Write a story or a poem based on this painting.
Monks watch as a strange enemy naval fleet descends upon their tiny sea-side state. This is the breathless moment before cannons start to fire. The black onedeath, bows his head in silence, and waits. The red onewar, prepares to cast off his cassock and take up the sword, as he is young and reckless,but eternal.
do your own homework
crossdressing with my butch friend
he has to turn away whiIe pee
I piss mind bending geometry
Giorgio, Giorgio, Memento Mori
Mayhap by my hand in the peace of your sleep
May well have scrawled in dung "I'm so deep".
It won't last, your undeserved fame from your gallimaufries
portraits of nothing, shade and crespicular light
Umbrage under the tree of mediocrity
you deserve disdain, your fortune belongs to me
Round the ompholas we speak of your name
laughing at your pursuits and attempts to be something of a painter better than me
Hesitance and palsy in your strokes more than oil
And even your wife jeers at your hopeless toil.
Pedestrian fool given budget and goading
Creating something I've created many mornings
After a long drip of coffee and laxatives
>>7477732
This is really good
I would suggest you work on the flow within individual lines, though
"Round the ompholas we speak of your name" contrasts too heavily with the surrounding, fairly informal verbiage. But still fantastic job
I'm not a poet and I suspect the meter is far off but I tried anyways:
Wind and sun follow as one
to the tower we call our prison.
Temple by day, by dusk defaced,
as the Devil himself envisioned.
The monks, you see, against the fate of the sea,
a defense well worn in admission.
For when the shadow comes close, the sky grows morose,
tonight we sail in death with decision.
Between King and Queen, we sing of these things,
but we hear only our songs of derision.
Forever the fate of those who take the bait,
to live amongst the monks in this prison.
>>7477922
Fuck off. That is total garbage.
That there is no alley for young boys
Land of dead hearts and freefalling farts
the softest hands to e'er receive you
Hands that deliver God's own Medicine
And sustain their labored walks through the alley
Fatigue is naught to these frowning gigolos
Pumping and dumping their patron's pink piccolo.
But if you laugh at these men, they will laugh back
As the flakes of mens' lightening fall from their cracks
So smug and rude and all forms of creepy
are the men whom sell mouths for other men's pee pee
So, RUN, FALL, fly all away
from the ever good dew of the gorge of the valley
From the curling fingers of the men of the alley
>>7477668
Perhaps on the upwind the sail unworled willt fly and dufloat on the planexist. He stares at the mixxled floor bentwixt him and the other. A beam of ray light stumbles over the minaret bithecee. The crimson one has a destination for his own diegits.
It was all done. The two monks stood as they admired the finished product of their hard work. The windy breeze swayed the sails, producing a soft, yet brash -AHHHHHHHH- scream. Why did everything have to scream in this world? The monks where baffled as their conscious screamed as well.
Years of determination and ignoring the rather distracting ramblings of -GARLIC BREAAAAD- made what stood there possible. Now, the voice was feeble. Eventually, it became a whisper. And someday, it will be quiet.
They sighted at the thought of the voice being no more, and simply breathed.
Finally, they were free.
>>7478098
what are you some kind of anal cuck i bet i masturbate into your dad's socks and then hide them under your bed
>>7478800
checkeod dubble dubbs speak truth an divine wisdom ?lit/ is dead
this time next year will be nothing but illiterate sons of anal cucks on hrere -ryan
>>7477688
beautiful interpretation...
Set flight to thine sail oh misty winds and
With light please guide us from peril and sin
Roses are red
Flowers are blue
Tbh this painting is pretty shit desu and idk why this thread happened desu
Outside of time, suspended in a vibrating haze
The marble steps of absurd routine
And days that measure in blow'n sand
>>7478983
Actually decent.
>>7477668
Still comes the creeping ship
As skies turn grey to green
Capital waits for no god
Big bugger slippy dippy
slipping down the little rippy
tupe o tom said get off my lawn and jump on the train towards jilipsee
tnhanks you
In reason's Sleep, among the Dead
Who long ago foresuffered the drought
That was their common waking life,
You find that Sea-sky-Mother has
Let to rest her use-worn goods:
The smile she self-wore when she was but a girl,
The naturalest geometries beheld by Brother-Sun,
The Gentle Life giv'n unto Man,
The folly she alloted him; now sunk
Into Dark of Shadow of Sea,
Into an Unholy See.
Which cannot be recovered.
Behold! on the left hand, intemperance of civilized life.
On the right hand, a doomed boat which bears no tin,
Guided only by the hands of salt-dead men.
...et la cargaison d'étain...
'Rome forgot her children in her flaming bed,
The children She begat.
Rome begat Italia.
Italia begat mi.
Ma io begat nessuno.'
These were the thoughts of Calderi Chesuno,
Condemned, forgotten, flaming priest.
How bad is it, /lit/?
>>7477668
Roses are red, violets are blue
This painting is cool, and so are you!
>>7478804
>>7478800
fuck you josh
I said "friend, do you like it here?
it's chess here, and green, and drear.
in here, come here, i got a bed for you!
you can sleep in here, and you
can see from this window me too,
fast sleeping too, in that white house,
that cylindrical house, on top there, see?
don't you like it here, hm? hey, look at me--"
An empty canvas filled
With variations on void
Upon which to express
Solitude and silent rest
(also, I don't like this painting)
>>7477668
a sail o'er yonder
makes a man wonder
let thee walk on this chess board of life
contemplating your joys and strife
>>7478070
Indeed
>>7477668
As the first Ships took up moorings on the unused pier of time, we could only watch in horror as the sanctuary we called the minds bastion was lost forever.
>>7477704
10/10
>>7481170
Parent tier.
>>7477668
From what direction dost thou come?
Here, rest thy weary head,
upon the breast of wisdom sought
by those of common thread.
Indeed ye share this thread with we
So stay and join this cloth;
I shall teach of thee he
Who's greatest by three
and the mystical ways of Thoth!
>>7477668
Waiting for Godot 2: Starring Red and Dark Blue
>>7481131
Did you make it line up that well on purpose? Well done, if so.
>>7477668
Please post more high res Chirico if have.
>>7481710
Wise one...
