fork time besties

Mask (For Ingmar Bergman)

Robert Motherwell

Der Erlkönig (The Elf King) Moritz von Schwind c. 1830

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Der Erlkönig (The Erf-King)

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, 1782

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Who’s riding so late where winds blow wild

It is the father grasping his child;

He holds the boy embraced in his arm,

He clasps him snugly, he keeps him warm.

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“My son, why cover your face in such fear?”

“You see the elf-king, father?

He’s near! The king of the elves with crown and train!”

“My son, the mist is on the plain.”

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‘Sweet lad, o come and join me, do!

Such pretty games I will play with you;

On the shore gay flowers their color unfold,

My mother has many garments of gold.’

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“My father, my father, and can you not hear

The promise the elf-king breathes in my ear?”

“Be calm, stay calm, my child, lie low:

In withered leaves the night-winds blow.”

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‘Will you, sweet lad, come along with me?

My daughters shall care for you tenderly;

In the night my daughters their revelry keep,

They’ll rock you and dance you and sing you to sleep.’

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“My father, my father, o can you not trace

The elf-king’s daughters in that gloomy place?”

“My son, my son, I see it clear

How grey the ancient willows appear.”

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‘I love you, your comeliness charms me, my boy!

And if you’re not willing, my force I’ll employ.’

“Now father, now father, he’s seizing my arm.

Elf-king has done me a cruel harm.”

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The father shudders, his ride is wild,

In his arms he’s holding the groaning child,

Reaches the court with toil and dread. -

The child he held in his arms was dead.

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from "Knots" by George Watsky, the Lovely Thing Suite

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"Knots" from The Lovely Thing Suite by Watsky

[ID: To seek the truth fits and starts

To strike the middle F like it's an arrow through the heart

To wing the right hand like a dove (the peaceful flutter of a dove)

And with left a violent shove (some moments will demand a shove)

To needle gently yet relentless with a steady foot upon the pedal

And to clench the iron first inside the velvet glove

To learn to whisper and to scream (the whisper justifies the scream)

To let each yearning finger breathe (no, nothing lives unless it breathes)

To burn, to worship, to mislead

To pose a question with a pinky on a key

To flee, to fight, to bleed To float in air

Nothing solid underneath

To rap those heavy knuckles on the gate to heaven

*stabbed myself by accident with a fork

*got stuck on the roof for around 45 mintues in the cold with nothing but a t-shirt and SpongeBob underwear

*got dragged by my dog