tag:dreamwidth.org,2009-04-11:39058we're all stories in the endAmyAmy2010-04-12T16:27:51Ztag:dreamwidth.org,2009-04-11:39058:76663peace comes dropping slow2010-04-12T16:27:51Z2010-04-12T16:27:51Zpublic2+ <span style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='https://verasteine.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://verasteine.dreamwidth.org/'><b>verasteine</b></a></span>, thanks so much for the little canine friend sitting on my LJ! *ruffles her pixellated ears*<br /><br />+ There are some new people around here - hello! Feel free to drop by and introduce yourselves, if that's a thing you're into. If you're more a lurking type, know that you are warmly welcomed also. :D<br /><br />+ In Epic Fail news, United Airlines apparently have this policy where they treat passengers with disabilities like total shit. <span style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://cleolinda.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif' alt='[livejournal.com profile] ' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' width='17' height='17'/></a><a href='http://cleolinda.livejournal.com/'><b>cleolinda</b></a></span> <a href="http://cleolinda.livejournal.com/873450.html">has more</a>. (Warning: rage-inducing!)<br /><br />+ Dear everybody who has finished/has a draft/is on their way to finishing their Club Vivid vids: omg I hate you all. (Not really.) I -- at least I'm gathering source now?<br /><br />+ The reason for the above is that I have just failed to meet yet another self-imposed deadline re. my <span style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://help-haiti.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif' alt='[livejournal.com profile] ' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' width='16' height='16'/></a><a href='http://help-haiti.livejournal.com/'><b>help_haiti</b></a></span> pieces. Woe! They are all on their way, just unwilling to be finished, apparently. Curse you, uncooperative fanworks!<br /><br />+ Have a poem. This is the first 'grown-up' poem I ever fell in love with.<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><b>The Lake Isle of Innisfree</b><br /><br />I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,<br />And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;<br />Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,<br />And live alone in the bee-loud glade.<br /><br />And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,<br />Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;<br />There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,<br />And evening full of the linnet's wings.<br /><br />I will arise and go now, for always night and day<br />I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;<br />While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,<br />I hear it in the deep heart's core. <br /><br />-- W. B. Yeats<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=such_heights&ditemid=76663" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2009-04-11:39058:76464in the sun-lit silence2010-04-11T21:52:12Z2010-04-11T21:52:12Zpublic3<b>High Flight (an Airman's Ecstasy)</b><br /><br />Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth<br />And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;<br />Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth<br />Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things<br />You have not dreamed of; wheeled and soared and swung<br />High in the sun-lit silence. Hovering there<br />I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung<br />My eager craft through footless halls of air;<br />Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue<br />I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace<br />Where never lark nor even eagle flew;<br />And while, with silent lifting mind I've trod<br />The high untrespassed sanctity of space,<br />Put out my hand, and touched the face of God. <br /><br />-- John Gillespie Magee<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=such_heights&ditemid=76464" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2009-04-11:39058:75476while spring is in the world2010-04-09T16:26:08Z2010-04-09T16:26:08Zpublic8<a href="http://community.livejournal.com/femgenficathon/95636.html">Sign-ups are open at</a> <span style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://femgenficathon.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif' alt='[livejournal.com profile] ' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' width='16' height='16'/></a><a href='http://femgenficathon.livejournal.com/'><b>femgenficathon</b></a></span> until April 16th.<br /><br />I am late to the Poetry Month bandwagon, I know, but it is a beautiful spring day here today, which always puts me in mind of Cummings.<br /><br />---<br /><br /><b>since feeling is first</b><br /><br />since feeling is first<br />who pays any attention<br />to the syntax of things<br />will never wholly kiss you;<br /><br />wholly to be a fool<br />while Spring is in the world<br /><br />my blood approves,<br />and kisses are a far better fate<br />than wisdom<br />lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry<br />--the best gesture of my brain is less than<br />your eyelids' flutter which says<br /><br />we are for eachother: then<br />laugh, leaning back in my arms<br />for life's not a paragraph<br /><br />And death i think is no parenthesis<br /><br />-- E. E. Cummings<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=such_heights&ditemid=75476" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments