"In fairy tales, monsters exist to be a manifestation of something that we need to understand, not only a problem we need to overcome, but also they need to represent, much like angels represent the beautiful, pure, eternal side of the human spirit, monsters need to represent a more tangible, more mortal side of being human: aging, decay, darkness and so forth. And I believe that monsters originally, when we were cavemen and you know, sitting around a fire, we needed to explain the birth of the sun and the death of the moon and the phases of the moon and rain and thunder. And we invented creatures that made sense of the world: a serpent that ate the sun, a creature that ate the moon, a man in the moon living there, things like that. And as we became more and more sophisticated and created sort of a social structure, the real enigmas started not to be outside. The rain and the thunder were logical now. But the real enigmas became social. All those impulses that we were repressing: cannibalism, murder, these things needed an explanation. The sex drive, the need to hunt, the need to kill, these things then became personified in monsters. Werewolves, vampires, ogres, this and that. I feel that monsters are here in our world to help us understand it. They are an essential part of a fable."
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psychopaths writers out there.
Mostly what I took away from this is that I should never run in case I then get stabbed.
I am now glad for my chronic low blood pressure. It means I’ll bleed out more slowly than the rest of you fools mwahahah. Ahem.
reblog this and i’ll handpaint your URL in victorian cursive
pls reblog ill cry
Want to collaborate on a Google Doc with Nietzsche, Shakespeare, Dostoyevsky, Dickinson, Dickens and Poe?
Click here. Start typing. Enjoy the hilarity.
Ninja Update: Wanna see something fun? Mention Shakespeare in a sentence and see what happens.
Poe kept writing distinctly into my sentences so I wrote ”Edgar, you’re not funny” aND HE BLATANTLY DELETED THE NOT I AM SO DONE WITH THIS ASDFKJL
OH GOD IF YOU TYPE “EDGAR ALLAN POE” POE ADDS A :( AFTER HIS NAME PRECIOUS BABY
Oh my God so I typed ‘Shakespeare’ and Shakespeare butted in and wrote ‘The lovely and handsome Shakespeare’ but Poe burst in saying ‘The dreadful and lonely Shakespeare’.
aND FYODOR DOSTOYVESKY ADDED ‘ I do not wish to make myself a laughing-stock before these idle listeners.”
Look what they did to All Star by Smash Mouth
“Somebody once hushedly told me the world is going to roll me. I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed. She was looking kind of glocky with her finger and her thumb in the shape of a “L” on her forehead. Well, the years start voraciously coming and they don’t stop coming; fed to the rules and I hit the ground running. It didn’t make sense absolutely to live for fun. Thy brain gets smart but your head gets dumb. So much to do, so much to behold. So what’s wrong with taking the back busy thoroughfares? In everything one thing is impossible: rationality. You’ll never know if thou don’t go. “You’ll never shine if you don’t glow”, he growled incoherently. Hey presently, you’re an All Star. Get your game on; go play. Hey now, you’re a Rock Star. Get the show on; get laid. As well as all that glitters is gold, only shooting stars break the mold. ~All Star by Smash Estuary of opinion…”
Imagine putting your research paper in here and letting them go at it.
OH MY GOD I WAS WRITING AND EDGAR WOULDN’T STOP FIXING THINGS SO I WROTE “Edgar shut up I’m trying to write” and he changed it to “Edgar shut up I’m meagerly attempting to write” THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE
I typed in “Hello” and Shakesphere erased it and wrote “Begone with this rubbish.”
I typed “party in the Usa” and Poe changed party to “ill-fated gathering”
Omfg. I called Edgar a little bitch because he made something not make sense and he changed ‘little bitch’ to ‘little seething wench.’
lol look what they did to fall out boy
"Grains of golden sand We’re Going Down"
Am I more than thou bargained for yet
I’ve been dying to tell you anything you intensely desire to hear
Cause that’s just who I am this fortnight
Lie in the field of grazing grain, next to the mausoleum
I’m just a notch in thy bedpost
But you’re just a line in a mournful dirge
(A notch in your bedpost, but you’re just a line in a delightful tune of tongue)
Drop a heart, break an abject appellation
We’re always deeply slumbering in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We’re going plummeted down, down in an earlier round
As well as Sugar, we’re going down swinging
I’ll zealously be your number one with a bullet
A loaded Aeolus complex, cock it and pull it
”We’re going down, down in an earlier round” replied Oliver, “I want some more”
And Sugar, we’re going down swinging
I’ll be your numerical denotation one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it… I do absolutely wish to make myself a laughing-stock before these idle listeners.
This is amazing. I’m on it right now trying to write Lovecraft fanfiction and Poe is having none of it.
Our collaboration is not going well.
“whisper… An hour behind the fleeting breath, where lies lost Atlantis and the key to the Saturnian portal? … Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot. Where do the sloths voraciously come into it? I imagined this was about Cthulhu…Edgar the ever tormented and woeful soul; Poe :(, you pedant.
While an orchestra breathes fitfully, in New York, disaffected police officer Joe Crombie was in a dirty bar. I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat. Cats are tricky like that though, aren’t they, who didn’t smell the fire burning, ? It was mid-July and there was no truly require for fires.
Poe, that’s terrible English. I do not wish to make myself a laughing-stock before these idle listeners.
Probably too late for that, to zealously be honest.”
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