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Thursday, November 10th, 2016 04:16 pm
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Dashed this off for a comment thread at Wonkette today. Thought you all might enjoy it.


There was a man ill-favored and profane
Who saw no reason to restrain his spleen.
Though vulgar and most possibly insane,
He nonetheless did capture votes unseen.
Despite the efforts of his worthy foe,
And all the sweat and tears shed by her folk,
This tasteless clown did trumpet bile and woe,
Thus making of the race a rancid joke.
And now we all must tremble in our beds
To see our wondrous country so imperiled
By shameless hacks who'll trample more than dead
The work achieved by those whom Hope did herald.

For though the nation weeps, he'll worry not,
But sit upon his throne and bellow, "ROT!!"


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Heehee.

Saturday, August 6th, 2016 12:25 pm
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Found this on a comment board today:


The morning dawned clear and bright, and Gandalf rose early to walk along the terraces and slopes above the loud-flowing Bruinen. The rising sun shone pale and wan through the silver mist, and the webs of the spiders glistened among the trees. On a small bench beside the path he came upon Elrond, who rose to greet him.

“Fine is the morning and fortunate the meeting, O Mithrandir! Long have I sat here contemplating the paths that lie before us, and now find myself in need of sustenance. I have in my cool-rooms a hoard of stone-fruits from Gondolin, which I would gladly share with you.”

“Many years has it been,” replied Gandalf, “since I have tasted the stone-fruits of Gondolin. They grow now but sparsely among the fallen stones of that once fair city.”

Elrond rose and led the way to his cool-rooms, which stood in a shadowed corner of the Last Homely House, sheltered from the sunlight by the high walls of the building around them. There he kept many foods from all over Middle-Earth, cooled by great blocks of ice carried down from the Misty mountains.

The thick stone door of the cool-rooms stood ajar. Elrond and Gandalf entered to find Pippin seated on a wooden chest, wiping his mouth with his handkerchief. Beside him lay a small pile of fruit-stones, the last traces of golden flesh still clinging to them.

“Hullo, Gandalf! Hullo, Elrond! I just popped in here for a little something to eat. It’s a long time yet to breakfast, and waiting is hungry work, as my gaffer always says.”

Elrond stood still within the doorway, but Gandalf strode forward. “Gluttonous fool of a Took! You have eaten the stone-fruits of Gondolin, which we had preserved in the cool-room for our breakfast!”

“Forgive me,” cried the hobbit, cringing before the wizard’s wrath. “They were so sweet and so cold that I could hardly resist them!”



Points if you get the originating reference. :)

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serai: A kiss between Casey Connor and Zeke Tyler (Boss)
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An early edition. Just because.




Rosalita - Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band



Always did love this song. Such lively enthusiasm, such joy. When that long whooooooaaa! happens at the climax, it's so easy to see the scruffy handsome youth running and dropping into a sliding fall on his knees, riffing on his axe all the way, to stop at his lovely lady's feet and shout her name in that adoring chorus.** Along with everything else, Bruce is just so goddamn, achingly, adorably romantic. His love songs are so fucking passionate. How many performers are there anymore who do this sort of thing without a lick of irony or self-awareness? Just all-out, punch-drunk, tell-the-fucking-world LOVE.

Our American Sonic Shakespeare. How lucky we are to have had him, to still have him, setting our lives down in riff and chord, meter and rhyme, thunder and flame. Hail to you, prophet of the street. If you're not the Boss, you're definitely the Bard.


** Bruce has always had a delicious talent for conveying concrete images using the sound of the instruments being played. Every now and then, you can see a picture very clearly in the music. He's great at that kind of punctuation. Artists who can play your brain the way they play a guitar are rare.

