HumbleLunars/Literary

depercated, allowed to sit.

Books

George Orwell, Burmese Days Availble On: http://www.george-orwell.org/Burmese_Days/

Orwell's portrait on an Englishman who sees all and does nothing in exotic Burma is a decent representation of many Lunars. Orwell's characters are perhaps a little schlubby for Exalted, but its a good read none the less.

John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

Poverty, and alienation; unsparing shifts between realism and romanticism. The ending is HumbleLunars all the way. The main inspiration, other than the original splat.

Herodotus, The Histories. Penguin Books 1999

Called "the father of history" by Cierco, Herodotus is often read for his narratives of the Persian War. For Lunars, look at his tales of strange and wonderous Barbarians, not to mention his portrait of the sheer brutality of the ancient world.

Music
No Doubt, The Return of Saturn, copyright 2000 Interscope Records. ASIN: B00004SAWN

Sentimental music about marriage from a punk(ette) better known for rap crossovers and attacks on suburban America. The mature punks guide to alienation.

Tom Paxton, Can't Help but Wonder Where I'm Bound. Copyright 1999 Rhino Records ASIN: B00000GC12

One of the major inspirations for me.

Movies
Paramount Studio, Braveheart. Mel Gibson, Randall Wallace. 1995. ASIN: B00003CX95

Kings get cruel, people snap and start burning shit under the leadership of a charismatic warrior. Gives a good idea of how cruel and petty warfare can be.

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Poetry

        William Butler Yeats
	Two Songs from a Play
	 
	I 
	I saw a staring virgin stand
	Where holy Dionysus died,
	And tear the heart out of his side,
	And lay the heart upon her hand
5	And bear that beating heart away;
	And then did all the Muses sing
	Of Magnus Annus at the spring,
	As though God's death were but a play.
	 
	Another Troy must rise and set,
10	Another lineage feed the crow,
	Another Argo's painted prow
	Drive to a flashier bauble yet.
	The Roman Empire stood appalled:
	It dropped the reins of peace and war
15	When that fierce virgin and her Star
	Out of the fabulous darkness called.
	 
	II 
	In pity for man's darkening thought
	He walked that room and issued thence
	In Galilean turbulence;
20	The Babylonian starlight brought
	A fabulous, formless darkness in;
	Odour of blood when Christ was slain
	Made all Platonic tolerance vain
	And vain all Doric discipline.
	 
25	Everything that man esteems
	Endures a moment or a day.
	Love's pleasure drives his love away,
	The painter's brush consumes his dreams;
	The herald's cry, the soldier's tread
30	Exhaust his glory and his might:
	Whatever flames upon the night
	Man's own resinous heart has fed.

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Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, 
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.