keep sir gawain in your thoughts 🙏 he isn't dead, he's just on his way back to camelot in his girdle of cringe after the whole green knight situationship

but they were all of them deceived, for a fifth monger was made (cheese)

why is the hill silent. it's supposed to be alive with the sound of music

this is meant to be read in the tone of an exasperated gay theater director

WHY DOES IT HAVE EYES

the ladies call me the subjunctive mood the way I express desire, wishes, uncertainty, doubt and fear

Love the word "also". I have more things to say

i will start sitting in a clearing holding a small stone and rubbing it with my hand for 10000 years to learn how to empathize with the river bed

could use a riverjob right about now

i will need to start over because i am going to throw the first stone at your head

If Sir Kay existed in the modern era, he would be immediately cancelled for beefing with multiple children on Twitter. And losing. The 14 year olds are winning.

Gareth makes a very professional callout post exposing Kay for bullying minors, Perceval doxxes Kay and shows up at his house.

Every time a knight outgrows their armor, all of the knights line up to swap armor down a row. Like hermit crabs.

I lowk love that they just make ANYONE a knight of the round table in the medieval material, like it’s claimed to be the highest honor and such a hard thing to do, like bro just duel with Gawain and you’re in.

Intertextuality enjoyers when a text refers to another text

Oh, okay. I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your mythology and you select out, oh I don’t know, the rape of persephone, for instance, because you’re trying to tell the world that you think maturation and sexual development are a kind of death and rebirth. But what you don’t know is that that narrative is not from claudian, it's not from ovid, it's not from callimachus, it’s actually from the oral tradition. You’re also blithely unaware of the fact that in the seventh century BC, Hesiod the rhapsode composed "Αὐτὰρ ὁ Δήμητρος πολυφόρβης ἐς λέχος ἦλθεν, ἣ τέκε Περσεφόνην λευκώλενον, ἣν Ἀιδωνεὺς ἥρπασε ἧς παρὰ μητρός· ἔδωκε δὲ μητίετα Ζεύς." And then I think it was a certain homeric hymnist, wasn’t it, who elaborated on it with an added narrative of Demeter's wrath? And then demeter's sorrow showed up in the choral odes of several different greek tragedies. Then it filtered down through the Alexandrians and then trickled on down into some tragic augustan vates where you, no doubt, fished it out of some georgic. However, that myth represents thousands of years and countless poets and so it’s sort of comical how you think that you’ve made a choice that exempts you from poetry when, in fact, you’re rehashing the "subversions" that were selected for you by the people in that poetic tradition. From a pile of “mythology”.

i love the point in the hero’s journey where he gets bent over and railed until he cries