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Official Great Works Draft (5 Viewers)

It will be. When they offer it to us in the right slot.
Do you honestly not make yourself laugh at yourself?
All the time.Rodg, MisfitBlondes is skipped for 44 as well. We won't accept the Hoover Dam pick until they repick for 43. And they're on autoskip from this point forward until they make up pick 43.I have to leave now and will be gone until late this evening. If my pick (s) come up, please skip me for today. I will update when I return. Thanks.
 
Actually Chiwawa, I can't do that, because it's not fair to the other drafters to allow you to skip a pick. If you want the Hoover Dam pick, it goes as pick 43 and you still owe a pick for 44. If you choose not do this, then I can't allow you to make any more picks until your 43 pick has been made.Rodg, MisfitBlondes is on autoskip until his team has supplied us a pick for both 43 and 44.
You allowed me to do this last time there was an issue. Have some consistency, man!
It was a mistake, I shouldn't have done it. Besides, there is now a pattern emerging: Your team makes three or four very good picks in a row, followed by a ridiculous choice which you know beforehand is going to be thrown out, followed by a bunch of insults made to me personally by both Misfit Blondes and outsiders (I'm a bit surprised those haven't come up yet.) Frankly, what I really should have done is kicked you guys out of the draft a long time ago. I haven't done so because I've tried to be tolerant, and because part of me finds the whole thing amusing at this point. But please don't go trying to tell me now what I can and can't do. If you have a problem with it, appeal and be done with it. My ruling stands.
So out of 44 rounds we have made 10 ridiculous picks? I would like you to point out which 10 are ridiculous please if there is really a pattern here. Also please tell me what exactly is ridiculous about the Industrial Revolution. If you don't think it fits the category well, then that is fine, but does that mean we have to agree with you? I don't think so.On what grounds would you have to kick us out? We have made excellent selections and participated in discussions, not to mention making our picks in a very timely matter much more often than not.
Also, Timbo, this Chiwawa girl sounds really hot, so you better not mess with her anymore.
 
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It will be. When they offer it to us in the right slot.
Do you honestly not make yourself laugh at yourself?
All the time.Rodg, MisfitBlondes is skipped for 44 as well. We won't accept the Hoover Dam pick until they repick for 43. And they're on autoskip from this point forward until they make up pick 43.I have to leave now and will be gone until late this evening. If my pick (s) come up, please skip me for today. I will update when I return. Thanks.
Why so German?
 
44.08 Millau Viaduct (Building/Structure)

The Millau Viaduct may not be the longest bridge in the world but it is current the tallest vehicular bridge standing at a whopping 353 meters which is taller than the epitome of French symbols- the Eiffel Tower. The bridge was opened in December 2004 and crosses the Valley of the River Tarn close to Millau in the South of France. The bridge was designed by structural engineer Michel Virlogeux and architect Norman Foster and possesses both an engineering wow factor and an audacious design. The architect Normal Foster was quoted as saying that the bridge looked ‘impossibly delicate’ and was a ‘dialogue between nature and the man made.’, after looking at this elegant structure it is hard to disagree.
Stretching higher than the Eiffel Tower, the Viaduc de Millau Bridge is a marvel of art and architecture that caught the eye of even flamboyant French President Jacques Chirac. Stretching across southern France’s Tarn River Gorge, it is 1.6 miles (2.6 kilometers) long and soaring to 1,132 feet (343 meters) at its highest point, it is the tallest bridge in the world. Built by the firm that also built the Eiffel Tower, its spectacular presence bowls over one and all!
Link to pics
 
Musical theater fight! Musical theater fight!

:popcorn:
You're a naughty oneSaucy Jack

You're a haughty oneSaucy Jack
I'll draft it for a dollar.Actually I'd do it for nothing.

It would be worth it just to 'see' Tim's head explode . . .
:lol: So I just looked it up since I didn't remember any more of the song- figured you come back with something else and I'd have nothing left... turns out they've actually made a recording of it available for free download

 
Timmay and Rodg, please move my 37.13 selection - CERN Large Hadron Collider to Wildcard.

TIA

UH
Done, GB. :lol: Clearing the way for an upcoming Building/Structure pick???

:popcorn:
:o
:lmao: I wasn't talking about the Hoover Dam.........

Could you please re-pick though so this episode will be over??
haha, ok. I was worried. FYI, not sure it matters to any of you or not but i will cry real tears if I get sniped. Big sad pitiful tears. :o I do not have the authority to repick. Plus I don't really want to so I will not be taking the law into my own hands today.

 
Actually Chiwawa, I can't do that, because it's not fair to the other drafters to allow you to skip a pick. If you want the Hoover Dam pick, it goes as pick 43 and you still owe a pick for 44. If you choose not do this, then I can't allow you to make any more picks until your 43 pick has been made.

