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I'm moving
For anyone to whom this may be important, I'm moving to a new LJ. Please feel free to friend me again / watch this space at:
http://paradigm-of.livejournal.com/
I wanted to begin again, because this one has died a stuttering, spluttering death (all a huge fault of my own) and it should be rejuvinated. It might be slow going: but I just need somewhere ( Read more... ) -
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Title: You Can't Copyright Tweed
Summary: Vince Noir sporting an interesting look he remembers seeing once before...
Rating: G
Warnings: Fashion crimes
Author Notes: Drawn to accompany the beautiful Calistomyth's tale of Role Reversal.
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Manifesting this into a kiss
Evelyn Waugh rocks my socks
"'Contra mundum?'
'Contra mundum.'
'Bless you, Charles. There aren't many evenings left to us.'
And that night, the first time for many weeks, we got deliriously drunk together; I saw him to the gate as the bells were striking midnight, and reeled back to my rooms under a starry heaven which swam dizzily among ( Read more... ) -
This morning, the world is alive
I woke up already knowing today would be beautiful. I woke up because the light changed, and the light's so bright, because of all the snow.
Birds were playing in the trees beyond the panes of my window, suddenly clearer, no longer camouflaged by the brown branches, because they're not just brown any more. It was a joy to see. Sheer, instictual ( Read more... ) -
'Broadcast' by Philip Larkin
Giant whispering and coughing from ( Read more... ) -
My Silence Knot.
My silence knot is tied up in my hair,
As if to keep my love out of my eyes.
I cannot speak to one for whom I care,
A hatpin serves as part of my disguise.
In the play, my role is baticeer,
A word which here means "person who trains bats."
The audience may feel a prick of fear,
As if sharp pins are hidden in their hats.
My co-star lives on what we call a ( Read more... ) -
Beautiful and devout before
"At work, I get called 'cleaner'," you say. Your speech it not quiet, nor proud; you're not sarcastic and, unusually, not resentful; you're certainly not bashful. I can feel my heart breaking, and pray you can't hear it in this room's unearthly muteness. "I can deal with being treated like shit. I get used to it. I have to. But I won't be shouted ( Read more... ) -
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Happy Eighteenth Birthday, Lize.
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Exercise Three
Exercise o3
Make a short list of the writers whose works you have found most inspiring. Now make sure that you fit in a trip to the public library when you next go shopping and take out some of their work. Re-aquaint yourself with your heroes.
Inspiring authors:
John Fowles
Emily Bronte (even though these first two make me grimace sometimes, due to ( Read more... )