For a Five-Year-Old, Fleur Adcock

Apr. 15th, 2014 04:02 pm
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For a Five-Year-Old

A snail is climbing up the window-sill
into your room, after a night of rain.
You call me in to see, and I explain
that it would be unkind to leave it there:
it might crawl to the floor; we must take care
that no one squashes it. You understand,
and carry it outside, with careful hand,
to eat a daffodil.

I see, then, that a kind of faith prevails:
your gentleness is moulded still by words
from me, who have trapped mice and shot wild birds,
from me, who drowned your kittens, who betrayed
your closest relatives, and who purveyed
the harshest kind of truth to many another.
But that is how things are: I am your mother,
and we are kind to snails.

The Honeycomb

Apr. 15th, 2014 09:15 pm
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They had made love early in the high bed,
Not knowing the honeycomb stretched
Between lath and plaster of the outer wall.

For a century
The bees had wintered there,
Prisoning sugar in the virgin wax.

At times of transition,
Spring and autumn,
Their vibration swelled the room.

Laying his hand against the plaster
In the May sunrise,
He felt the faint frequency of their arousal,

Nor winters later, burning the beeswax candle,
Could he forget his tremulous first loving
Into the humming dawn.

--Pauline Stainer

Cat's Tail Haiku by Dónall Dempsey

Apr. 15th, 2014 06:02 pm
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cat's tail
her purring

cat's tail
her pleasure

cat's tail
a question

cat's tail
an exclamation

cat's tail
all the talking

Ode to a Nightingal, John Keats

Apr. 14th, 2014 04:40 pm
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My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
    My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
    One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
    But being too happy in thine happiness,—
        That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
            In some melodious plot
    Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
        Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
    Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
    Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
    Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
        With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
            And purple-stained mouth;
    That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
        And with thee fade away into the forest dim:

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget )
        Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep?

At the Zoo by A. A. Milne

Apr. 14th, 2014 05:05 pm
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There are lions and roaring tigers, and enormous camels and things,
There are biffalo-buffalo-bisons, and a great big bear with wings.
There's a sort of a tiny potamus, and a tiny nosserus too -
But I gave buns to the elephant when I went down to the Zoo!

There are badgers and bidgers and bodgers, and a Super-in-tendent's House,
There are masses of goats, and a Polar, and different kinds of mouse,
And I think there's a sort of a something which is called a wallaboo -
But I gave buns to the elephant when I went down to the Zoo!

If you try to talk to the bison, he never quite understands;
You can't shake hands with a mingo - he doesn't like shaking hands.
And lions and roaring tigers hate saying, "How do you do?" -
But I gave buns to the elephant when I went down to the Zoo!

- from When We Were Very Young, 1924

from Tristia

Apr. 14th, 2014 01:39 pm
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Take for joy from the palms of my hands
fragments of honey and sunlight,
as the bees of Persephone commanded us.

Not to be untied the moored vessel,
not to be heard shadow walking on fur,
not to be mastered terror growing in thickened life.

We have only kisses now,
furred like the smallest bees
found dead after their flight from the hive.

Bees rustling in translucency of densest night,
their home the sleepy forest of Taigetos,
their food time, lungwort, mint.

Take then, take for joy my wild gift,
a plain dry necklace of dead bees,
bees that changed honey into sunlight.

--Osip Mandelstam

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Apr. 14th, 2014 08:12 am
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Theme week begins now. Please post poems relating to the theme of animals this week. Please tag them with the words theme:animals.

A True Poem, Lloyd Schwartz

Apr. 13th, 2014 06:11 pm
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I'm working on a poem that's so true, I can't show it to anyone.
I could never show it to anyone.
Because it says exactly what I think, and what I think scares me.
Sometimes it pleases me.
Usually it brings misery.
And this poem says exactly what I think.
What I think of myself, what I think of my friends, what I think about my lover.
Parts of it might please them, some of it might scare them.
Some of it might bring misery.
And I don't want to hurt them, I don't want to hurt them.
I don't want to hurt anybody.
I want everyone to love me.
Still, I keep working on it.
Why do I keep working on it?
Nobody will ever see it.
Nobody will ever see it.
I keep working on it even though I can never show it to anybody.
I keep working on it even though someone might get hurt.

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Apr. 13th, 2014 12:44 am
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It's been a whirlwind couple of days. Thursday I meant to not do anything but I ended up getting more posters and reading in the library and I can't remember why else I was on campus so early. I also had to run around getting signatures.

Yesterday was the start of (dis)junctions, the English grad conference for which I put together a panel on race and SF. Man they got so much funding they could go all out with the free swag! I spent most of the morning reading in the grad student lounge but I did catch the first keynote's talk about teaching porn in the university. My panel went really well! I then had dinner with a couple of friends and got home around 10pm and passed out?

This morning I got up at 6.30 to help the undergrad recruitment for 8am. The panels started at 9am and so I went for an hour or so, and at noon went back to get lunch (blew off the discussion in favour of putting up posters, which did not take that long). Then it was panel after panel and I kind of got sucked into staying for dinner and the final keynote and wow, I got home at 8pm? But then I decided to lay out because my tummy was feeling weird and woke up at midnight? And I'm going back to sleep again.

I really have to buckle down and read tomorrow, got no reason not to now! I'm so tired that even socializing online sounds exhausting so I guess I will keep my internet activity low too, I hope.

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Apr. 12th, 2014 04:30 pm
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“Here the style exhibits the worst sentimental affectation; but precisely because of the utter discrepancy between the excessive emotion and the trivial action, ‘Sinking’ has generated a kind of nervous intensity which transcends its manifest sentimentalism.” C.T. Hsia on Yu Dafu (A History of Modern Chinese Fiction, 2d. ed., 105).
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I slip out the door,
wearing a raincoat as disguise.
It might have wrinkles, indicating a recent tryst.
Also, I may wear a fedora.
I will certainly have a lot of hair
falling over the brim of my eyelashes, either because
I'm too busy to cut it
or I don't want anyone looking me in the eyes.
Ominous footsteps echo in an unseen room,
along with distant thunder.
We are unsure of the dialogue in this script.

You watch me lean into the wet, shining street
and peer, nervous, into shadows.
Am I looking for you?
Or the man with the gun?
Either way, I'm holding tickets to Paris.
Care to join me?
I would like a cigarette
except for the damn rain. My lipstick
in this lighting is darker than blood,
and my hands won't stop shaking.

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Apr. 11th, 2014 09:41 pm
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i'm fined AGAIN for something they didn't like on my patio... this time it's a trash violation which i don't understand??? it looks no worse than it usually does which unfortunately at this time is pretty bad, because i have dirt here and there and a lot of dry leaves and small piles of rocks but i ALWAYS have those!


and the stupid notice says it's not allowed as it might "attract bugs or critters" like are you fucking kidding me those things have been there for all time and will be there even with a clean patio there are fucking possums out here


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Apr. 11th, 2014 09:29 am
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Theme week will begin Monday April 14th, and our theme is animals. I will post again on Monday to let you know it is time to begin posting your selections.

"Heartbleed" security vulnerability

Apr. 8th, 2014 08:16 pm
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For those who have seen reference today in the press to the "Heartbleed" security vulnerability in OpenSSL, we'd like to reassure you that although we (like a large portion of the internet) were running the affected software, we patched our servers last night and were no longer vulnerable from that point.

We have no reason to believe that anyone was exploiting this vulnerability against us or that any user data has been compromised. We'll be changing our security certificates for extra confidence.

On the other hand, the nature of this vulnerablity means that it's impossible for a website to know for absolute certain whether someone was exploiting it. If someone was exploiting the vulnerability, against us or against any other website, they potentially have access to any information you sent to the site, including your username/password for the site and any data you sent to the site under HTTPS. It's a good idea to change your passwords pretty much everywhere, but don't do it until you can verify that a site is no longer vulnerable.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask!

Rain - Raymond Carver

Apr. 8th, 2014 08:25 pm
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Woke up this morning with
a terrific urge to lie in bed all day
and read. Fought against it for a minute.

Then looked out the window at the rain.
And gave over. Put myself entirely
in the keep of this rainy morning.

Would I live my life over again?
Make the same unforgiveable mistakes?
Yes, given half a chance. Yes.
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I keep having this problem, I go for a short walk outside that turns into a long walk because I start listening to Natalia Kills songs and then I NEVER WANT TO STOP. Her latest album is PERFECTION, despite the fact that I wish she got better producers (hopefully next album).