Rodg, MisfitBlondes is on autoskip until his team has supplied us a pick for both 43 and 44.
You allowed me to do this last time there was an issue. Have some consistency, man!
It was a mistake, I shouldn't have done it. Besides, there is now a pattern emerging: Your team makes three or four very good picks in a row, followed by a ridiculous choice which you know beforehand is going to be thrown out, followed by a bunch of insults made to me personally by both Misfit Blondes and outsiders (I'm a bit surprised those haven't come up yet.) Frankly, what I really should have done is kicked you guys out of the draft a long time ago. I haven't done so because I've tried to be tolerant, and because part of me finds the whole thing amusing at this point. But please don't go trying to tell me now what I can and can't do. If you have a problem with it, appeal and be done with it. My ruling stands.
Yes, there is a pattern emerging. According to my watch it is time once again for you to threaten to quit the draft, so others will beg you to stay. :bag: Man, drafting on message boards is SERIOUS BUSINESS.

 
44.08 Millau Viaduct (Building/Structure)

The Millau Viaduct may not be the longest bridge in the world but it is current the tallest vehicular bridge standing at a whopping 353 meters which is taller than the epitome of French symbols- the Eiffel Tower. The bridge was opened in December 2004 and crosses the Valley of the River Tarn close to Millau in the South of France. The bridge was designed by structural engineer Michel Virlogeux and architect Norman Foster and possesses both an engineering wow factor and an audacious design. The architect Normal Foster was quoted as saying that the bridge looked ‘impossibly delicate’ and was a ‘dialogue between nature and the man made.’, after looking at this elegant structure it is hard to disagree.
Stretching higher than the Eiffel Tower, the Viaduc de Millau Bridge is a marvel of art and architecture that caught the eye of even flamboyant French President Jacques Chirac. Stretching across southern France’s Tarn River Gorge, it is 1.6 miles (2.6 kilometers) long and soaring to 1,132 feet (343 meters) at its highest point, it is the tallest bridge in the world. Built by the firm that also built the Eiffel Tower, its spectacular presence bowls over one and all!
Link to pics
DRiving across that bridge would be the scariest thing I could ever see myself doing. Driving across the Royal Gorge bridge was bad enough, and that was only 321 meters up, but it is over a canyon so it'isn't so far across.
 
Timmay and Rodg, please move my 37.13 selection - CERN Large Hadron Collider to Wildcard.

TIA

UH
Done, GB. :thumbup: Clearing the way for an upcoming Building/Structure pick???

:hot:
:o
:lmao: I wasn't talking about the Hoover Dam.........

Could you please re-pick though so this episode will be over??
haha, ok. I was worried. FYI, not sure it matters to any of you or not but i will cry real tears if I get sniped. Big sad pitiful tears. :cry: I do not have the authority to repick. Plus I don't really want to so I will not be taking the law into my own hands today.
:bag: I thought you fired MfB the other day??

 
:lmao: I wasn't talking about the Hoover Dam.........

Could you please re-pick though so this episode will be over??
haha, ok. I was worried. FYI, not sure it matters to any of you or not but i will cry real tears if I get sniped. Big sad pitiful tears. :cry: I do not have the authority to repick. Plus I don't really want to so I will not be taking the law into my own hands today.
:thumbup: I thought you fired MfB the other day??
well it didn't work
 
43.14 - Misfit Blondes (repick needed)

Skipped

39.19 - Tirnan (autoskip if not around)

40.02 - Tirnan (autoskip if not around)

41.06 - Abrantes (autoskip)

41.10 - thatguy (autoskip)

41.19 - Tirnan (autoskip if not around - Get Better GB)

42.02 - Tirnan (autoskip)

42.11 - Thatguy (autoskip)

42.15 - Abrantes (autoskip)

43.06 - Abrantes (autoskip)

43.10 - thatguy (autoskip after time out)

43.12 - Mister CIA (autoskip)

43.16 - Scott Norwood/Anborn (timed out)

43.19 - Tirnan (autoskip)

44.02 - Tirnan (autoskip)

44.05 - Scott Norwood/Anborn (autoskip after time out)

44.09 - Team CIA (autoskip)

44.10 - El Floppo (autoskip if not here)

44.11 - Thatguy (autoskip)

44.12 - Big Rocks - OTC

44.13 - Tides of War (autoskip)

44.14 - BobbyLayne - On Deck

44.15 - Abrantes (autoskip)

44.16 - Doug B (autoskip)

44.17 - Timschochet (autoskip if not back)

44.18 - Postradamus

44.19 - Rodg

44.20 - Krista

 
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In his writing, he pioneered the use of blank verse - nonrhyming lines of iambic pentameter - which many of his contemporaries, including William Shakespeare, later adopted. In 1593, he was accused of heresy (maintaining beliefs contrary to those of an approved religion), arrested and put on a sort of probation. On May 30, 1593, shortly after being released, he became involved in a tavern brawl and was killed when one of the combatants stabbed him in the head.

He only produced seven plays before his untimely death at age 29, but his shadow continues to fall upon the theatre to the present age. This is the second of his plays taken in this draft - and likely not the last.

