Happy birthday and deathday to the bard.

Sonnet 29~ William Shakespeare ( Read more... )

I'm behind on all things LJ. Among other things. I hope you're all well as can be.

It's still April, though, and I've been slack on reading and posting poems. So, here, have an aural one.

Benedict I-just-won-a-fucking-Olivier Cumberbatch reading Lewis Carroll's "Jabberwocky":

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ION, watched The Mystery Of Edwin Drood last night and liked it. ( Read more... )

• Dear lord! The Benedict Blend and The Martin Mix specialty teas!

My favorite bit is under Benedict's tea:
You look at him, and you think: You're actually delicious.
Why, yes. Yes, I do. (Now get out of my head.)

• Thank you to autumnsparkle for recommending The Sensation of Falling As You Just Hit Sleep. I got so engrossed in it that I stayed up until I ( Read more... )

Fell behind, so I'm doing two in one post.


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The other night I re-read parts of Paradise Lost, with the thought that I might be able to use it as inspiration for a bit of writing. So, after I finish up reading what I want to from that, I think: well, while I'm hanging out with the biblical texts, maybe I should finally read The Book of Revelation. Which I'd been meaning to do ever since the ( Read more... )

Saw Atonement today.

( no major spoilers )

I'm not Irish. But W.B. Yeats was... besides being one of the most gifted poets in the English language, one who understood that words, at their best, are music. Or strange little creatures striving to be music. Each word sits on the page like a note on a staff, queuing up line by line, waiting to make a sound: a shout, a scream, a sob, a sigh. Or ( Read more... )