hurl invective at dawn
I forgot! I did the monthly recs yesterday. I didn't read very much in April.
unfitforsociety has been updated for April 2010 with 16 recs in 8 fandoms:
* 6 Supernatural
* 2 crossovers
* 2 Star Trek Reboot
* 1 each Bones, Dark Angel, Firefly
* 1 each Middleman, Sports Night, and White Collar
***
My crazy hell week at work is almost over. This morning's meeting went well. Now I have two sets of minutes to write up. There's other shit going on, that I don't feel comfortable talking about in a public post, or at all, really, but I have hope it will turn out all right, since it's not my fault. Meh. I need this weekend desperately. I would like it to be 5 pm now.
Is it 5 pm yet?
Now?
...
How about now?
***
I feel like I have things I want to say about last night's SPN, but right now all my tired brain can come up with is that of all the things I can complain about on the show, the fact that Sam is one angry guy isn't one, since he's been that way since we met him. Also, it makes me sad when people hate on him.
*pets Sam*
And also, I added this to my post last night, but it's not a spoiler, so I'm just going to throw it out there:
If Sam = Moose, then Dean = Squirrel, yes?
With Zachariah & Lucifer as Boris and Natasha. And Michael as Fearless Leader.
Someone should make that happen. I'm just saying.
***
And so we come to the end of April, and thus, the end of National Poetry Month. I will still post poetry, but I won't subject you to it every day until next April. (How is April over? Wasn't it just February?) I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have.
Here's today's poem:
To-Do List
A lot you should do: hurl invective at dawn.
Stop at dusk. Stop all attempts
at rhetorically complex valentines
as timed to the sun or any star
available for general reference. Mow the lawn
or at least remove the rust
clotted bear traps from the thicket
all the lawn has slowly become
in a kind of melancholy art installation
you want to watch forever. Definitively determine
the distance between thinking
and doing. Once and for all. For it is vast.
And submit the results
to many peer-reviewed journals
hoping to give so much thinking and doing
to oblivion. For it too is vast.
And full of fondness for however much
you're content to ignore
its tab for the ruin it keeps running up
everywhere you care to look. And those places
you don't. Don't think
there isn't a spot for you
in all this abstraction; you'll fit right in
and never look back at that
world again. How her skin
and your skin, how both were one world
while her red hair burned
you through the chest, through to the bone
and to the well of blood
where she held you
up and all you carried, all that you had in you
like an ore, you gave. Give
again.
~Paul Guest
from My Index of Slightly Horrifying Knowledge (2008)
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This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/163120.html.
people have commented there.
unfitforsociety has been updated for April 2010 with 16 recs in 8 fandoms:
* 6 Supernatural
* 2 crossovers
* 2 Star Trek Reboot
* 1 each Bones, Dark Angel, Firefly
* 1 each Middleman, Sports Night, and White Collar
***
My crazy hell week at work is almost over. This morning's meeting went well. Now I have two sets of minutes to write up. There's other shit going on, that I don't feel comfortable talking about in a public post, or at all, really, but I have hope it will turn out all right, since it's not my fault. Meh. I need this weekend desperately. I would like it to be 5 pm now.
Is it 5 pm yet?
Now?
...
How about now?
***
I feel like I have things I want to say about last night's SPN, but right now all my tired brain can come up with is that of all the things I can complain about on the show, the fact that Sam is one angry guy isn't one, since he's been that way since we met him. Also, it makes me sad when people hate on him.
*pets Sam*
And also, I added this to my post last night, but it's not a spoiler, so I'm just going to throw it out there:
If Sam = Moose, then Dean = Squirrel, yes?
With Zachariah & Lucifer as Boris and Natasha. And Michael as Fearless Leader.
Someone should make that happen. I'm just saying.
***
And so we come to the end of April, and thus, the end of National Poetry Month. I will still post poetry, but I won't subject you to it every day until next April. (How is April over? Wasn't it just February?) I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have.
Here's today's poem:
To-Do List
A lot you should do: hurl invective at dawn.
Stop at dusk. Stop all attempts
at rhetorically complex valentines
as timed to the sun or any star
available for general reference. Mow the lawn
or at least remove the rust
clotted bear traps from the thicket
all the lawn has slowly become
in a kind of melancholy art installation
you want to watch forever. Definitively determine
the distance between thinking
and doing. Once and for all. For it is vast.
And submit the results
to many peer-reviewed journals
hoping to give so much thinking and doing
to oblivion. For it too is vast.
And full of fondness for however much
you're content to ignore
its tab for the ruin it keeps running up
everywhere you care to look. And those places
you don't. Don't think
there isn't a spot for you
in all this abstraction; you'll fit right in
and never look back at that
world again. How her skin
and your skin, how both were one world
while her red hair burned
you through the chest, through to the bone
and to the well of blood
where she held you
up and all you carried, all that you had in you
like an ore, you gave. Give
again.
~Paul Guest
from My Index of Slightly Horrifying Knowledge (2008)
***
This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/163120.html.
people have commented there.