gertrude rose

“Grace Kelly has a presence - a charisma. She also has reason. She is a reasonable person. I will place Grace by far the most amenable and cooperative and untroublesome actress that I have worked with. What is it that Gertrude Stein said: ‘a rose is a rose is a rose.’ What else can you say about her?”

- Alfred Hitchcock

“She is an exceptional human being. She not only had good judgment and good taste, but a tremendous ability to concentrate and was an absolute delight to work with.”

- William Holden

“I’ve worked with some of the biggest stars, but Grace Kelly was the best actress I’ve ever worked with in my life. That woman was total relaxation, absolute ease - she was totally THERE. She was an extraordinarily serene girl.”

- Cary Grant

“So many people ask me that same repetitious question, ‘Who is your favorite actor or actress?’ I say 'Grace Kelly’ every time. Not because I am fond of her, not because she looks so superb in anything I design; but working with her is an extraordinary experience because you don’t actually work for her - you work with her.”

- Edith Head

The Signs as Witches
  • As last night was Walpurgisnacht, I decided to make a post about which witch from Madoka Magica each sign is!
  • Aries: Charlotte | Dessert Witch |
  • The dessert witch, with a tenacious nature. She desires everything. She will never give up. Though she is capable of creating infinite amounts of any dessert she desires, she is unable to make the cheese that she loves most. One could easily catch her off-guard with a piece of cheese.
  • Taurus: H.N Elly | Box Witch |
  • The box witch with a covetous nature. She is a staunchly reclusive witch. Anything she covets she locks away within glass. The thoughts of her prisoners are laid bare, but one can strike her without thought without problems.
  • Gemini: Candeloro | Dress up Witch |
  • The witch of dress-up. She has an inviting nature. A kind-hearted witch who dreams of ideal things. This witch can't stand being lonely, and never lets visitors to her barrier escape.
  • Cancer: Oktavia | Mermaid Witch |
  • The mermaid witch; it is in her nature to fall in love. Looking for the feeling that moved her so long ago, she moves with the entire concert hall. Her fortune only turns under the weight of memories and no longer moves toward the future. Nothing will reach her any longer. She will come to know nothing more. She simply allows no one to disturb her minions' playing.
  • Leo: Izabel | Artist Witch |
  • The artist witch. Her nature is vanity. Without a slightest doubt, she believes her existence is blessed. Wanting someone to see her work, she often interferes with human world. However within her barrier only exist works that you have probably seen somewhere before. To defeat this witch, just bring a well-known critic with you.
  • Virgo: Elsa Maria | Shadow Witch |
  • The witch of shadow with a self-righteous nature. She continually prays for all of creation and drags all life equally into her shadow without breaking her posture. One hoping to defeat her must know the blackest anguish.
  • Libra: Gertrud | Rose Garden Witch |
  • The rose garden witch with a distrustful nature. She holds roses dearer than anything else. She expends all of her power for the sake of beautiful roses. Despite stealing the life-force of humans who wander into her barrier to give to her roses, she loathes the thought of them trampling the inside of her barrier.
  • Scorpio: Suleika | Dark Witch |
  • The dark witch, with a delusional nature. Her power grows as the darkness deepens. In total darkness she can scarcely be matched. She's almost unrivaled inside an absolute black; however, with lights as numerous as they are nowadays, she is not a witch to be feared.
  • Sagittarius: Patricia | Class Representative Witch |
  • The class representative witch. Her nature is to remain an onlooker. Using the spiderlike threads which she vomits forth, she created a school for herself alone within the sky of her barrier and endlessly acts out an ordinary daily student life there. If you ring the going-home bell, this witch will likely return to her house somewhere.
  • Capricorn: Kriemlhid Gretchen | Witch of Salvation |
  • Witch of salvation. Her nature is mercy. She absorbs any life on the planet into her newly created heaven--her barrier. The only way to defeat this witch is to make the world free of misfortune. If there's no grief in this world, she will believe this world is already a heaven.
  • Aquarius: Itzli | Oblivion Witch |
  • The witch of oblivion, with a vengeful nature. A witch who is said to have originally been a magical girl who came from the end of the galaxy. She has shown herself now in order to forget about all the magical girls from this universe
  • Pisces: Albertine | Scribbling Witch |
  • The scribbling witch, with an ignorant nature. She loves Hide and Seek. However, because none of her minions are very intelligent, none of them seek her out.
18 Famous Literary First Lines Perfectly Paired With Rap Lyrics

This is amazing and from mentalfloss.