44.14 (874th pick) - The Tragicall History of Doctor Faustus - Play

Christopher Marlowe

Overview

Doctor Faustus, a well-respected German scholar, grows dissatisfied with the limits of traditional forms of knowledge - logic, medicine, law, and religion - and decides that he wants to learn to practice magic. His friends Valdes and Cornelius instruct him in the black arts, and he begins his new career as a magician by summoning up Mephastophilis, a devil. Despite Mephastophilis's warnings about the horrors of hell, Faustus tells the devil to return to his master, Lucifer, with an offer of Faustus's soul in exchange for twenty-four years of service from Mephastophilis. Meanwhile, Wagner, Faustus's servant, has picked up some magical ability and uses it to press a clown named Robin into his service.

Mephastophilis returns to Faustus with word that Lucifer has accepted Faustus's offer. Faustus experiences some misgivings and wonders if he should repent and save his soul; in the end, though, he agrees to the deal, signing it with his blood. As soon as he does so, the words “Homo fuge,” Latin for “O man, fly,” appear branded on his arm. Faustus again has second thoughts, but Mephastophilis bestows rich gifts on him and gives him a book of spells to learn. Later, Mephastophilis answers all of his questions about the nature of the world, refusing to answer only when Faustus asks him who made the universe. This refusal prompts yet another bout of misgivings in Faustus, but Mephastophilis and Lucifer bring in personifications of the Seven Deadly Sins to prance about in front of Faustus, and he is impressed enough to quiet his doubts.

Armed with his new powers and attended by Mephastophilis, Faustus begins to travel. He goes to the pope's court in Rome, makes himself invisible, and plays a series of tricks. He disrupts the pope's banquet by stealing food and boxing the pope's ears. Following this incident, he travels through the courts of Europe, with his fame spreading as he goes. Eventually, he is invited to the court of the German emperor, Charles V (the enemy of the pope), who asks Faustus to allow him to see Alexander the Great, the famed fourth-century b.c. Macedonian king and conqueror. Faustus conjures up an image of Alexander, and Charles is suitably impressed. A knight scoffs at Faustus's powers, and Faustus chastises him by making antlers sprout from his head. Furious, the knight vows revenge.

Meanwhile, Robin, Wagner's clown, has picked up some magic on his own, and with his fellow stablehand, Rafe, he undergoes a number of comic misadventures. At one point, he manages to summon Mephastophilis, who threatens to turn Robin and Rafe into animals (or perhaps even does transform them; the text isn't clear) to punish them for their foolishness.

Faustus then goes on with his travels, playing a trick on a horse-courser along the way. Faustus sells him a horse that turns into a heap of straw when ridden into a river. Eventually, Faustus is invited to the court of the Duke of Vanholt, where he performs various feats. The horse-courser shows up there, along with Robin, a man named **** (Rafe in the A text), and various others who have fallen victim to Faustus's trickery. But Faustus casts spells on them and sends them on their way, to the amusement of the duke and duchess.

As the twenty-four years of his deal with Lucifer come to a close, Faustus begins to dread his impending death. He has Mephastophilis call up Helen of Troy, the famous beauty from the ancient world, and uses her presence to impress a group of scholars. An old man urges Faustus to repent, but Faustus drives him away. Faustus summons Helen again and exclaims rapturously about her beauty. But time is growing short. Faustus tells the scholars about his pact, and they are horror-stricken and resolve to pray for him. On the final night before the expiration of the twenty-four years, Faustus is overcome by fear and remorse. He begs for mercy, but it is too late. At midnight, a host of devils appears and carries his soul off to hell. In the morning, the scholars find Faustus's limbs and decide to hold a funeral for him.

Doctor Faustus was probably written in 1592, although the exact date of its composition is uncertain, since it was not published until a decade later. The idea of an individual selling his or her soul to the devil for knowledge is an old motif in Christian folklore, one that had become attached to the historical persona of Johannes Faustus, a disreputable astrologer who lived in Germany sometime in the early 1500s. The immediate source of Marlowe's play seems to be the anonymous German work Historia von D. Iohan Fausten of 1587, which was translated into English in 1592, and from which Marlowe lifted the bulk of the plot for his drama. Although there had been literary representations of Faust prior to Marlowe's play, Doctor Faustus is the first famous version of the story. Later versions include the long and famous poem Faust by the nineteenth-century Romantic writer Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, as well as operas by Charles Gounod and Arrigo Boito and a symphony by Hector Berlioz. Meanwhile, the phrase “Faustian bargain” has entered the English lexicon, referring to any deal made for a short-term gain with great costs in the long run.

protagonist · Doctor Faustus

major conflict · Faustus sells his soul to Lucifer in exchange for twenty-four years of immense power, but the desire to repent begins to plague him as the fear of hell grows in him.

rising action · Faustus's study of dark magic and his initial conversations with Mephastophilis

climax · Faustus's sealing of the pact that promises his soul to Lucifer

falling action · Faustus's traveling of the world and performing of magic for various rulers

themes · Sin, redemption, and damnation; the conflict between medieval and Renaissance values; absolute power and corruption; the dividedness of human nature

motifs · Magic and the supernatural; practical jokes

symbols · Blood; Faustus's rejection of the ancient authorities; the good angel and the evil angel

foreshadowing · The play constantly hints at Faustus's ultimate damnation. His blood congeals when he tries to sign away his soul; the words Homo fuge, meaning 'Fly, man!', appear on his arm after he makes the pact; and he is constantly tormented by misgivings and fears of hell.

