the one definitive shrug in an infinite series
April recs update:
unfitforsociety has been updated for March 2014 with 54 recs in 3 fandoms:
* 52 Avengers
* 1 Arrow and 1 X-Men: First Class
I will say that while not being able to write this month has been a huge downer, I'm so pleased at how much fic Cap 2 is producing.
angelgazing and I were talking about it recently, and we were like, "I don't get hipsters. Why wouldn't I want lots of people to love a thing I love? And then make more things for me to read about it?" I mean, I'm sad almost no one listened to me (and various other Steve/Bucky shippers) for the past three years while I tried to tell you about the epic tragic century-long love story of Steve and Bucky, because I think about all the fic and art and vids that could have existed over that time, but I'm so glad people are into it now, because ugh, I think they are reaching OTP of OTPs status for me.
Speaking of my writing woes, I have 400 words of one remix and 350 words of another. Sadly, they can't be mashed together to make one story, so I'll just keep poking until one of them clicks. Sigh.
In other comics news, apparently Marvel is killing Wolverine for a while this summer. Hopefully his eventual return will team him with Molly Hayes, because I still think not producing Wolverine & Princess Powerful was a huge oversight by Marvel. I'm just saying. (of course he gets to come back. I'm still waiting for Rikki Barnes, but Peter Parker was back this month, and you know Logan will be too. IJS.)
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Today's poem:
Happiness Is the Art of Being Broken
Happiness is the art of being broken
With least sound. The old, whom circumstance
Has ground smooth as green bottle-glass
On the sea's furious grindstone, very often
Practise it to perfection. (For them, death
Is the one definitive shrug
In an infinite series, all prior gestures
Take relevance from this, as much express
Sorrow for stiff canary or cold son.)
Always the first fragmentation
Stirs us to fear... Beyond that point
We learn where we belong, in what uncaring
Complex depths we roll, lashed by light,
Tumbling in anemone-dazzled fathoms
Seek innocence in surrender,
Senility an ironic act of charity
Easing the agony of disparateness until
That day when, all identity lost, we serve
As curios for children roaming beaches,
Makeshift monocles through which they view
The same green transitory world we also knew.
~Bruce Dawe
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This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/658555.html.
people have commented there.
unfitforsociety has been updated for March 2014 with 54 recs in 3 fandoms:
* 52 Avengers
* 1 Arrow and 1 X-Men: First Class
I will say that while not being able to write this month has been a huge downer, I'm so pleased at how much fic Cap 2 is producing.
angelgazing and I were talking about it recently, and we were like, "I don't get hipsters. Why wouldn't I want lots of people to love a thing I love? And then make more things for me to read about it?" I mean, I'm sad almost no one listened to me (and various other Steve/Bucky shippers) for the past three years while I tried to tell you about the epic tragic century-long love story of Steve and Bucky, because I think about all the fic and art and vids that could have existed over that time, but I'm so glad people are into it now, because ugh, I think they are reaching OTP of OTPs status for me.
Speaking of my writing woes, I have 400 words of one remix and 350 words of another. Sadly, they can't be mashed together to make one story, so I'll just keep poking until one of them clicks. Sigh.
In other comics news, apparently Marvel is killing Wolverine for a while this summer. Hopefully his eventual return will team him with Molly Hayes, because I still think not producing Wolverine & Princess Powerful was a huge oversight by Marvel. I'm just saying. (of course he gets to come back. I'm still waiting for Rikki Barnes, but Peter Parker was back this month, and you know Logan will be too. IJS.)
***
Today's poem:
Happiness Is the Art of Being Broken
Happiness is the art of being broken
With least sound. The old, whom circumstance
Has ground smooth as green bottle-glass
On the sea's furious grindstone, very often
Practise it to perfection. (For them, death
Is the one definitive shrug
In an infinite series, all prior gestures
Take relevance from this, as much express
Sorrow for stiff canary or cold son.)
Always the first fragmentation
Stirs us to fear... Beyond that point
We learn where we belong, in what uncaring
Complex depths we roll, lashed by light,
Tumbling in anemone-dazzled fathoms
Seek innocence in surrender,
Senility an ironic act of charity
Easing the agony of disparateness until
That day when, all identity lost, we serve
As curios for children roaming beaches,
Makeshift monocles through which they view
The same green transitory world we also knew.
~Bruce Dawe
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This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/658555.html.
people have commented there.