I have no playmate but the tide
The seaweed loves with dark brown eyes:
The night-waves have the stars for play,
For me but sighs.
Fiona Macleod - 'The Moon-Child'
That is also from the fairy book, which is merely a collection of poems that figure fairies or anything similar. A friend left it with me when she went overseas, and I've never done any more than flick through it.
I've never read more that a line or two of that as well. It is lovely in a raise-the-hairs-on-the-back-of-your-neck way.
Lol
Christopher Robin is going
At least I think he is
Where?
Nobody knows
But he is going--
I mean he goes
(To rhyme with knows)
Do we care ?
(To rhyme with where)
We do
Very much
(I haven't got a rhyme for that
"is" in the second line yet.
Bother.)
(Now I haven't got a rhyme for
bother.. Bother.)
Those two bothers will have
to rhyme with each other
Buther
The fact is this is more difficult
than I thought,
I ought-
(Very good indeed)
I ought
To begin again,
But it is easier
To stop
Christopher Robin, good-bye
I
(Good)
I
And all your friends
Sends-
I mean all your friend
Send-
(Very awkward this, it keeps
going wrong)
Well, anyhow, we send
Our love
END
winnie the pooh, aa milne
I love that edgar allan poe poem, i love most of his stories they are so eerie, like the tell tale heart and the pit and the pendulum.
Lol i wanted to check i was right in the quote game and rediscoverd the poem- i just couldn't resist.
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A religious man is a person who holds God and man in one thought at one time, at all times, who suffers harm done to others, whose greatest passion is compassion, whose greatest strength is love and defiance of despair.
New York Journal-American, April 5, 1963
Tramp squares with rebellious treading!
Up heads! As proud peaks be seen!
In the second flood we are spreading
Every city on earth will be clean.
Vladimir Mayakovsky, ‘Our March’<br>
One of those wonderfully chilling, stirring pieces.
I've never heard anything about Arthur at the Crossing Places, Maeve. Is it a straight retelling of the Arthur story?
Incidentally, I was nearly named Igraine (which is the version of his mother's name that I know.) I've always been grateful that my mother changed her mind.
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blindmouse
Twas brillig and the slithey toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe
all mimsy were the borogoves
and the mome wraiths outgrabe
Beware the Jabberwock my son,
the jaws that bite, the claws that snatch
beware the jubjub bird and shun
the frumious bandersnatch
he took his vorpal sword in hand
long time the manxome foe he sought
so rested he b y the tumtum tree
and stood a while in thought
and as, in uffish thought he stood
the jabberwock with eyes of flame
came whiffling through the tulgey wood
and burbled as it came
one-two, one-two and through and through
the vorpal blade went snicker-snack
he left it dead, and with its head
he went galumphing back
and hast thou slain the jabberwock?
come to my arms, my beamish boy
oh frabjous day, calloh, callay
he chortled in his joy
Twas brillig and the slithey toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe
all mimsy were the borogoves
and the mome wraiths outgrabe
-Lewis Carrol (couldnt resist) [img]http://s3.images.proboards.com/tongue.gif" alt=":P" border="0"/>
Quote:RHappy B'day Min!t Burns, 'To A Mouse'[/quote]
lol, I've just realised how that came out. The word Óber's been replaced. Well, happy birthday Min!
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blindmouse
Since opening time I've been
Propped up at the bar of heaven and earth, between
The wall-eye of the moon and the brandy-cask of the sun,
Growling thick songs about jolly good fellows
In a mumping pub where the ceiling drips humanity,
Until I've drunk myself sick, and now, by Christ,
I mean to sleep it off in a stupor of dust
Till the morning after the day of judgment.
So put me on the waiting list for your gallows
With a note recommending preferential treatment.
Christopher Fry - The Lady's not for Burning
JENNET: By a quirk
Of unastonished nature, your obscene
Decaying figure of vegetable fun
Can drag a woman's heart, as though
Heaven were dragging up the roots of hell.
What is to be done? Something compels us into
The terrible fallacy that man is desirable
And there's no escaping into truth. The crimes
And cruelties leave us longing, and campaigning
Love still pitches his tent of light among
The suns and moons. You may be decay and a platitude
Of flesh, but I have no other such memory of life.
You may be as corrupt as ancient apples, well then
Corruption is what I most willingly harvest.
You are Evil, Hell, the Father of Lies; if so
Hell is my home, and my days of good were a holiday:
Hell is my hill and the world slopes away from it
Into insignificance. I have come suddenly
Upon my heart and where it is I see no help for.