ETA: correct typos

 
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44.14 (874th pick) - The Tragicall History of Doctor Faustus - Play

Christopher Marlowe
You are just all over the plays I've been considering for rounds but didn't take. I mentioned this one a while ago to Fennis but never took it. I even had a write-up done for Mother Courage once but ended up changing my mind. Love the picls!
 
In his writing, he pioneered the use of blank verse - nonrhyming lines of iambic pentameter - which many of his contemporaries, including William Shakespeare, later adopted. In 1593, he was accused of heresy (maintaining beliefs contrary to those of an approved religion), arrested and put on a sort of probation. On May 30, 1593, shortly after being released, he became involved in a tavern brawl and was killed when one of the combatants stabbed him in the head.

He only produced seven plays before his untimely death at age 29, but his shadow continues to fall upon the theatre to the present age. This is the second of his plays taken in this draft - and likely not the last.

44.14 (874th pick) - The Tragicall History of Doctor Faustus - Play

Christopher Marlowe

ETA: correct typos
mofo.This is the one I referred to when another Marlowe got picked rounds ago... really thought I'd be getting it later.

 
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44.18 The Fighting Temeraire tugged to her last Berth to be broken up - J.M.W. Turner (Painting)

My favorite piece by Turner. May as well close out my paintings category :cry: with this bad boy

wiki below

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Description

When Turner came to paint this picture he was at the height of his career, having exhibited at the Royal Academy, London, for 40 years. He was renowned for his highly atmospheric paintings in which he explored the subjects of the weather, the sea and the effects of light. He spent much of his life near the River Thames estuary and did many paintings of ships and waterside scenes, both in watercolour and in oils.

Turner frequently made small sketches and then worked them into finished paintings in the studio. He was present when this ship was towed and made some sketches of it. However, he appears to have used some license in the finished painting, which has taken on symbolic meaning.

[edit] Symbolism

The composition of this painting is unusual in that the most significant object, the old warship, is positioned well to the left of the painting, where it rises in stately splendour and almost ghostlike colours against a triangle of blue sky and rising mist that throws it into relief. The beauty of the old ship is in stark contrast to the dirty blackened tugboat with its tall smokestack, which scurries across the still surface of the river "like a water beetle".[citation needed]

Turner has used the triangle of blue to frame a second triangle of masted ships, which progressively decrease in size as they become more distant. Temeraire and tugboat have passed a small river craft with its gaff-rigged sail barely catching a breeze. Beyond this a square-rigger drifts, with every bit of sail extended. Another small craft shows as a patch of white further down the river. In the far distance, beyond the second tugboat which makes its way towards them, a three-masted ship rides at anchor.

On the opposite side of the painting to Temeraire, and exactly the same distance from the frame as the ship's main mast, the sun sets above the estuary, its rays extending into the clouds above it, and across the surface of the water. The flaming red of the clouds is reflected in the river. It exactly repeats the colour of the smoke which pours from the funnel of the tugboat. The sun setting symbolises the end of an epoch in British Naval history. (Venning, 2003)

Behind Temeraire, a gleaming sliver of the waxing moon casts a silvery beam across the ocean, symbolising the commencement of the new, industrial era.[citation needed]

[edit] Historical inaccuracies

Some apparent inaccuracies have been pointed out, which may, in part, be explicable.

* The ship was not known as the "Fighting Temeraire". It was actually known to her crew as "Saucy Temeraire", however the appellation "Fighting" is probably just an emotive description on Turner's part.[1]

* Although not an old ship, Temeraire had suffered considerable damage at the Battle of Trafalgar and according to witnesses the hull of the ship had deteriorated badly. This is not apparent in Turner's picture.

* Before being broken up, the ship had been lying in the Chatham Dockyard as a hulk, having been used for a time as a prison ship. It had no masts or rigging or other superstructure, as depicted in the painting.[1]

* There were two steamboats towing the hull, rather than just the one in the painting.[2] In the painting, a second paddle-wheel tug can be seen making its way up the river.

* The relative placement of the sun and crescent moon identify the scene as a sunset rather than a sunrise. However, it has been pointed out that the ship was being towed up the River Thames (westbound), and so the sunset could not have been behind it.[2]

Greatest painting in a British art gallery

In 2005, The Fighting Temeraire was voted the greatest painting in a British art gallery.[1] The painting, which hangs in the National Gallery in London, won 31,892 votes, more than a quarter of the 118,111 cast in a poll organised by the BBC Today radio programme. In second place was John Constable's The Hay Wain, Édouard Manet's A Bar at the Folies-Bergère was third, and The Arnolfini Portrait by Jan van Eyck was fourth. Any painting displayed in a British gallery was eligible for the vote.*** SPOILER ALERT! Click this link to display the potential spoiler text in this box. ***");document.close();

 
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Bunny el Floppo, I regret to inform that I called the judge to inquire on The Giving Tree, and he says it doesn't fit the category.
Really? What does Mr knowitall think it is?I've got a poem spot to fill... does it work there?
It's a children's book that relies heavily on illustrations. If you really want to get into it, I can have him post. The poem judge would have to tell you whether it's a poem. Not everything fits into a category, you know.
Thanks K- missed your reply. Not happy about the content though- but I thought some might take issue.Poem judge?I'm not about to take this as a WildCard, but I'm more than happy with it in the Poem category. THought I was being all clever and #### with the kid's book.
 
