Promptly Quotable #004

Aug. 22nd, 2017 08:02 pm
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Write a poem about


“One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.” — James Russell Lowell




Poems do not have to match the prompt exactly. Prompts are only meant to inspire and be a jumping off point for your own creativity.


Poems can be posted in the comments directly or linked to your own journal.


So I've Changed My Theme

Aug. 22nd, 2017 07:20 pm
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So I could featured image to add post icons on my actual website. I missed having them from LJ.


Also discovered I have not kept the August fic and poetry masterpost updated. Get right on that.


Tomorrow. Or after I move.


sometimes, I think to myself

Aug. 22nd, 2017 04:17 pm
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  • No one will ever want to read the things I want to write

  • No one will ever care about my characters but me

  • There are more productive things to do with my time

  • Why can’t I do something more important than worldbuilding?

  • Why can’t I do something more valuable than conlanging?

  • Why can’t I be the person everyone thinks I should be?

  • Why does nothing I do matter?


And then I try to think about every person who’s ever read my stories or poems and loved them, every encouraging word I’ve ever gotten in my anxious moments, every time someone has expressed an interest in my conlanging, and I think to myself, don’t give up yet.



This Time (poem)

Aug. 22nd, 2017 04:16 pm
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This isn’t the first time you’ve done this

Disappointed me in my grief

This isn’t the first time you’ve brought me

To tears and to disbelief

But I will find from inside me

The strength to give praise to my God

For even from this, He can save me

Even from this, can bring good


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- Rainbow over the Westward Ho beached on Ynys Echni, aka Flat Holm, in the Bristol Channel.

Rainbow over the Westward Ho beached on Ynys Echni, Flat Holm, Bristol Channel 10-16

Rainbow seen from Ynys Echni, Flat Holm, Bristol Channel 10-16

- Historical reconstructionist Paganism: good to see that the wolf named Hater didn't eat the Sun woman, "the sky's bright bride", in the US yesterday and I'm amused that the small percentage of neo-Pagans who're also neo-nazis were supposed to spend the day acknowledging and celebrating the victory of enlightenment over hate and haters, lol. I hope y'all enjoyed the lightshow!

- Kickass Drag Queen, starring Bob the Drag Queen, seems to be turning into an ongoing comic? The original pilot story about saving Pocket Gay (8pg), and the first episode in which there's a plot to make basic straight girls everywhere feel insecure, pt1 (9pg) and pt2 (9pg), lol especially at the pilot ep.

- Reading, books 2017: 85.

80. Bramton Wick, by Elizabeth Fair, 1952, novel (strictly probably a novella). A lightly observant account of a limited rural social circle with the sort of people who mostly don't have to work to earn their living, think four bedroomed houses are poky, and have hired domestic help even post war. As my faithful readers will have inferred from the title of this book there are lesbians within, although Miss Tiger Garrett is a marginally more subtle stereotype than Angela Thirkell's 1940 debut Miss Hampton. Her partner is Miss Bunty Selbourne and they breed dogs like all good middle class 1950s English lesbians (no reform school for these two, lol) although, disappointingly, the story reveals they have separate bedrooms. Unusually well-paced and structured for a first novel imo, which is especially difficult to achieve in a story relying much more on social observation than plot. Thanks to slemslempike for the rec. (3.5/5, goodreads = 21 ratings / 4 reviews 4/5)

sometimes, you lose (poem)

Aug. 21st, 2017 03:48 pm
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Sometimes, you lose a poem

It falls from your mind like drops of sunlight

Pouring molten into the next

At least, you pray, it’ll have a good rest


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- My local online news feed has had two big breaking stories this weekend so far: a van crashed into wall but nobody was injured, and a photo of a cuddly toy lost at a local event.

- Funko Four and his 2D Tardis.

The Fourth Doctor and the Tardis

- Reading, books 2017: 84.

