The shadows on the walls don't recognize me anymore

[sovay]

All these terrible people whose weight the earth cannot afford, doing their best to take the rest of us with them to their Armageddon with the most toys, and not a one of them will ever be a tenth of a thousandth as cool as the living tradition of an epic poem performed with chugging guitar riffs: Exhibit A, Ereimang's "(Kwakta Lamjel)" (2023). All you fascists bound to be boring.

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[sovay]

I love in the video when the dancer on the right, who's been doing the traditional moves with her hands, etc., has the veil over her head and is doing moves I associate with rap--I mean, maybe those are traditional too! But it looks to me like a borrowing, and I love it. Love everything about this.

Yes! You can tell the tradition is alive because it is still changing shape. And now I know a little about another epic and I can learn more. It still works to tell the story.

[asakiyume]

(Also, and unnecessarily because you clearly get what I mean but: I said "the dancer on the right," but from our perspective as viewers it was the dancer on the left. Also known as "the other right")

And amen about another epic! Brain go fizz on story.