This is a new anime discussion thread for general anime discussion since we've been using the Spring 2008 thread for the past two years.
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>>74-78
I've watched all the classics I've cared to, so I think I set the bar lower for shows that are topical.
Unfortunately it seems they aren't any enthusiasts worth talking to, with anyone sufficiently knowledgeable being either an insufferable embarrassment of a wota, a self-loathing 4chan nerd, a wannabe scholar of postmodernism, or a closeted powerlevel concealer.
Guess it's only a matter of seasons until I join your ranks.
>insufferable embarrassment of a wota
I thought all wota were embarrassments
>closeted powerlevel concealer
Please explain.
>>80
The expression is from some old piece of kopipe about "concealing your power level" around less knowledgeable people.
I never bother to mention, let alone discuss, my nerdiest hobbies with people who don't seem to know the topic much. Which means that I also don't seem to know the topic much.
according to Robert Creeley, her poems have "a quiet and enabling signature." He adds, "I don’t think there’s another poet writing who is so consummate in authority and yet so generous to her readers and company alike."
robert creeley also said (in the 1980s' at NAROPA):
"The language poets..... ehhhhhhhhhhh...
they're alright,
I guess."
IMAGISM WILL ALWAYS WIN BECAUSE IT IS THE ONLY AESTHETIC WHICH CAN BE RELATED TO "OBJECTIVELY".
After Li Po
While my hair was still cut straight
across my foreheadI played at the front gate, pulling
flowers.You came by on bamboo stilts, playing
horse,You walked about my seat, playing with
blue plums. And we went on living in the village of
Chokan:Two small people, without dislike or
suspicion. At fourteen I married My Lord you.
I never laughed, being bashful.
Lowering my head, I looked at the wall.
Called to, a thousand times, I never
looked back.At fifteen I stopped scowling,
I desired my dust to be mingled with
yoursForever and forever and forever.
Why should I climb the lookout?
At sixteen you departed,
You went into far Ku-to-en, by the river
of swirling eddies,And you have been gone five months.
The monkeys make sorrowful noise
overhead.You dragged your feet when you went
out,By the gate now, the moss is grown,
the different mosses,Too deep to clear them away!
The leaves fall early this autumn, in
wind.The paired butterflies are already
yellow with AugustOver the grass in the West garden;
They hurt me. I grow older.
If you are coming down through the
narrows of the river Kiang,Please let me know beforehand,
And I will come out to meet you
As far as Cho-fu-sa.this thread is now about post-modernism and the artists which "invented" it
At fourteen I married My Lord you.
At fifteen I stopped scowling,
I desired my dust to be mingled with
At sixteen you departed
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I'm in love with the Morton salt girl.
I want to pour salt in her hair and watch
her dance. I want to walk her through the
salt rain and pretend that it is water. I want to
get lost in the Washington Cathedral and follow her
salt trail to freedom.
I want to discover her salt lick in the forests of Virginia.
I want to stand in line for hours to see her walk on in
the middle of a movie only to have the film break and watch salt
pour out and flood the aisles. I want to sit in an empty theater
up to my eyeballs in salt and dream of her.
When I go home she will be waiting for me in her white dress
and I will drink salt water and lose my bad dreams.
I will seek the blindness of salt, salt down my wounds,
hang like a side of ham over the curtain rod in the bathroom
and let her pour salt directly on my body.
When she is done I will lick her salty lips with my tongue
and walk her down the stairs into the rain, wishing that I
could grow gills and bathe in her vast salt seas.
There once was a witch from Nantucket
Who came across a loli in a bucket
They fought in the air
with nary a care
'til the witch said "here is my dick, now suck it"
What the fuck happened to this thread?
Did someone miss the high thread or something?
One picture after another, bearing no relation but setting and topic, drawn by distinct individuals at different times
Wait, who doesn't like PSG? I especially like Panty's seiyuu, kinda sounds like a cross between Revy (豊口めぐみ) and Etna (半場友恵).
First four episodes of Kuragehime: meets with approval, though some Genshiken themes are evident by the second episode.
Panty is hot
>>104
I am starting to develop a crush on the cross-dressing younger brother in Kuragehime
> Japanese animation studio Studio 4°C has in production a new ThunderCats animated series scheduled for release in 2011 by Cartoon Network. The show has been hinted at explaining Lion-O's climb to the throne with a more original anime feel and darker style.
Wanting a change from anime, I decided to rewatch the childhood classic, only to find this. I'm not sure how to feel about it yet. Let's hope it's good!
Also, on a related note: some – if not all – animation for the original cartoon was done by the Japanese. And The Centurions was animated by Sunrise. Fancy that.