Abia acum înțelegeam de ce posturile de observație ale vânătorilor, care semănau atât de mult cu turnurile de observație din lagărele de concentrare, Abia acum înțelegeam de ce posturile de observație ale vânătorilor, care semănau atât de mult cu turnurile de observație din lagărele de concentrare, erau supranumite amvoane. Când stă în amvon, Omul este deasupra celorlalte Ființe, arogându-și dreptul de viață și de moarte asupra lor. Devine un tiran și un uzurpator....more
"Okay" is an under-fucking-statement! That was one of the most unexpected and perfect series finales I've everHELL IS OTHER PEOPLE AS IS HEAVEN
"Okay" is an under-fucking-statement! That was one of the most unexpected and perfect series finales I've ever read. Now that's how you write a story about breaking the cycle....more
For me, the Ame Orphans' backstory is the saddest in the entire series. No better way to explain how a morally grey entity like Pain came to be. The sFor me, the Ame Orphans' backstory is the saddest in the entire series. No better way to explain how a morally grey entity like Pain came to be. The sole reason I'm giving this volume a 5 stars rating. And while Nagato's last moments were extraordinarily moving, I can't say I'm fully satisfied with how this arc ended.
Naruto was meant to be an underdog (and for the most part, he was), not this shinobi version of Jesus who can bend the plot however he wishes with his Talk no Jutsu, and is favored by destiny according to some mysterious prophecies. I've never been a fan of the 'chosen one' trope, and here it's a major retcon for the main themes of the series previously established in Part I. Having in mind Sasuke and how shamelessly he's being favored by the plot (well, him and the Uchihas), I personally don't think it worked as well as Kishimoto thought it would.
Back in the day, there was this popular opinion that the series should have ended with this arc. I don't fully agree with it, but for the reasons listed above, I can't say I fully disagree with it either now that I'm revisiting the series more than ever.
And there's a big question I've always had since the very moment Nagato used not one, but two resurrection jutsu: why the hell didn't he revive Yahiko? Surely, he was under Tobi's influence, then one of those jutsu would cost his life, and we needed a plot. But still, still, this is a plot hole that shouldn't have been overlooked so easily....more
It's me, and my natural liking for characters that have already died or are inevitably going to die after a short yet impactful amount of screen time,It's me, and my natural liking for characters that have already died or are inevitably going to die after a short yet impactful amount of screen time, hi, we're the problem, it's us ...more
A stationary stone ship A granite boat that doesn't pitch That takes us nowhere That never docks On board this lighthouse we'll never get ashoreA stationary stone ship A granite boat that doesn't pitch That takes us nowhere That never docks On board this lighthouse we'll never get ashore...more
You can wander away. You can get lost. Words can do that.
And so they did in Margaret Atwood's collection of poetry, which I started reading without anyYou can wander away. You can get lost. Words can do that.
And so they did in Margaret Atwood's collection of poetry, which I started reading without any kind of expectations, just with sincere curiosity. What kind of poetry could the author of The Handmaid's Tale write? Did I expect to journey through a mixed profusion of sadness and sorrow interrupted at times by wit and a buffet filled with hard to swallow food for thought? Did I expect to find what should be considered a contemporary masterpiece in the titular poem, Dearly? Did I think it'll help me understand a little bit better how my grandmother must have felt in her later years and how much I wish she was still there? No, not really, but I'm thankful I did get exactly what I wanted.
From Dearly
It’s an old word, fading now. Dearly did I wish. Dearly did I long for. I loved him dearly.
[..]
String though, we still have string. It links things together. A string of pearls. That’s what they would say. How to keep track of the days? Each one shining, each one alone, each one then gone.
[..]
Dearly beloved, gathered here together in this closed drawer, fading now, I miss you. I miss the missing, those who left earlier. I miss even those who are still here. I miss you all dearly. Dearly do I sorrow for you.
[..]
I sorrow dearly.
From Invisible Man
That’s who is waiting for me: an invisible man defined by a dotted line:
the shape of an absence in your place at the table, sitting across from me, eating toast and eggs as usual or walking ahead up the drive, a rustling of the fallen leaves, a slight thickening of the air.
From Winter Vacations
we’re travelling faster than light. It’s almost next year, it’s almost last year, it’s almost the year before: familiar, but we can’t swear to it.
From Sorcerer's Apprentice
The Sorcerer’s Apprentice— it’s the same story: Go is easy, Stop is the hard part. In the beginning no one thinks about it. Then Wait is too late.
From Improvisations on a First Line by Yeats
Everything once had a soul, even this clam, this pebble. Each had a secret name. Everything listened. Everything was real, but didn’t always love you. You needed to take care.
From Feather
Every life is a failure
at the last hour, the hour of dried blood
From Walking in the Madman's Wood
The world that we think we see is only our best guess.
From The Aliens Arrive
The aliens arrive. We like the part where we get saved. We like the part where we get destroyed. Why do those feel so similar?
From Digging up the Scythians
Here they are, the nameless ones, who are still in some way with us. They knew what happened. They know what happens.
Lost
So many sisters lost So many lost sisters
Over the years, thousands of years So many sent away
Too soon into the night By men who thought they had the right
Rage and hatred Jealousy and fear
So many sisters killed Over the years, thousands of years
Killed by fearful men Who wanted to be taller
Over the years, thousands of years So many sisters lost
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