I guess I'll be up in minute, and I need to warn you all that I am drafting angry today. I've literally been shaking for hours about something work-related, can't really even think about making a pick, and will be doing so out of sheer rage. You might want to back up, or duck. Or both.

 
I guess I'll be up in minute, and I need to warn you all that I am drafting angry today. I've literally been shaking for hours about something work-related, can't really even think about making a pick, and will be doing so out of sheer rage. You might want to back up, or duck. Or both.
:lmao: :cry:

 
Bunny el Floppo, I regret to inform that I called the judge to inquire on The Giving Tree, and he says it doesn't fit the category.
Really? What does Mr knowitall think it is?I've got a poem spot to fill... does it work there?
It's a children's book that relies heavily on illustrations. If you really want to get into it, I can have him post. The poem judge would have to tell you whether it's a poem. Not everything fits into a category, you know.
Thanks K- missed your reply. Not happy about the content though- but I thought some might take issue.Poem judge?I'm not about to take this as a WildCard, but I'm more than happy with it in the Poem category. THought I was being all clever and #### with the kid's book.
I'm having a hard time remembering how it was written, I don't believe it was written in poetry though that's what Silverstein is known for mostly...I figured it more of a shorty story than a poem. If I can find a copy somewhere I'd be able to let you know, but if my memory serves me correctly, I don't think it really fits in poems.
 
Bunny el Floppo, I regret to inform that I called the judge to inquire on The Giving Tree, and he says it doesn't fit the category.
Really? What does Mr knowitall think it is?I've got a poem spot to fill... does it work there?
It's a children's book that relies heavily on illustrations. If you really want to get into it, I can have him post. The poem judge would have to tell you whether it's a poem. Not everything fits into a category, you know.
Thanks K- missed your reply. Not happy about the content though- but I thought some might take issue.Poem judge?I'm not about to take this as a WildCard, but I'm more than happy with it in the Poem category. THought I was being all clever and #### with the kid's book.
I'm having a hard time remembering how it was written, I don't believe it was written in poetry though that's what Silverstein is known for mostly...I figured it more of a shorty story than a poem. If I can find a copy somewhere I'd be able to let you know, but if my memory serves me correctly, I don't think it really fits in poems.
gadjnammit.I still think of it as a short-story, illustrated. Does that really make it less of a short-story?
 
44.18 The Fighting Temeraire tugged to her last Berth to be broken up - J.M.W. Turner (Painting)

My favorite piece by Turner. May as well close out my paintings category :thumbdown: with this bad boy

wiki below

mytagid = Math.floor( Math.random() * 100 );document.write("

Description

When Turner came to paint this picture he was at the height of his career, having exhibited at the Royal Academy, London, for 40 years. He was renowned for his highly atmospheric paintings in which he explored the subjects of the weather, the sea and the effects of light. He spent much of his life near the River Thames estuary and did many paintings of ships and waterside scenes, both in watercolour and in oils.

Turner frequently made small sketches and then worked them into finished paintings in the studio. He was present when this ship was towed and made some sketches of it. However, he appears to have used some license in the finished painting, which has taken on symbolic meaning.

[edit] Symbolism

The composition of this painting is unusual in that the most significant object, the old warship, is positioned well to the left of the painting, where it rises in stately splendour and almost ghostlike colours against a triangle of blue sky and rising mist that throws it into relief. The beauty of the old ship is in stark contrast to the dirty blackened tugboat with its tall smokestack, which scurries across the still surface of the river "like a water beetle".[citation needed]

Turner has used the triangle of blue to frame a second triangle of masted ships, which progressively decrease in size as they become more distant. Temeraire and tugboat have passed a small river craft with its gaff-rigged sail barely catching a breeze. Beyond this a square-rigger drifts, with every bit of sail extended. Another small craft shows as a patch of white further down the river. In the far distance, beyond the second tugboat which makes its way towards them, a three-masted ship rides at anchor.

On the opposite side of the painting to Temeraire, and exactly the same distance from the frame as the ship's main mast, the sun sets above the estuary, its rays extending into the clouds above it, and across the surface of the water. The flaming red of the clouds is reflected in the river. It exactly repeats the colour of the smoke which pours from the funnel of the tugboat. The sun setting symbolises the end of an epoch in British Naval history. (Venning, 2003)

Behind Temeraire, a gleaming sliver of the waxing moon casts a silvery beam across the ocean, symbolising the commencement of the new, industrial era.[citation needed]

[edit] Historical inaccuracies

Some apparent inaccuracies have been pointed out, which may, in part, be explicable.

* The ship was not known as the "Fighting Temeraire". It was actually known to her crew as "Saucy Temeraire", however the appellation "Fighting" is probably just an emotive description on Turner's part.[1]

* Although not an old ship, Temeraire had suffered considerable damage at the Battle of Trafalgar and according to witnesses the hull of the ship had deteriorated badly. This is not apparent in Turner's picture.