79. Calling Major Tom, by David M Barnett, 2017, very soft science fiction novel, and I mean soft in every sense of the word. The point of view characters are Thomas Major the first astronaut travelling one-way to Mars, Gladys Ormerod a 70 year old grandmother with dementia, Ellie Ormerod a 15 year old granddaughter trying to keep her parentless poverty-line family together, and James Ormerod a 10 year old grandson who might want to be a scientist. Other characters abound and are decently fleshed out, including a Black teenager from Ellie's class at school who is called Delil (I don't think I've ever met a Delisle who spells his name Delil but anything's possible in Wigan, I suppose). The plot is ridiculous and sentimental, and pays tributes to It's A Wonderful Life as well as Space Oddity, although it also reminded me of an Ealing comedy by managing to be funny while telling uncomfortable truths about society but without being realism. Warning: contains a brief incident of mild racism from one of the pov characters, although not portrayed from her pov, but written skillfully, and frankly actually painfully amusing in the way that socially embarrassing older relatives sometimes are when they're -ist from decades old habit but with no current malice and one doesn't know whether to flinch or laugh at them. (4/5, goodreads = 140 ratings / 62 reviews 4/5)

• Unrepresentative quote: When BriSpA's Chief of Multi-Platform Safeguarding, Craig, was in the Royal Navy he was generally known as Hammerhead due to his habit of smashing his head against doors, walls and other heads after too much drink. Those days are in Craig's past, as is the nickname, though he sometimes uses a variation of it when he frequents certain online forums that require a certain level of anonymity. At least until an assignation is organised in a dark nightclub, or sometimes on a moonlit heath, where for the purposes of identification he carries a dog lead though, of course, he owns no dog. Craig does own two cats, named Ethel and Frank. He will know he has found true love when he meets someone who knows that those are the names of the parents of Judy Garland. He is still waiting.

• Another unrepresentative quote: And that but hangs there in the still air between them, buoyed on the heady scent of flowers in Laura's garden, threaded with the lazy flight path of droning bees, suspended from the brittle, drifting spiderwebs.

Driveby Journaling

Aug. 18th, 2017 09:36 pm
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On fannish things:



  1. my recipient may hate this story as much as I don’t love it, but I am going to finish it, so help me

  2. I’m going to have to write Maria + her gen relationships in most situations, because I actually want to write tielan some Maria Hill, but every time MCU gets me even slightly interested in Steve, they then go and ruin it. I’m never going to love his character, so I’m going to accept that and resolve to write more gen. I do like gen. I just wanted to write shipfic. 🙁


On conlang things:



  1. I updated my consonant phonology table: basically does a much better job with the clicks

  2. I did other work in a notebook that hasn’t been digitalized yet


On real life:



  1. We’re moving in a week. I’m not ready. :screams:


dance our war (poem)

Aug. 18th, 2017 09:26 pm
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we conquered cities

we stomped our feet

danced our war

to every beat

of our twin hearts

and no retreat

cry, my love

the taste is sweet


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Sleeping tree, Paignton, Devon 05-17

- If your idea of ~love~ involves submitting me to violence then that's abuse not love. I'm not here for privileged people insisting that disprivileged people should ~love~ violent abusers such as racists and fascists.

- My crisps claim they were cooked by Andre7. I'm now trying to work out if there are likely to be seven people called Andre working in a regional English crisp factory, or whether Andre7 is some sort of clone or android who needs rescuing. /Seven of Nine

- Reading, books 2017: 82. I've now reached all my unwritten reading goals for 2017 except my total goal which escalates, 26 to 52 to 104. Novels, adult: 26 (+2 short story collections). Poetry: 13. Books given away: 52.