Christopher Fry
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Jennet is much more intelligible than Thomas (quoted earlier), who has a tendency to rant and go off into bizarre bursts of imagery. Blindmouse, 'mumping' apparently means 'to utter imperfectly' or 'to deprive of by cheating'. I suspect he means the latter. As for the ceiling bit, at that point the character hates the world and all humanity and wants to die, hence the contempt in that phrase. He reminds me of Hamlet, occasionally. I'll try and keep away from this play for a while, now. [img]http://s3.images.proboards.com/wink.gif" alt=";)" border="0"/>
Lol
"There is no more time, even for cake. For you, the cake is over. You have reached the end of cake."
Terry Pratchett, Night Watch (Death)
Jul 12, 2005, 3:13pm[/url], Lol[/url] wrote:
I always forget how intense Emily Bronte's poetry is and then get blown away when I rediscover it.
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'The Prisoner' in particular is such a flawed masterpiece. As an entire poem I can't get through it, the central character bores me to tears, but it has these parts - that part in particular - that just sweep you up and make you curse tuburculosis and early deaths.
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blindmouse
She was back in the place where final wars are waged, the organised trenches of high school, where shame is the plate-shifting time it takes to walk down the hall, failure is a fumble with the combination lock and loathing is a condom wafer clogging a fountain. Where aside from the exchange of clothes and toys, there are no good intentions. Where smugness reigns, judgements instant, dismissals permanent. And the adults haven't a clue. Only prison could be as blatant and as frightening, for beneath its rules and rituals scratched a life of gnawing violence. Those who came from peaceful well-regulated homes were overtaken by a cruelty that visited them as soon as they entered the gates. Cruelty decked out in juvenile glee.
Toni Morrison - Paradise
Does that sound familiar to anyone else?
*heaves sigh of relief to be out of highschool*
Lol
Rain smiled and pushed her to the ground. He pulled a knife from his shoe and began hacking at her neck. She screamed and grabbed at him, but he shook her off.
He could hear the children screaming, as he stabbed at her face.
She screamed once more, then she stopped. She was not dead, he has simply cut her tongue off. He took it out of her mouth and threw it at her children.
They screamed and ran into their rooms, locking their doors.
He continued stabbing at her face, mutilating it until he felt like he was going to throw up. He punched at her face until her teeth had fallen out, and then he forced them down her throat.
She was dead now, but he had not finished. He bashed her head in a with a small lamp, and stopped when he was sure he had reduced her into a shriveled red blob. She was no human any longer.
He stood up and looked around him. There was haemo surrounding him everywhere.
He hewed her once more and then threw the knife on the floor.
He was covered with blood, his skin dripping with it, his hair mattered with it.
Then he ran.
It's out of 'Fallen Angel' by me!!!!!!!!!!! [img]http://s4.images.proboards.com/tongue.gif" alt=":P" border="0"/>
i loooove Jeff Buckley!! Grace is such a wonderful albumn i almost always have it with me- and i've had a crush on him since i was 12 (well doesn't everyone?)
newho
"Time, my dearest Emma, time will heal the wound.--Your own excellent sense--your exertions for your father's sake--I know you will not allow yourself--." Her arm was pressed again, as he added, in a more broken and subdued accent, "The feelings of the warmest friendship--Indignation--Abominable scoundrel!"-- And in a louder, steadier tone, he concluded with, "He will soon be gone. They will soon be in Yorkshire. I am sorry for her. She deserves a better fate."
Emma by Jane Austen
i love Dream brother aswell it has such a beautiful chorus line.
When I think more than I want to think
Do things I never should do
I drink much more that I ought to drink
Because I brings me back you...
Lilac wine is sweet and heady, like my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, like my love
Listen to me... I cannot see clearly
Isn't that she coming to me nearly here?
Lilac Wine by Nina Simone (though again Jeff Buckley's version is superior)
I'm so tired, I'm feeling so upset
Although I'm so tired I'll have another cigarette.
And curse Sir Walter Raleigh
He was such a stupid get.
The Beatles
Out of all Beatles songs, those lines are the ones that make me laugh the most. Yay John.
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Lol
""Oh it was summer when I slept,
It's winter now I waken"
"Stripp'd bare of hope and everything.
No more to laugh, no more to sing,
I sit alone in sorrow"
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STEPHANO: Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee: thy eyes
are almost set in thy head.
TRINCULO: Where should they be set else? he were a brave
monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.
From: Shakespeare's The Tempest
I love this play, i saw it at the globe recently and t'was spectacular!