* Before being broken up, the ship had been lying in the Chatham Dockyard as a hulk, having been used for a time as a prison ship. It had no masts or rigging or other superstructure, as depicted in the painting.[1]

* There were two steamboats towing the hull, rather than just the one in the painting.[2] In the painting, a second paddle-wheel tug can be seen making its way up the river.

* The relative placement of the sun and crescent moon identify the scene as a sunset rather than a sunrise. However, it has been pointed out that the ship was being towed up the River Thames (westbound), and so the sunset could not have been behind it.[2]

Greatest painting in a British art gallery

In 2005, The Fighting Temeraire was voted the greatest painting in a British art gallery.[1] The painting, which hangs in the National Gallery in London, won 31,892 votes, more than a quarter of the 118,111 cast in a poll organised by the BBC Today radio programme. In second place was John Constable's The Hay Wain, Édouard Manet's A Bar at the Folies-Bergère was third, and The Arnolfini Portrait by Jan van Eyck was fourth. Any painting displayed in a British gallery was eligible for the vote.*** SPOILER ALERT! Click this link to display the potential spoiler text in this box. ***");document.close();
Nice pick. That's a sick painting.
 
Really? What does Mr knowitall think it is?

I've got a poem spot to fill... does it work there?
It's a children's book that relies heavily on illustrations. If you really want to get into it, I can have him post. The poem judge would have to tell you whether it's a poem. Not everything fits into a category, you know.
Thanks K- missed your reply. Not happy about the content though- but I thought some might take issue.Poem judge?

I'm not about to take this as a WildCard, but I'm more than happy with it in the Poem category. THought I was being all clever and #### with the kid's book.
I'm having a hard time remembering how it was written, I don't believe it was written in poetry though that's what Silverstein is known for mostly...I figured it more of a shorty story than a poem. If I can find a copy somewhere I'd be able to let you know, but if my memory serves me correctly, I don't think it really fits in poems.
gadjnammit.I still think of it as a short-story, illustrated. Does that really make it less of a short-story?
It's a children's book Just because children's books are shorter, that does not automatically mean that all children's books qualify as short stories. I have never seen this presented as a short story, in a collection or otherwise. It is presented as a book with illustrations. If you have seen it otherwise, that would make a difference. You get?Now stop making me angry.

PS Eff the quote limitations!!!

 
I hope this flies. LMK.

44.19 - Walt Disney World Resort - Wildcard

With this pick, I take one of my favorite places on earth and the home of many childhood memories. Pirates of the Caribbean, Splash Mountain, Space Mountain, The Hall of Presidents, The Tower of Terror, Cinderella's Castle, The Epcot Country Walk, Soarin', Fireworks over Cinderella's Castle every night, The Beauty and the Beast show....the attractions are too numerous to mention here. I've been to both this and its counterpart on the West Coast and much prefer this.

Walt Disney World Resort is the most visited and largest recreational resort in the world, containing four theme parks; two water parks; twenty-three themed hotels; and numerous shopping, dining, entertainment and recreation venues. Owned and operated by the Walt Disney Parks and Resorts segment of The Walt Disney Company, it is located southwest of Orlando, Florida. The property is often abbreviated Walt Disney World, Disney World or WDW, and is often referred to by locals as simply Disney.

It opened on October 1, 1971, with the Magic Kingdom theme park, and has since added Epcot (on October 1, 1982), Disney's Hollywood Studios (on May 1, 1989), and Disney's Animal Kingdom (on April 22, 1998)
Official SiteWiki

 
It's a children's book
Yeah, in reality it's just that, a children's book. It isn't technically a short story and it is really isn't poetry...the illustrations are just as much a part of the thing as the story, which sorta doesn't allow it to really fit into any of the literary categories. :shrug: I don't think...My first thought was that it does work as a short story, but IDK now, tough call.

 
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It's a children's book Just because children's books are shorter, that does not automatically mean that all children's books qualify as short stories. I have never seen this presented as a short story, in a collection or otherwise. It is presented as a book with illustrations. If you have seen it otherwise, that would make a difference. You get?

Now stop making me angry.

PS Eff the quote limitations!!!
But see- it's a nice short story:
Once there was a tree...and she loved a little boy.

And every day the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest.

He would climb up her trunk and swing from her branches and eat apples.

And they would play hide-and-go-seek.

And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade.

And the boy loved the tree ... very much.

And the tree was happy.

Front cover

But time went by.

And the boy grew older.

And the tree was often alone.

Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said, "Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy."

"I am too big to climb and play," said the boy.

"I want to buy things and have fun. I want some money. Can you give me some money?"

"I'm sorry," said the tree, "but I have no money. I have only leaves and apples. Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in the city. Then you will have money and you will be happy."

And so the boy climbed up the tree and gathered her apples and carried them away.

And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time ...and the tree was sad.

And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy and she said, "Come, Boy, climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and be happy."

"I am too busy to climb trees," said the boy.

"I want a house to keep me warm," he said.

"I want a wife and I want children, and so I need a house. Can you give me a house?"

“I have no house," said the tree.

"The forest is my house, but you may cut off my branches and build a house. Then you will be happy."

