o my daughter
Jul. 28th, 2009 08:22 pmWHAT MARY
WHAT
Okay just behave now!
Sit down and behave I am being serious okay aaaaaah
This is the part where I should go 'shit' and hit the keys a lot in hopes of producing something, isn't it? *headdesk*
(inspiring this section so far - T. S. Eliot's Marina)
(if it keeps going much longer - omg send help - probably Carl Phillips' Civilization too)
WHAT
Okay just behave now!
Sit down and behave I am being serious okay aaaaaah
This is the part where I should go 'shit' and hit the keys a lot in hopes of producing something, isn't it? *headdesk*
(inspiring this section so far - T. S. Eliot's Marina)
(if it keeps going much longer - omg send help - probably Carl Phillips' Civilization too)
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Date: 2009-07-29 06:56 am (UTC)reading Marina again reminded me of a Neruda poem - The Builder.
I chose my own illusion,
from frozen salt I made its likeness--
I based my time on the great rain
and, even so, I am still alive.
It is true that my long mastery
divided up the dreams
and without my knowing there arose
walls, separations, endlessly.
Then I went to the coast.
I saw the beginnings of the ship,
I touched it, smooth as the sacred fish--
it quivered like the harp of heaven,
the woodwork was clean,
it had the scent of honey.
And when it did not come back,
the ship did not come back,
everyone drowned in his own tears
while I went back to the wood
with an ax naked as a star.
My faith lay in those ships.
I have no recourse but to live.
tr. Alastair Reid, I believe.
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Date: 2009-07-29 08:59 pm (UTC)eeeeeee!
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Date: 2009-07-29 11:00 pm (UTC)