My Muse

Monday, May 2nd, 2016 06:49 pm
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He floats into my life
like a cloud
and out like a rainstorm
Slithers into it like a snake
that wraps around my thigh
Always there, never there
Like a star I can't pinpoint
from one night to the next
He's beautiful, so beautiful
Smiling and sullen
Mean and teasing sweet
Pale as moonlight,
baked hot and brown
Eyes clear ocean,
forest shadow,
dark midnight,
and warm whiskey amber
He wraps his arms around me
He whispers things in my ear
He's cruel, he's kind
He listens to me when no one else can
when no one else will
He loves me
but doesn't care about me
He comes and goes
He comes and he goes
His voice is air
from a distant country
where my feet are not standing
even though they touch the ground
He's my prince
and my demon
the only one I can count on
and I can't count on him at all


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The Raven - Edgar Allan Poe, read by Sir Christopher Lee



The glorious tones of Lee's dark, commanding voice. Has anyone ever had such a richly deep voice, so wondrously evocative of a world half-seen, feared and desired? *sigh*


I went looking for this because I was thinking that the Raven is really the only figure I can think of from American dark literature of the right period for Penny Dreadful, and that would be recognizable in the same way that Frankenstein and Dracula are. Sadly, the number of people who would get it would be fewer. (Though arguably, they're already watching it.) I was and still am gently amused by the fact that, in order to bring an American character into the series, Logan had to turn to the world of cinema, the true storytelling of the US, for good or ill. I just find that delicious.

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serai: A kiss between Casey Connor and Zeke Tyler (CaseyZeke)
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Tip: Again, to get the best effect, you have to read it aloud.  Swing into the rhythm.




if up's the word ;and a world grows greener
minute by second and most by more--
if death is the loser and life is the winner
(and beggars are rich but misers are poor)
--let's touch the sky :
                                  with a to and a fro
(and a here there where)and away we go

in even the laziest creature among us
a wisdom no knoledge can kill is astir--
now dull eyes are keen and now keen eyes are keener
(for young is the year,for young is the year)
--let's touch the sky :
                                  with a great(and a gay
and a steep)deep rush through amazing day

it's brains without hearts have set saint against sinner;
put gain over gladness and joy under care--
let's do as an earth which can never do wrong does
(minute by second and most by more)
--let's touch the sky :
                                  with a strange(and a true)
and a climbing fall into far near blue

if beggars are rich(and a robin will sing his
robin a song)but misers are poor--
let's love until noone could quite be(and young is
the year,dear)as living as i'm and as you're
--let's touch the sky :
                                  with a you and a me
and an every(who's any who's some)one who's we

-- e.e. cummings




I just...wow.
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Predators

Friday, September 11th, 2015 10:15 pm
serai: A kiss between Casey Connor and Zeke Tyler (FeralBoy)
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I wrote this years ago in response to a poem an online friend wrote. Thought folks here might get a kick out of it.



Predators


and what are men but smooth jaguars
lying furled and sated over the corpses they make of us
as we sweetly, sweetly bleed
our lives running in calm rivulets
over claws nestled closely in our flesh?

what are they but great delicious bears
licking their muzzles clean of the honey
they’ve stolen from our guarded hives?

when do they not kill us,
when do they not tear us to shreds
obliterate us
and send our souls reeling into
that red red fate
where we are nothing
if not willing to go?

how comes such sweet murder encased
within those sculptures of flesh
lines and planes and
smells of yeasty bread
rising to the heat of our eager ovens
and the sparkle of eyes and teeth and
rough demanding hands
all supple and soft to our cries?

why do we spread ourselves so
open upon the altar
to their sacrificial knives
happily begging to die
screaming our deaths in
fast sulphurious joy
crying out to whatever god
has ears to hear that
happy slaughter
the death that comes only
in life?

what are men but priestly panthers
hypnotic and hidden in the wild landscape
amber eyes glowing over limbs
hotly folded
rumbling deep their lava song
and eventually asleep
above the kill?
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serai: A kiss between Casey Connor and Zeke Tyler (CaseyZeke)
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The song is part of this, so you know.





Scream
by Serai


You’re my silence.
You stop my mouth.
The words want to find you,
but because of you
I can’t let them out.
They batter at my skull,
crying to be set free.
I keep them caged,
safe, where their wings
won’t shatter the balance
we’ve achieved. Forget
the sound of words,

your eyes tell me. Stay
here in the darkness
with me.
And I want to
disappear, stilled like a cry.

You’re my silence,
I’m your scream.

Silence me.











Chapter 24 of High Contrast
Chapter 25
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serai: A kiss between Casey Connor and Zeke Tyler (StagAndMoon)
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Grandmother Moon - John Trudell



Beautiful spoken word piece by a Native American poet, backed by a Native chorus singing a Nokomis song. Deep and powerful pagan poetry. I thought it fitting to counteract the orgy of grunting and #1'ing that tends to get pretty loud this day of the year.

The King Stag

Tuesday, March 10th, 2015 08:27 pm
serai: A kiss between Casey Connor and Zeke Tyler (StagAndMoon)
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The King Stag leaps
over mountains
avatar of the wind
and lover of the leaves
in his eyes the reflection
of secret waters
a spring of mystery
soundlessly treading
the bridal earth
the pines' final bed

the King Stag changes
from moment to moment
now shy and tender
now fierce and regal
glimpsed for a moment
within his city of branches

almost invisible
almost invisible

gone




Copyright © 1999

The Undying Lover

Sunday, March 8th, 2015 08:55 pm
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There’s a dark crimson stain on my fingers
And a taste copper-clean on my tongue
It glitters like ruby-red beads on my nails
And I stare, wondering where it came from

And I don’t really want to look at you
At your throat where my kiss left its sting
No, I don’t want to know of the change in you now
And how pale my love made your skin

The breeze flows like wine through the window
Naked I rise from the bed
To gaze out as I drink from the river of scent
That caresses me, calling my name

It is rich with a thick crowd of odors
Joy and hunger, sweet pain and despair
I slide into my clothes as my heart starts to race
Nostrils flared as I step towards the door

And I don’t really want to look at you
At the sheets where your life has soaked in
How they’ve tangled like ropes at the curve of your waist
And how pale my love made your skin

Now my boot heels devour the pavement
I stride slow, for the night is still young
In and out of the shadows, with a smile at the thought
Of how small and remote is the dawn

The wind whispers to me of a woman
Breathing soft as she sleeps somewhere near
Oh, I burn at the scent of her innocent flesh
Hidden by the dark waves of her hair

And I don’t really want to remember
This one moment is all I live in
I’d prefer to forget the dead tears in your eyes
And how pale my love made your skin



for jim, and then for alex.


Lyrics © 1991

Surfing By Moonlight

Saturday, March 7th, 2015 03:17 pm
serai: (Sea)
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darkness
    stars
        the water loud in my ears

  him diving
      plumbing the depths

and me swimming
          swimming in his mouth
serai: A kiss between Casey Connor and Zeke Tyler (KittenScratch)
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She was very old, our old dame,
Our cat, 17, Meiko was her name.
On Friday she was not herself at all.
She lay, her face turned to the wall
Silent and subdued
Saturday, she did not touch her food.
On Sunday she paced back and forth
Across the bedroom floor
And did not brush our leg or purr
Or make a sound. We petted her
And she seemed very far away.
We knelt by the bed where she lay
And felt desolate and sad
And told her, Good cat, good cat
And then this delicate creature
Of an affectionate nature
Had to be carried outside
And taken for a short melancholy ride
To the vet's office where with gentle affection
She was given the merciful injection
As we stroked her and said,
"Good cat. Good cat." And she lay down her head
On our lap
And took her nap.

We miss her gentleness and grace,
The little eyes, the solemn face,
The tail flicking where she lay
In a square of sun on a summer day.
It's childish, to feel such grief
For an animal whose life is brief.

And if it is foolish, so it be.
She was good company,
And we miss that gift
Of cat affection while she lived.
Her sweet civility.
A cat has not much utility
But beauty is beauty: that's
Why the Lord created cats.
We miss our cat of 17 years
And if you'll sit down by my side
I'll scratch you up behind your ears
Until you are well satisfied
And then bring you a plate of fish
And figs and dates fresh off the tree
Or any treat that you may wish,
In our old cat's sweet memory.

Lullaby little cat, wherever you're at
May you lie in the sun and be loved by someone
May you curl up and rest, with a quilt for a nest
May you run, may you leap, and be young in your sleep.


-- Garrison Keillor
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The Junior God looked from his place
In the conning towers of heaven,
And he saw the world through the span of space
Like a giant golf-ball driven.
And because he was bored, as some gods are,
With high celestial mirth,
He clutched the reins of a shooting star,
And he steered it down to earth.

The Junior God, 'mid leaf and bud,
Passed on with a weary air,
Till lo! he came to a pool of mud,
And some hogs were rolling there.
Then in he plunged with gleeful cries,
And down he lay supine;
For they had no mud in paradise,
And they likewise had no swine.

The Junior God forgot himself;
He squelched mud through his toes;
With the careless joy of a wanton boy
His reckless laughter rose.
Till, tired at last, in a brook close by,
He washed off every stain;
Then softly up to the radiant sky
He rose, a god again.

The Junior God now heads the roll
In the list of heaven's peers;
He sits in the House of High Control,
And he regulates the spheres.
Yet does he wonder, do you suppose,
If, even in gods divine,
The best and wisest may not be those
Who have wallowed awhile with the swine?

-- Robert William Service

Flames

Thursday, January 30th, 2014 02:07 pm
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Smokey the Bear heads
into the autumn woods
with a red can of gasoline
and a box of wooden matches.

His ranger's hat is cocked
at a disturbing angle.

His brown fur gleams
under the high sun
as his paws, the size
of catcher's mitts,
crackle into the distance.

He is sick of dispensing
warnings to the careless,
the half-wit camper,
the dumbbell hiker.

He is going to show them
how a professional does it.


-- Billy Collins

Poetry, Part 2

Saturday, July 27th, 2013 07:58 pm
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Wittenberg
A. C. Chapin


We jumped the bed, and one night broke its frame,
and read our lessons, wept as Thisbe died.
When the gold ran out, you'd shout your name.
and, for the prince, they'd put the debt aside.
We never wasted words except to sing
or cry out loud the sweetest lines of Greek
or shout for more, for more of everything;
when hearts are one, what need have tongues to speak?
When at your father's death you had to leave
-- left a weeping wench, Aristophanes unread --
I tied the mourning band around your sleeve
and knelt to you and bent my common head.
"A prince you came," I said, "a king you go."
You shook your head, "Not so, Horatio."

Poetry, Part 1

Friday, July 26th, 2013 06:32 pm
serai: A kiss between Casey Connor and Zeke Tyler (KissFromCarl)
Gacked from [livejournal.com profile] ink_gypsy and [livejournal.com profile] mews1945, that poetry thing that's going around. I no good at this "pick just one" thing, so I'm going to post more than once. Here's my first one.




My heart trembles like a poor leaf.
The planets whirl in my dreams.
The stars press against my window.
I rotate in my sleep.
My bed is a warm planet.


-- Marvin Mercer
P.S. 153, Fifth Grade, Harlem
New York City, NY (1981)





This was the epigraph to the first chapter of Carl Sagan's novel Contact.
serai: (Aphrodite)
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The face of your religion
covers the face of His Love
You are like a donkey
that carries sugar candy on its back
but cannot taste it.

If a mirror shows you your own ugliness
what is the use
of breaking the mirror with your fist?


-- Rumi
serai: (Aphrodite)
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Today's Writer's Block question:


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Praan - Gary Schyman

Featuring the glorious voice of Palbasha Siddique


Adapted from a poem by Rabindranath Tagore. Here is a translation:


The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.

It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass
and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.

It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth
and of death, in ebb and in flow.

I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.




This song never fails to fill my heart and lift my spirits. The video images are a great match to the lyrics.

The kinds of emotions that deeply religious people feel in their temples and synagogues, I feel in nature. Walking among redwoods; gazing at mountains; tasting the spray of the ocean and dancing on the sand; marveling at birds and butterflies, snakes and coyotes, bears and wolves; working the soil and loving the plants in my garden - these experiences fill me with intense spiritual rapture. My religious feelings and emotions are deeply tied to what Carl Sagan called "the numinous" - the experience of the natural world and the universe as inherently sacred in and of itself. My gods do not live outside or above the world; they are the world. I see the Earth as my mother in a very literal sense, and feel myself her daughter just as much as I am my human mother's daughter. This song embodies all of that for me, and much more, because besides expressing thoughts and words, music itself contains a dimension of emotion and insight whose currents and patterns can never be wholly translated but only felt, a river within which the soul swims towards the ocean of the universe.

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