78. Letters From Klara, by Tove Jansson (translated by Thomas Teal), 1991 (this translation 2017), short stories. Warning for an oblique reference to the Holocaust in the story My Friend Karin, while at least three other stories evoke mental health problems and/or suicidal thoughts. I personally found the stories in Letters From Klara generally life affirming, always insightful, and often wryly amusing, but I'm aware that many readers seem to find Ms Jansson's adult short stories bleak and disturbing: I suspect this depends on the mental state brought by the reader. (5/5, goodreads = 54 ratings / 8 reviews 3.5/5)

• Goodbye: They said their goodbyes in the front hall, with an affection that was perfectly genuine but that committed them to nothing.

• Weathering: By morning the storm had passed.
His jeans had dried. One day he'll find the boatbuilder's address in his back pocket.

• Something nasty in the woodshed... literally: Since the summer is over tomorrow, I've nailed shut the door to the woodshed. Sometimes it's good to make a decision. But I'm going to show the murals to my daughter.

• On returning from a sneaky smoke break while staying with one's overly religious and puritanical extended family, lol: When I got back, I stopped in the doorway and burst out, "How nice it smells here - just like home!"
Aunt Elsa said, "It's denatured alcohol. We're washing the windows."

• Hattitude: They began their trip by boat. Their friends stood on the quay and waved. Up on deck, Mama was clearly visible with her white hair and her large light grey hat, broad-brimmed, strict, with a low crown - the very epitome of hatness. She hadn't changed her headgear since 1912.

Promptly Quotable #003

Aug. 17th, 2017 08:23 pm
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Write a poem about


“Friendship is a sheltering tree.” — Samuel Taylor Coleridge




Poems do not have to match the prompt exactly. Prompts are only meant to inspire and be a jumping off point for your own creativity.


Poems can be posted in the comments directly or linked to your own journal.


Today

Aug. 16th, 2017 08:51 pm
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I really need to get my exchange fic written. Odds are not good.


Wrote a poem:


we are tired

of the heavy places,

the deep tirades,

required graces,

every word

you ever spoke

from the day

my eyes awoke




Conlanging


I am hopelessly not up to the challenges, but I did do some work today. First, a word:


akuint • [ a.kui̯nt ] • 1. to sing, 2. to chant (a prayer or traditional song, particularly in a religious or formal ceremony), 3. to appease one more powerful with words, prayer, or song — verb


Then also, I figured out that Akachenti’s tendency to promote proximate, animate persons up a level may have come from originally have a proximate/distal distinction in second and third person pronouns and the agreement markers having merged. I’m not sure yet, but it seems more plausible than just willy nilly deciding that proximate third persons are really second persons, etc.


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"When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time." - Maya Angelou

Yesterday infamous fraudster and US white suPresident Donald Trump retweeted a message calling himself a fascist. Later in the day at an on-the-record press conference he referred to white supremacists as "us" ("Okay, what about the alt-left that came charging at us – excuse me." ETA: now being claimed as an indistinct word despite all the initial reports and transcripts in which he is recorded as saying "us". My points in this post still stand, alas). The white supremacist who killed Heather Heyer by driving his car into her at speed on a crowded street was dressed as Donald Trump. His mother claims she believed he was attending a pro-Trump event. The white supremacist who killed Heather Heyer told the world he is a Trump supporter in words, dress, and deeds. We now know that white suPresident Donald Trump has publicly specifically supported the Trump Youth fascists in Charlottesville in addition to the many white supremacist policies his administration has already enforced. Apart from the murder of Heather Heyer and injuries caused to 19 other people (including another woman with a broken skull), the next most serious set of injuries resulted from about half a dozen white supremacists assaulting Deandre Harris (eight staples in his split head and a broken wrist) and again at least one of those men was dressed as Trump Youth while attacking alongside men self-identifying as Nazis and literally wearing Nazi insignia.




