unmade love in unmade beds
My plan for today was ANSWER ALL THE COMMENTS but LJ is down (and has been for several hours, according to status.livejournal.com). I will still attempt to do some comment answering on DW and AO3, but it's kind of hilarious to me that this happens whenever I tell myself I'm going to buckle down and do it. Obviously, my intention to catch up is what breaks the internet.
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via
sdwolfpup, The Best TV You're Not Watching: Community. It may sound a little over the top if you don't actually watch the show, but I can tell you that if you do watch it, it's all true. There's no new episode until April 14, so you have time to catch up!
Also, I didn't know The Good Wife was on the bubble! But that's what people in the comments at the AV Club seem to think. I thought it was an award-winning, critically acclaimed hit that would be renewed without question. What on earth is going on at CBS that it wouldn't be renewed? And I was all smug that the bubble shows I care about - Fringe and Community - got renewed; I didn't think I had to expend any worry about TGW. But Mr. Google isn't giving me any relief - as of yesterday, it's still listed as "could go either way" at TV by the numbers.
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Soon it will be National Poetry Month in the US and I will post a poem every day! Let's have a preview:
i lie back on my red coverlet and contemplate
the paintings of seascapes we won't be seeing in the Louvre.
the miniatures of the infamous Van Blarenberghe brothers.
no rented wooden boats in the Jardin de Tuileries
though this is not about a particular lover or a particular city.
even i am less a woman than a ball of mercury breaking
into forty pieces of silver.
there was talk of Prague, the Klub Cleopatra, that bar called
the Marquis de Sade. as if poetry lies there on a gold settee
smoking a black cigarette in a red holder.
green dress. that Van Gogh green, the color of his pool tables.
the ceiling too is green, and the absinthe we won't be sipping.
the unmade love in unmade beds. small, oversensitive breasts.
Americans always think it's elsewhere. believe
in transmutative sex. i did, when a girl, scrutinizing
my queendom, a colony of fire ants, their thoraxes
gleaming like scoured copper.
~Diane Seuss
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This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/304930.html.
people have commented there.
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via
sdwolfpup, The Best TV You're Not Watching: Community. It may sound a little over the top if you don't actually watch the show, but I can tell you that if you do watch it, it's all true. There's no new episode until April 14, so you have time to catch up!
Also, I didn't know The Good Wife was on the bubble! But that's what people in the comments at the AV Club seem to think. I thought it was an award-winning, critically acclaimed hit that would be renewed without question. What on earth is going on at CBS that it wouldn't be renewed? And I was all smug that the bubble shows I care about - Fringe and Community - got renewed; I didn't think I had to expend any worry about TGW. But Mr. Google isn't giving me any relief - as of yesterday, it's still listed as "could go either way" at TV by the numbers.
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Soon it will be National Poetry Month in the US and I will post a poem every day! Let's have a preview:
i lie back on my red coverlet and contemplate
the paintings of seascapes we won't be seeing in the Louvre.
the miniatures of the infamous Van Blarenberghe brothers.
no rented wooden boats in the Jardin de Tuileries
though this is not about a particular lover or a particular city.
even i am less a woman than a ball of mercury breaking
into forty pieces of silver.
there was talk of Prague, the Klub Cleopatra, that bar called
the Marquis de Sade. as if poetry lies there on a gold settee
smoking a black cigarette in a red holder.
green dress. that Van Gogh green, the color of his pool tables.
the ceiling too is green, and the absinthe we won't be sipping.
the unmade love in unmade beds. small, oversensitive breasts.
Americans always think it's elsewhere. believe
in transmutative sex. i did, when a girl, scrutinizing
my queendom, a colony of fire ants, their thoraxes
gleaming like scoured copper.
~Diane Seuss
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This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/304930.html.
people have commented there.