Ernest was an elephant, a great big fellow,
Leonard was a lion with a six foot tail,
George was a goat, and his beard was yellow,
And James was a very small snail.
Leonard had a stall, and a great big strong one,
Earnest had a manger, and its walls were thick,
George found a pen, but I think it was the wrong one,
And James sat down on a brick
Earnest started trumpeting, and cracked his manger,
Leonard started roaring, and shivered his stall,
James gave a huffle of a snail in danger
And nobody heard him at all.
A A Milne - 'The Four Friends'
I left off a couple of verses for the sake of length. Such a cute poem.
I'm pretty sure it's Drink with me to days gone by, though...
*tears hair*
I know that! The 'my' was a typo, the 'todays' me being messed up. Obviously today was wrong enough to make me revert back to my first interpretation of the song - at age eleven. One of my more hilarious misinterpretation was the line 'would you weep, Cosette, should Marius fall', which I though was 'don't you wish Cosette could marry us all'. I was impressed with his Marius' generosity. [img]http://s3.images.proboards.com/wink.gif" alt=";)" border="0"/>
I haven't read much Enjolras/Grantaire slash - I wouldn't want to. I love characters with tension between them - Javert/Val Jean is the other awesome pairing - but I don't feel the need to interpret it as sexual tension and play it out. Human relationships can be a lot more subtle.
I rather like Dora. Ok, she was an annoying little ditz, but she had more personality than Agnes. thingyens created so many vibrant, interesting female characters it's annoying that he felt the need for a perfect Victorian angel for heroine. Yay for Estella - she breaks the rules. [img]http://s3.images.proboards.com/wink.gif" alt=";)" border="0"/>
Lol
I am convinced, and always was, that platonic love is platonic nonsense.
Samuel Richardson
The Importance of Being Ernest can still make laugh, after multiple readings.
Lol
"Watch your thoughts, they become words.
Watch your words, they become actions."
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We are such stuff
as dreams are made on.
and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
The Tempest - William Shakespeare
hehe, I love the secret diaries blindmouse, that was before i discovered there was nastier slash out there.
External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty. Foul weather didn't know where to have him. The heaviest rain, and snow, and hail, and sleet, could boast of the advantage over him in only one respect. They often `came down' handsomely, and Scrooge never did.
A Christmas Carol by thingyens
The innocence of any flesh sleeping
Sleeping beside you I dreamt
I woke beside you;
Waking beside you
I thought I was dreaming.
Have you ever slept beside an ocean?
Well yes,
It is like this.
The whole motion of landscapes, of oceans
Is within her.
She is
The innocence of any flesh sleeping,
So vulnerable
No protection is needed.
In such times
The heart opens,
Contains all there is,
There being no more than her.
In what country she is
I cannot tell.
But knowing – because there is love
And it blots out all demons –
She is safe,
I can turn,
Sleep well beside her.
Waking beside her I am dreaming.
Dreaming of such wakings
I am all love’s senses woken.
Brian Patten
Nice work Blindmouse that is one of my favourite poems.
17 years ago
Tue May 15 2007, 01:13pm
As when, upon a tranced summer-night,
Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,
Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,
Dream, and so dream all night without a stir.
John Keats, 'Hyperion: A Fragment'
*Blink* I do love cummings, but... I'm not getting any of that. *Squints at it.*
All the characters in the trilogy deviate somewhat from their canon characters. It's odd going from one to the other.
Fanfic is disorienting like that. I was reading a Draco/Ron series (yes, I've started reading a lot of slash, I'm not sure why) featuring total [censored] Draco and total sweetie Ron; it wasn't till I reread The Half-Blood Prince that I remembered how very not-nice Ron can be. It was actually a bit of a shock.
Blindmouse
Where the pools are bright and deep,
Where the grey trout lies asleep,
Up the river and over the lea,
That's the way for Billy and me.
Where the blackbird sings the latest,
Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest,
Where the nestlings chirp and flee,
That's the way for Billy and me.
James Hogg
There are six verses all along the same lines. James Hogg wrote the poem that Kilmeny of the Orchard is based on. It's really long, or at least seemed long when I read it at thirteen.
As regards the CC fics, I like 'Something to be upset about' purely for the Caps Lock Harry. You can tell it was written after OotP. [img]http://s4.images.proboards.com/wink.gif" alt=";)" border="0"/> I agree the Draco/Ginny is kind of meh. It annoys me that Ginny is represented as being a very *friendly* person in so much fanfic just because she goes out with a couple of boys in fourth year. I suspect this story is ridiculing that pattern, though.
Do you still want recs? I've come across some decent stuff.