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fay_e: Text: silence falls between us, as the shadows steal the light (as the shadows steal the light)
Sunday, December 4th, 2016 08:35 pm
From the chapter "The Loving", a collection of poems by Rupi Kaur

i do not want to have you
to fill the empty part of me
i want to be so full on my own
i want to be so complete
i could light a whole city
and then
i want to have you
cause the two of us combined
could set it on fire
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fay_e: Text: and I'll be your downfall (be your downfall)
Saturday, October 29th, 2016 08:43 am
Neolithic Revolution
by Ali Shapiro
       
I'm tired of the way love turns us into animals.
I'm tired of roaring. I'm tired of you tearing
my flesh with your teeth, stalking me like prey
in the shower, lunging and growling; I'm tired
of pawing, and panting, and hunting
and wagging. Of course at first it was thrilling. The we
have no words for this
. The we are just
our bodies
. But look at my cortex. Look
at my opposable thumbs. I want out
of this stew, I want to use tools, I want to develop
agriculture and walk upright towards you through
this field of corn that we planted, on purpose, because
we were hungry, and human, and knew
exactly what we were doing.
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fay_e: Text: and I'll be your downfall (be your downfall)
Sunday, May 4th, 2014 03:07 pm
i want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.

what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
comfortably exhausted?

i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.

give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.

i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.


This poem is almost exactly how I feel whenever I land at Changi Airport.
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fay_e: Text: I'm the morning rain (morning rain)
Thursday, June 14th, 2012 10:40 pm
Song
Adrienne Rich

You're wondering if I'm lonely:
OK then, yes, I'm lonely
as a plane rides lonely and level
on its radio beam, aiming
across the Rockies
for the blue-strung aisles
of an airfield on the ocean.

You want to ask, am I lonely?
Well, of course, lonely
as a woman driving across country
day after day, leaving behind
mile after mile
little towns she might have stopped
and lived and died in, lonely

If I'm lonely
it must be the loneliness
of waking first, of breathing
dawn's first cold breath on the city
of being the one awake
in a house wrapped in sleep

If I'm lonely
it's with the rowboat ice-fast on the shore
in the last red light of the year
that knows what it is, that knows it's neither
ice nor mud nor winter light
but wood, with a gift for burning
fay_e: Text: I'm the morning rain (karakura best friends)
Sunday, April 15th, 2012 06:33 pm
THIS IS WHAT [livejournal.com profile] tenebris AND I GET UP TO IN OUR SPARE TIME. BECAUSE WE CAN.

TO THE TUNE OF RIHANNA'S SHUT UP AND DRIVE. BECAUSE WE CAN. SHUT UP.


I've been looking for a story that is qualified
If that bunny is the one, gotta sit down and write
I'm a fine-tuned canon loving plot machine
With a pimp laptop and my words so keen

So if you feel me let me know, know, know
Come on now what you waiting for, for, for
My keyboard's ready to do prose, prose, prose
So start me up and watch me go, go, go, go

Write out where your plot should go if you know what i mean
Got a hero and a villain that is sly and mean
Can you handle plot twists? Can you stay up all night?
If you can baby boy then we can go and write

Cos I'm 0 to 750 in three point five
Baby you got the story -

Now shut up and write


I got prose like an award winning novelist
And my wordplay'll hit you like a fist
You seem like you can handle my metaphors
You keep shootin' for the goal, but you can't score

So if you feel me let me know, know, know
Come on now what you waiting for, for, for
My keyboard's ready to do prose, prose, prose
So start me up and watch me go, go, go, go

Get you where you want to go, if you know what I mean
'Cause my plotting's smooth and I'm a dialogue queen
Can you handle my tricks? Can you take all the sparks?
If you can, baby boy, meet me after dark

Cos I'm 0 to 750 in three point five
Baby you got the story -

Now shut up and write
fay_e: Text: I'm the morning rain (byakuya blue eyes)
Friday, March 5th, 2010 10:12 pm
I made a note last night to start documenting all the creative things that go through my head in the course of a day - I have a lot of WIPs that I either don't have the time or stamina to finish. (12 hour work days do that to you =P)

But I managed to surprise myself today! Although I don't have anything concrete to show for it, I have mentally worked on several things. The first one being the idea that set off this post, which in turn was inspired by snippets from the comic Yume and Ever. It's a really beautifully drawn comic with a unique narrating style. Not to mention male eye candy, which is rarely done well, and key characters of colour. Woo hoo! I really want to read the series, if I can get it.

More importantly, it reminded me that I really wanted to write a comic book. I'm not good enough at drawing, and the last time I wrote a comic book was in a school project with some extremely talented artists, something I'm short on now. But that shouldn't stop me from writing it out, as if it were a play.

The original story currently in my head that seems to lend itself better to this form is a superhero story that I've been thinking of on and off. The general form would be a romance set in a superhero comic, but identity instead of romance would be the key theme. Namely, if it's the superhero identity that is supposed to be attached, what does that mean for the person behind the mask? I've got some detailed scenes in my head, all the way down to panelling, which makes me wish that brains could be wired to a printer so that I can get it out immediately instead of having to write it out instead.

Unfortunately the other things I've been doing aren't very condusive to writing a comic book. I did up the playlist for my Star Trek fic, and it consists mostly of break-up songs, which makes sense considering my plot... I was planning on getting myself into the appropriate mood for the fic through the playlist, but now some individual songs are bugging me. Perhaps I'll just weed the wrong type of songs out.

Then I read this very beautiful poem called COSMOLOGY: A USER'S MANUAL. It put me in the mood for poetry as well, and I'm glad that I have [community profile] poetry on my reading list to solve urges like that!

On top of that I'm reading Wuthering Heights. I actually bought the book a few years back, but I didn't start reading it because I wanted to reread Pride and Prejudice first. My first impression is that everyone in the book is crazy, even the narrator, which makes for a very interesting framing of the story. But I am already sorry for Heathcliff, because it appears to me that the circumstances of the story conspire to make him a villain.

So now I just have to pick one thing to focus on tomorrow. I wonder what it would be?