"Mr. Trump probably has trouble condemning white supremacists and neo-Nazis because he hired people with those affiliations to work for him. His chief strategist, Steve Bannon, has been accused of anti-Semitism, famed for running the racist website Breitbart. Other prominent staffers include Seb Gorka, whose family has ties to a Nazi group in Hungary, and Stephen Miller who worked with white supremacist Richard Spencer at Duke University. Mr. Trump’s Attorney-General, Jeff Sessions, is one of the most reviled civil rights antagonists in modern American history, denounced over three decades ago by Coretta Scott King, wife of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

For six months, this team has translated their long-standing racist rhetoric into policy: banning Muslims from travel and immigration, targeting voter rights through a 'voter fraud' commission based entirely on a xenophobic myth, refusing to mention Jews on Holocaust Remembrance Day, renaming the 'Countering Violent Extremism' program 'Countering Radical Islamic Extremism' and proclaiming that white supremacist terrorist groups would no longer be targeted by the government, cutting funding for groups that help white supremacists leave the fold – and that’s to name but a few initiatives." - Sarah Kendzior

(Source: Globe and Mail article August 13 2017, i.e. after Heather Heyer's murder but before yesterday's press conference.)




If we fail to learn from history we are condemned to repeat it. Fascists attempting to seize power invariably deputise fascist militias. The only successful armed coup in USian history involved white supremacist militias.

"How The Only Coup D'Etat In U.S. History Unfolded

Think of a coup d'etat and images of a far-flung banana republic* likely come to mind. So it might come as a surprise that it happened here in the United States - just once, in 1898.

A mob of white supremacists armed with rifles and pistols marched on City Hall in Wilmington, N.C., on Nov. 10 and overthrew the elected local government, forcing both black and white officials to resign and running many out of town. The coup was the culmination of a race riot in which whites torched the offices of a black newspaper and killed a number of black residents. No one is sure how many African-Americans died that day, but some estimates say as many as 90 were killed.

Especially chilling was the fact that the insurgency had been carefully planned - a conspiracy by powerful white Democrats.

Southern Democrats lost their grip on power in North Carolina in 1894 and plotted to wrest control from the biracial Republican Party in 1898 elections. They campaigned on a platform of white supremacy and protecting their women from black men.

As the Nov. 8, 1898, vote approached, whites in Wilmington mobilized. They held supremacist rallies and parades and organized militias of 'Red Shirts' to intimidate blacks from voting. The statewide election restored Democrats to power, and two days later, the white supremacists descended on Wilmington's City Hall.

Their leader, Col. Alfred Moore Waddell, had publicly threatened in a pre-election speech to 'choke the current of the Cape Fear River' with black bodies, according to a 2006 report chronicling the events by the 1898 Wilmington Race Riot Commission. After the coup, Waddell was elected mayor of Wilmington."

* spiralsheep's note: please remember that "banana republic" = fascist dictatorships historically sponsored wholly by the US.

(Source: NPR, August 17, 2008, but I've cut the paragraphs specifically about their radio programme.)




P.S. Yes, the some of the most celebrated founding fathers of the US, including George Washington, were slave owners and personally committed genocide against Native Americans. Acknowledging reality-based history is necessary to prevent fascist propaganda from taking root in culture. Live with it.

Promptly Lyrical #014

Aug. 15th, 2017 08:03 pm
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Write a poem about


“All the toil / All in vain / Every image of ourselves that we create” — “Not to Us” by Nichole Nordeman




Poems do not have to match the prompt exactly. Prompts are only meant to inspire and be a jumping off point for your own creativity.


Poems can be posted in the comments directly or linked to your own journal.


tumblr again, maybe

Aug. 15th, 2017 06:20 pm
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So I renamed my first tumblr and started queuing up posts. We’ll see how long it lasts.


poem (for me)

Aug. 15th, 2017 04:44 pm
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broken eggshells

my heart

emptiness inside


On Hearing Not So Great News...

Aug. 14th, 2017 06:38 pm
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Today, I remind myself

there is always cause to give thanks:

breath is in my lungs,

and I am alive to praise

the God who makes my heart

beat and gives me song

to carry me through the night

and days that are too long.


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