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'A thing of beauty is a joy forever'....'Endymion'. John Keats....1818...

I cannot overstate how well done this video is, the combination of images with Sylvia herself reading her poem. I love this so much. It only took me a couple decades to stumble across this.

Treated very badly by all ...and so foolish...it just goes to show how people can get so sucked in to these relationships .

I thought she was still alive and is running the European Union today?

He wonderfully projects stereotypes but is steadfastly undefinable..An authentic and turbulent genius who oozes heroic camp.

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So this is what a trans-pacific accent sounds like

Heil mein Frau!

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To be beautiful just to be beautiful is perfection: sex and death are perfect opposites complimenting each other .... perfectly.

Reminds me of Truman Capote ?

I'm rooting for the oven

" You make me mad, mad, bad,bad german dad dad!" Sylvia Plath ( might as well be)

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"brutality might come from our feminine aspect" bull.shit

WE so so so LOVE MM, we Honor Her with Our original song frOM 1987-- ua-cam.com/video/Z13Fve7wzzo/v-deo.html

I feel ashamed that I can’t convey my thoughts in English as elegantly and clearly despite being a native speaker

Of course he does Iaido. Based

Based.

He was gay, wasn't he?

Sad thing about American people is the misunderstanding about Japanese culture.

Temple of the Golden Pavallion one of my favorite stories

I always was intrigued by Mishima Yukio. Hid books were very insightful on the history of Japan vs modernism.

based?

Maria react and pray for my Head and receive my brothers and sisters

We will never have a Japanese like Yukio Mishima.

Eu sou a Eva Ana Paula Braun

Eu sou a Eva Ana Paula Braun

Eva está viva e Hitler está vivo

I had this recommended to me on my UA-cam page. Thank you for piquing my interest in Japan even more, Mishima-sensei.

"Quando Joe DiMaggio vai para a cama com ela, ele a trata como uma mulher e não como uma criatura de sonho. Com um pouco de desprezo e brutalidade." Anne Plantagenet

"it makes you win". Indeed!

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all fascists should follow his example

This guy was a full on fascist, but he also represents why many go down the path of fascism as sick as it is, with that being said, I think there's a lot to admire about him as a person but he definitely died for fascist ideals

The sad thing, she is everything that Germany and how the lives of the people could've been, without a war that destroyed so much of the country.

A true intellectual...I can read his "Confessions Of A Mask" over and over. I very much enjoyed his non-speaking part in the crime caper featuring a trans femme fatale, "Black Lizard".

... who looks like Miss Brown? who has, has had? Surnamen Brown, Braun?

Remarkable skill. These days anyone can sit on their asses and click on any learning resource they might ever need and get it instantly handed to them. I wonder what was his study regimen like...

Jodl should not have been hanged...he was a Wehrmact officer highly decorated in two world wars...Im not so sure about hanging Keitel either...but hanging Jodl was bullshit

SEÑORA LÁZARO He vuelto a hacerlo. Una vez por decenio me las compongo… Especie de milagro andante, mi piel que destella como una pantalla de lámpara nazi, mi pie derecho pisapapeles, mi rostro sin rasgos, delicada tela judía. Arráncame el paño, oh enemigo mío. ¿Infundo terror?... ¿La nariz, las cuencas de los ojos, todos lo dientes? El aliento agrio en un día se irá. Pronto, pronto, la carne que devoró la tétrica caverna en mí estará a sus anchas y seré una mujer que sonríe. No tengo más que treinta años. Y, al igual que los gatos, siete ocasiones para morir. Ésta es la Número Tres. ¡Qué basura a aniquilar cada diez años! ¡Qué millón de filamentos! La multitud de mascacacahuetes se apelotona para mirar cómo me desenvuelven de pies y manos. ¡Gran strip-tease! Caballero, señoras: éstas, pues, son mis manos. Mis rodillas. Puedo estar en los huesos, pero, no obstante, sigo siendo la misma idéntica mujer. La primera vez que sucedió yo tenía diez años. Fue un accidente. La segunda vez estaba decidida a seguir hasta el fin, a no regresar nunca. Meciéndome, me cerré como una concha. Tuvieron que llamarme una y otra vez, que arrancarme uno a uno los gusanos, como perlas pringosas. Morir es un arte, como todo. Yo lo hago excepcionalmente bien. Tan bien, que parece u infierno. Tan bien, que parece de veras. Supongo que cabría hablar de vocación. Es bastante fácil hacerlo en una celda. Es bastante fácil hacerlo, y quedarse esperando. Es la teatral reaparición a pleno día, en el mismo lugar, ante la misma cara, al mismo bestial y divertido grito -¡es un milagro!- que me deja inconsciente. Hay que pagar, por verme las cicatrices; hay que pagar por escucharme el corazón… Late de veras. Y hay que pagar, hay que pagar muchísimo, por palabra o contacto, o un poquito de sangre o un jirón de mi pelo o de mi ropa. ¿Y pues Herr Doktor? ¿Y pues, Herr Enemigo? Soy tu opus, soy tu inversión el bebé de oro puro que se funde en un garito. Me doy vuelta y me abraso. No creas que no estimo tu preocupación en todo lo que vale. Ceniza, ceniza… Que eres tú quien atiza y quien remueve. Carne, hueso, no queda nada… Una pastilla de jabón. Un anillo de boda. Un empaste de oro. Herr Dios, Herr Lucifer, tened cuidado, tener cuidado. De las cenizas con el cabello rojo me levanto y me como a los hombres como aire.

Tekken 2 Kazuya Mishima's face was based on this man

She was a Walkiria

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This is true, was pondering why the spirit is lost and not found in India, how the will of fire just disappeared, tho have faith the mallu esp can find the good balance of elegance and brutality.

his talking about garbage modern day cg animu what it has become, and animation was once great in the golden era 80s age of japanese animation.

He spoke in a higher pitch in English.

She is our queen

There is a severe lack of people that speak directly from their mind, instead of performing monkey like rhythmic dialogue pantomime. As a species we may have truly experienced a death of intellectualism that may never return.