And so the boy cut off her branches and carried them away to build his house.

And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time. And when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak.

"Come, Boy," she whispered, "come and play."

"I am too old and sad to play," said the boy.

"I want a boat that will take me far away from here. Can you give me a boat?"

"Cut down my trunk and make a boat." said the tree. "Then you can sail away ... and be happy."

And so the boy cut down her trunk and made a boat and sailed away.

And the tree was happy ... but not really.

Rear cover

And after a long time the boy came back again.

"I am sorry, Boy," said the tree, "but I have nothing left to give you, my apples are gone."

"My teeth are too weak for apples", said the boy.

"My branches are gone", said the tree. "You cannot swing on them -"

"I am too old to swing on branches," said the boy.

"My trunk is gone," said the tree. "You cannot climb -"

"I am too tired to climb," said the boy.

"I am sorry," sighed the tree. I wish that I could give you something...but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump. I am sorry...."

"I don't need very much now," said the boy,

"Just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired."

"Well," said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could,

"Well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest."

And the boy did.

And the tree was happy
:shrug:

:shrug:

:hug:?

 
44.18 The Fighting Temeraire tugged to her last Berth to be broken up - J.M.W. Turner (Painting)

My favorite piece by Turner. May as well close out my paintings category :shrug: with this bad boy

wiki below

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Description

When Turner came to paint this picture he was at the height of his career, having exhibited at the Royal Academy, London, for 40 years. He was renowned for his highly atmospheric paintings in which he explored the subjects of the weather, the sea and the effects of light. He spent much of his life near the River Thames estuary and did many paintings of ships and waterside scenes, both in watercolour and in oils.

Turner frequently made small sketches and then worked them into finished paintings in the studio. He was present when this ship was towed and made some sketches of it. However, he appears to have used some license in the finished painting, which has taken on symbolic meaning.

[edit] Symbolism

The composition of this painting is unusual in that the most significant object, the old warship, is positioned well to the left of the painting, where it rises in stately splendour and almost ghostlike colours against a triangle of blue sky and rising mist that throws it into relief. The beauty of the old ship is in stark contrast to the dirty blackened tugboat with its tall smokestack, which scurries across the still surface of the river "like a water beetle".[citation needed]

Turner has used the triangle of blue to frame a second triangle of masted ships, which progressively decrease in size as they become more distant. Temeraire and tugboat have passed a small river craft with its gaff-rigged sail barely catching a breeze. Beyond this a square-rigger drifts, with every bit of sail extended. Another small craft shows as a patch of white further down the river. In the far distance, beyond the second tugboat which makes its way towards them, a three-masted ship rides at anchor.

On the opposite side of the painting to Temeraire, and exactly the same distance from the frame as the ship's main mast, the sun sets above the estuary, its rays extending into the clouds above it, and across the surface of the water. The flaming red of the clouds is reflected in the river. It exactly repeats the colour of the smoke which pours from the funnel of the tugboat. The sun setting symbolises the end of an epoch in British Naval history. (Venning, 2003)

Behind Temeraire, a gleaming sliver of the waxing moon casts a silvery beam across the ocean, symbolising the commencement of the new, industrial era.[citation needed]

[edit] Historical inaccuracies

Some apparent inaccuracies have been pointed out, which may, in part, be explicable.

* The ship was not known as the "Fighting Temeraire". It was actually known to her crew as "Saucy Temeraire", however the appellation "Fighting" is probably just an emotive description on Turner's part.[1]

* Although not an old ship, Temeraire had suffered considerable damage at the Battle of Trafalgar and according to witnesses the hull of the ship had deteriorated badly. This is not apparent in Turner's picture.

* Before being broken up, the ship had been lying in the Chatham Dockyard as a hulk, having been used for a time as a prison ship. It had no masts or rigging or other superstructure, as depicted in the painting.[1]

* There were two steamboats towing the hull, rather than just the one in the painting.[2] In the painting, a second paddle-wheel tug can be seen making its way up the river.

* The relative placement of the sun and crescent moon identify the scene as a sunset rather than a sunrise. However, it has been pointed out that the ship was being towed up the River Thames (westbound), and so the sunset could not have been behind it.[2]

Greatest painting in a British art gallery

In 2005, The Fighting Temeraire was voted the greatest painting in a British art gallery.[1] The painting, which hangs in the National Gallery in London, won 31,892 votes, more than a quarter of the 118,111 cast in a poll organised by the BBC Today radio programme. In second place was John Constable's The Hay Wain, Édouard Manet's A Bar at the Folies-Bergère was third, and The Arnolfini Portrait by Jan van Eyck was fourth. Any painting displayed in a British gallery was eligible for the vote.*** SPOILER ALERT! Click this link to display the potential spoiler text in this box. ***");document.close();
Nice pick. That's a sick painting.
:shrug: Yeah one of my favs for sure.
 
:shrug:

It's a children's book Just because children's books are shorter, that does not automatically mean that all children's books qualify as short stories. I have never seen this presented as a short story, in a collection or otherwise. It is presented as a book with illustrations. If you have seen it otherwise, that would make a difference. You get?