But I mean, I keep thinking HOW MUCH I want to vid her songs and then realizing there is NO MEDIA TO FIT THEM. Most of the album is basically "fucked up teenage drama queen" which is like MY FAVORITE EVERYTHING when an artist can pull it off well (and she does). But... there are no visual canons about this, about poor, fucked up teenage girls who are the protagonists of their own stories and who do all the things you're not supposed to, who have fucked up family lives, and who get to be OK at the end anyway. I mean the only thing I can think of is UK teen dramas, but every character I've ever liked on Skins had a different sort of storyline (Effy would fit if her character wasn't basically a fetishized version of this trope) and Misfits, which I couldn't watch past the first episode because fail (I REALLY WANTED TO LOVE THAT SHOW).

Anyway, I give you the two Natalia Kills songs I've been obsessed with lately.

"Rabbit Hole":

Morning Mrs Johnson,
Oh my god you raised a good one,
I'm the teacher he's my student,
And I'm giving him straight A-a-as

Chemistry, biology,
As long as he's on top of me,
In the classroom, in the bathroom,
We gon' practice till we gradua-a-ate

"Stop Me":

Darling, darling
You know I never meant to drag you down
Standing at the bar with your scars and your lonely heart
So let's leave this dead town

If I (if I) run away with you tonight (tonight)
We could make the wrongs feel right (so right)
We could do some damage
Fuck me in the Paris lights

Game of Thrones 4x01

Apr. 7th, 2014 07:44 pm
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Tragically, I am still watching this show.

contains book spoilers )

Stillbirth, by Laure-Anne Bosselaar

Apr. 7th, 2014 04:19 pm
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On a platform, I heard someone call out your name:
No, Laetitia, no.
It wasn’t my train—the doors were closing,
but I rushed in, searching for your face.

But no Laetitia. No.
No one in that car could have been you,
but I rushed in, searching for your face:
no longer an infant. A woman now, blond, thirty-two.

No one in that car could have been you.
Laetitia-Marie was the name I had chosen.
No longer an infant. A woman now, blond, thirty-two:
I sometimes go months without remembering you.

Laetitia-Marie was the name I had chosen:
I was told not to look. Not to get attached—
I sometimes go months without remembering you.
Some griefs bless us that way, not asking much space.

I was told not to look. Not to get attached.
It wasn’t my train—the doors were closing.
Some griefs bless us that way, not asking much space.
On a platform, I heard someone calling your name.
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I went to see this movie with friends, and we mostly MST3K'd the fuck out of it, but at the end of the day I did enjoy it. I am waffling on whether to say I enjoyed it a lot, it depends on which part of the movie I'm thinking of at that moment.

Captain America: Winter Soldier )

a movie and a musical

Apr. 5th, 2014 10:32 pm
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So, I have had a very busy weekend! Sadly it has not included watching Captain American 2, as it was supposed to! My initial interaction about this movie included:

J: I'm sorry, I can't come watch it on Thursday! Last minute thing came up. Can we do it Sunday instead?
Me: UGH!
J: I'm sorry!
J: Ahahaha
Me: I just want that fucking movie OVER WITH. It's going to be you, me, and a story full of fail and I need to put it behind me already so I can live on the internet again.
J: AHAHAHA yes I love that we're making sure to see this movie EARLY so we can just be done with it already.

Full disclaimer - guys, one could charitably say I don't get the appeal of Captain America. One could less charitably say that I abhor everything the character stands for. I will read all the fic and write all the porn because it's a pop culture phenomenon I am SUFFERING THROUGH and therefore porn is the least it can do for me. I am totally on board with the porn enthusiasm! But if porn is not involved I am as far from that bandwagon as possible. That's without even touching Natasha, who is the reason I am seeing this movie with a fellow Russian speaker. I need someone to hiss and snicker with when things get too bad. Like, in hockey I get mad when people are faily about Russians, in Marvel (and Star Trek) I'm just like "this canon is so terrible burning it down to the ground and starting over would actually be the only way NOT to be faily, so."

Anyway, as recompense for having to suffer through YET MORE DAYS when the internet is off limits to me because everyone is talking Captain American 2 and I can't even tell who's saying things I agree with, my friend Ilya took me to see The Past, the new film from Iranian director Asghar Farhadi (whose previous film is of course the Oscar winning A Separation).

La Passé/The Past (2014) )

Then that evening I went to see the new production of Kazablan, a musical based on a super popular Israeli film from the 60s.

Kazablan )


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