He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff
With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth
(The Old Man and The Sea and “New Soul”)


Turning and turning in the widening gyre
I won’t stop rockin’ till I retire
(“The Second Coming” and “King of Rock”)


In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
Pay dues like a hair salon
(“Kubla Khan”and “The Last Stretch”)


We hold these truths to be self-evident
Say hi to the Ritalin regiment
(“Declaration of Independence” and “Pigions”)


Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
Sorta like drano…you know how the game goes
(“Sacred Emily” and “Spend the Night”)


It is a truth universally acknowledged
That a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife
I’m in your head like a mnemonic device
(Pride and Prejudice and “Busy Now”)


All happy families are alike
Each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way
Drinking sake on a Suzuki, we in Osaka Bay
(Anna Karenina and “Down and Out”)


It was a bright, cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen
And if you hard then wreck your car and walk up to my crime scene
(1984 and “Ignorance is Bliss”)


Whose woods these are I think I know
Creep with me through that immortal flow
(“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” and “Thug Passion”)


Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself
Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf
(Mrs. Dalloway and “The Artistic Integrity”)


I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked
See me and hope I’m intoxicated or slightly faded
(“Howl” and “Ain’t Hard 2 Find”)


Because I could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me
In the face of adversity, I prepared a verse to see
(“Because I Could Not Stop for Death” and “DC or Nothing”)


If music be the food of love, play on
At dinner with Hov, hoping that he pass the baton
(Twelfth Night and “Beautiful Bliss”)


Do not go gentle into that good night
Tell by your handbag that boy don’t do you right
(“Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night” and “Body 2 Body”)


It was the best of times, it was the worst of times
Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines
(A Tale of Two Cities and “Live Again”)


Twas brillig and the slythy toves
Wayne told me that, and that’s just how it goes
(“Jabberwocky” and “Michael Jordan”)


Tyger tyger burning bright, in the forests of the night
I’m off the hook like cordless phones, my identity so right
(“The Tyger” and “My Weezy”)


O captain, my captain, our fearful trip is done
Rolling in more green than a hole in one
(“Oh Captain! My Captain!” and “Life Should Go On”)




- Black Beauty -

„Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose“ - Gertrude Stein

The Metaverse and the Vacuum

Crush and Supernatural came out at the same time. Obvious content overlap but no interaction between poet and show. What happened? Which came first? My question was: if they’re related, what came right before them? What are they responding to?

We make work inside a culture. We make culture inside a culture. No vacuum. 

I remember reading poems full of allusions to Greek mythology and thinking, “This is too much work.” Having to go read stories (backstories) to understand a poem felt exhausting. And it made me feel stupid. And, soon enough, I was reading poems that had appropriated other text(s) to mash-up or to engage with. And I thought, “This is too easy.” We can, I can, get really judgmental when it comes to what we demand from art.

If we mention Mnemosyne, it’s labeled High Art. If we mention Sherlock, it’s labeled Low Art. But it’s the same thing. These references, these allusions, are landmarks. We use them to plant flags and share meaning. 

Some poets demand original ideas and images from every poem. Some poets are fine with generic nouns. Gertrude Stein used a rose. Wallace Stevens used a blackbird.

I remember freaking out the first time I saw a fictional character leave her invented soap opera town and show up in another soap opera’s fictional town. I remember the cruel delight I felt when, in The Men Who Stare at Goats, George Clooney’s character tries to explain to Ewan McGregor’s character what a Jedi is. We get it and we expect it now. We are no longer dumfounded by cross-overs. Of course the Law & Orders share characters. And Alien can fight Predator. And Freddy/Jason. And Batman/Superman.

Now, instead of troubling the lines between fictional worlds, we are troubling the lines between authors. Sometimes we get imitation. Sometimes we get weird, recursive loops of reference. And sometimes: innovation.

Remix culture. Metamodernism. Fan fiction, screen caps, memes. That’s where our heads are right now.