Now stop making me angry.

PS Eff the quote limitations!!!
But see- it's a nice short story:
Once there was a tree...and she loved a little boy.

And every day the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest.

He would climb up her trunk and swing from her branches and eat apples.

And they would play hide-and-go-seek.

And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade.

And the boy loved the tree ... very much.

And the tree was happy.

Front cover

But time went by.

And the boy grew older.

And the tree was often alone.

Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said, "Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy."

"I am too big to climb and play," said the boy.

"I want to buy things and have fun. I want some money. Can you give me some money?"

"I'm sorry," said the tree, "but I have no money. I have only leaves and apples. Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in the city. Then you will have money and you will be happy."

And so the boy climbed up the tree and gathered her apples and carried them away.

And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time ...and the tree was sad.

And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy and she said, "Come, Boy, climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and be happy."

"I am too busy to climb trees," said the boy.

"I want a house to keep me warm," he said.

"I want a wife and I want children, and so I need a house. Can you give me a house?"

“I have no house," said the tree.

"The forest is my house, but you may cut off my branches and build a house. Then you will be happy."

And so the boy cut off her branches and carried them away to build his house.

And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time. And when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak.

"Come, Boy," she whispered, "come and play."

"I am too old and sad to play," said the boy.

"I want a boat that will take me far away from here. Can you give me a boat?"

"Cut down my trunk and make a boat." said the tree. "Then you can sail away ... and be happy."

And so the boy cut down her trunk and made a boat and sailed away.

And the tree was happy ... but not really.

Rear cover

And after a long time the boy came back again.

"I am sorry, Boy," said the tree, "but I have nothing left to give you, my apples are gone."

"My teeth are too weak for apples", said the boy.

"My branches are gone", said the tree. "You cannot swing on them -"

"I am too old to swing on branches," said the boy.

"My trunk is gone," said the tree. "You cannot climb -"

"I am too tired to climb," said the boy.

"I am sorry," sighed the tree. I wish that I could give you something...but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump. I am sorry...."

"I don't need very much now," said the boy,

"Just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired."

"Well," said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could,

"Well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest."

And the boy did.

And the tree was happy
:pokey:

:shrug:

:hug:?
Why is this - :clyde: - called "clyde"?You wanna re-select before I make my angry pick? I'm not really ready anyway.

 
:clyde:

It's a children's book Just because children's books are shorter, that does not automatically mean that all children's books qualify as short stories. I have never seen this presented as a short story, in a collection or otherwise. It is presented as a book with illustrations. If you have seen it otherwise, that would make a difference. You get?

Now stop making me angry.

PS Eff the quote limitations!!!
But see- it's a nice short story:
Once there was a tree...and she loved a little boy.

And every day the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest.

He would climb up her trunk and swing from her branches and eat apples.

And they would play hide-and-go-seek.

And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade.

And the boy loved the tree ... very much.

And the tree was happy.

Front cover

But time went by.

And the boy grew older.

And the tree was often alone.

Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said, "Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy."

"I am too big to climb and play," said the boy.

"I want to buy things and have fun. I want some money. Can you give me some money?"

"I'm sorry," said the tree, "but I have no money. I have only leaves and apples. Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in the city. Then you will have money and you will be happy."

And so the boy climbed up the tree and gathered her apples and carried them away.

And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time ...and the tree was sad.

And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy and she said, "Come, Boy, climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and be happy."

"I am too busy to climb trees," said the boy.

"I want a house to keep me warm," he said.

"I want a wife and I want children, and so I need a house. Can you give me a house?"

“I have no house," said the tree.

"The forest is my house, but you may cut off my branches and build a house. Then you will be happy."

And so the boy cut off her branches and carried them away to build his house.

And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time. And when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak.

"Come, Boy," she whispered, "come and play."

"I am too old and sad to play," said the boy.

"I want a boat that will take me far away from here. Can you give me a boat?"

"Cut down my trunk and make a boat." said the tree. "Then you can sail away ... and be happy."

And so the boy cut down her trunk and made a boat and sailed away.

And the tree was happy ... but not really.

Rear cover

And after a long time the boy came back again.

"I am sorry, Boy," said the tree, "but I have nothing left to give you, my apples are gone."

"My teeth are too weak for apples", said the boy.

"My branches are gone", said the tree. "You cannot swing on them -"

"I am too old to swing on branches," said the boy.

"My trunk is gone," said the tree. "You cannot climb -"

"I am too tired to climb," said the boy.

"I am sorry," sighed the tree. I wish that I could give you something...but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump. I am sorry...."

"I don't need very much now," said the boy,

"Just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired."

"Well," said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could,

"Well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest."

And the boy did.

And the tree was happy
:pokey:

:mellow:

:hug:?
Why is this - :clyde: - called "clyde"?You wanna re-select before I make my angry pick? I'm not really ready anyway.
:lmao: Always assumed there was some kind of cliquey thing associated.

Make your angry pick- I've pretty much gone through all my "off the top of the head" lists, and am going to have to dig a little to find the rest of my picks. I guess I could take the last of my Performances or Inventions... or another Short Story:



Cat in the Hat.

 
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