doof loudly playing;
Blood-bag Max still hanging, car by thieves still driven chains still unbroken.

… showoff 

*grumbles*

(do some more :D)

Into the storm drove Furiosa flaying sand would not deter her;
A single war-boy flush with Max-blood for his master chased the bride-thief;
Nux his name and short his half-life, Immortan’s glance his heart’s desire;
Max-car Nux-car chased the War-Rig half-life hands could not control it.

Free’d the wanderer barely man now bound in muzzle tongue unspeaking;
Found the Iron-Hand working iron saw the water in the wasteland;
Gazed on Cheedo Dag and Toast then, Angharad Capable also;
Stole from Wife-Thief then the War Rig did the Wanderer in his madness!

Fury and cunning both together were the marks of Furiosa;
Barely stone’s-throw did he drive it; hopeless when the War-rig stopped;
In her mercy brave Furiosa made a compact with the Madman;
All for freedom: them, the clean girls, leave the war-boy let him die.

*smashes glass* ANOTHER!!!!

(via cthulhu-with-a-fez)

Notes Concerning Certain Performances of Hamilton

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Author’s Note: I submitted a prompt about this idea, and then I submitted a clarification, and by the time I wanted to submit a second clarification, I thought, I should just write the thing.

Summary: They’re in the play!  (Little bits of Hamilton/Laurens, Hamilton/Eliza, Peggy/Maria, and lots of friendshipping.)

1

They go through the requisite amount of hey, this doesn’t look like heaven, this looks like a theater!, which takes… more time than you might think, especially since they aren’t all speaking to each other.  Hamilton is refusing to acknowledge anything Jefferson says, Jefferson wants to be addressed as Mr. President, and Eliza keeps deliberately stepping on Burr’s foot. Madison is just glad to not be coughing. He breathes in and out.  Nudges Jefferson.  Smiles.

It’s Angelica who finds the books.

Some time after that, John Laurens finds the first playbill.

And, well, there’s nothing else to do.

Pity them: they can’t even make the obligatory Waiting for Godot reference.

2

The first time around, they have to do it all script-in-hand.  Eliza plays her husband.  Being him, singing and rapping his lines, is like learning a new grammar.  By the end of Act One, she’s flushed pink.  Everyone has been chanting her name—the longer they say “Alexander,” the more it sounds like “Eliza,” as if all of this is for her—and she’s been moving so quickly, her skin burns, as if she will tear through it, step out, take flight.

In Act Two, she moves on Maria Reynolds—played by Burr—with a kind of ruthlessness.  She says he’s left her helpless.

He sings, “I didn’t know any better.”

She says she’s ruined.

Here’s the kicker: he agrees.  “Yes, yes,” they both sing in tandem.

3

Lafayette plays Jefferson; Jefferson plays Lafayette.  No one can tell the difference.  They finally compromise, so that Jefferson plays Lafayette with his hair undone and Lafayette binds his back to play Jefferson. Also Jefferson will stop trying to do Lafayette’s accent, because it makes everyone uncomfortable.  They spend hours in the wings practicing “Guns and Ships” and “Washington On Your Side” together.

They all like their doubles because they have all, at one point, been lonely.

(Washington, without wife or family, still is.)

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