I will never be able to come up with a satisfying answer when it comes to the relationship between Crush and Supernatural. I feel honored by the Wincest community but there’s no place for me there. The insistence that everything I’ve done so far is Wincest gives me no wiggle room. I take no offense, I’m proud they found the poems worthy enough to include, but still: no wiggle room.

My new poems are about war and they are very angry. There are a few moments of clarity between friends, but mostly they are about greed and hate and fear and the dream of possibly being useful. There’s not much overlap between johnlock and War of the Foxes. And I think my next book will be even darker, because I do not like the way the world is treating itself and I have things to say about it. 

Reciprocal tenderness. That the draw here. I’m going to stop dumping praise on you and go finish my fics. This is all just to share some thoughts with you on what I’m doing here. And to confess that I don’t know why my work overlaps but I’m glad that it does. And to say that my goal as a poet is to make landmarks. If you find them at all useful, please use them. That was the point. And, of course, I’m going to use yours.

anonymous asked:

The problem with the Konomi=Gertrude theory is that her flower motif is about peonies but Gertrude is about roses.

I think it’s better because as I stated, the similarities between Witches and Puella Magi are not always THAT obvious so that deviation would actually be fine with me if she is indeed Gertrude, if not then…it was a good red herring XD

perfectlyrose  asked:


“What about Andromeda?”

“Absolutely not,” Rose replied sternly without opening her eyes, then moaned as the Doctor hit on a particularly sensitive part of her foot.

“Alright,” he said, shifting his grip to massage the area with more ease.  “How about Argalflaksnatch?”  Rose’s eyes flew open, and she levered herself up on her elbows to stare at him.  “Don’t look at me like that.  I’ll have you know it means divine hope bringer in Graftation.”

Rose’s eyes drifted down to her swollen belly, but she shook her head resolutely before laying back down on the cushions, reaching behind her for a piece of paper on the end table.

“We’re not on Grafta, Doctor,” she replied calmly.  “So while the meaning is lovely, maybe we should try something a bit more conventional to this planet.”

“Fine,” he said, only a little petulant as he moved on to her other swollen foot.  “What’s that?”

“List from Mum,” she explained, scanning the paper.  “Suggestions.”

The Doctor arched an eyebrow doubtfully.  “Any you’d care to share?”

“Um,” she hedged.  “Gertrude?”

“No,” he said quickly.


“What, seriously?”


“That’s not even a real name.”

She snorted, then sighed, laying the paper down on her belly and studying her husband.  Five years since Bad Wolf Bay, three years since they actually found the time to have a wedding, and he was still her Doctor.  But he was a little gray at the temples now, and needed his glasses more often, and she couldn’t help but wonder, in this one human life, if there weren’t a few things he missed from his old one.

“What about Susan?” she asked cautiously, and his hands stilled on her foot, his expression unreadable.

“That wasn’t her name,” he said quietly after a moment, then raised his gaze to hers.  “Not really.  It was the name she chose when we started taking a more active role with humans.  Her real name was Arkytior.  It means…well…it means Rose.”

“Really?” she asked, stunned.

He hummed an affirmative, then started massaging her foot again.  “Anyway, I don’t want to name our daughter that.  Or anything else from the past.  This is all about moving forward…new universe, new life, new new new Doctor, right?”

“Right,” she said with a laugh.  “I just thought—”

“I know,” he said with a faint smile.  “I know, and I appreciate it.  But I’d just…rather not.  This is the adventure we never thought we’d have.  Better to start fresh.”

“With Ethel?” she asked mischievously, once again consulting Jackie’s list.

“Honestly, how did you even manage to exist unscathed?” he demanded, dropping her foot, and she giggled.  He pushed her feet off his lap and moved to kneel beside her, one hand on her belly while he smoothed her hair back with the other.  “But it doesn’t matter what we name her, Rose.  Because she’ll be ours, and she’ll be loved.  That’s the important part.”

She smiled up at him as he moved in for a kiss.  “Kelsey!”

He froze just above her lips.  “What?”

“To name her,” she said.  “Kelsey.”

“Kelsey Tyler,” he said, trying the name out, then beamed.  “I love it.”