work, the magicians, poetry
this has been the chillest busy season ever. i'm so confused. i left work on time today and even took lunch. by this time last year i'd racked up a bunch of overtime. but now? not so much. i mean, even accounting for the day and a half i was in florida. it's baffling.
i caught up on izombie and major made me giggle. i also watched the magicians on time, and have a question. to wit: how did margo end up in faerie? i thought eliot just sent her to the dungeons in fillory. and i can't get over that reynard committed so much violence and terror because mommy abandoned him. it's such a human motivator. i totally get why julia didn't kill him when she had the chance - she didn't want to be a monster, she didn't want to be a soulless, merciless creature - but i also totally get why kady was so pissed at her. kady killed a man (altho to be fair he made her do it) in order to get enough power to kill reynard. he raped julia and killed her friends, and in the process of getting rid of the resulting demon baby, julia lost her shade. and then she couldn't shoot him when he was right there in front of her. she let persephone take him to deal with him. no justice for anyone, no revenge, no nothing. if i was kady i'd be pissed too.
but hey, can we have a round of applause for quentin growing a spine and telling umber off? that was neat.
i overbaked my passover rolls last night. they're still edible, just a little, uh, crispier on the outside than i was planning.
and now, today's poem. i get them from poetry.org.
I was light from the mouth from every part of me
I was of the earth or a scar in the earth rent through
the ruins of late civilization and bubbled from it and
became a saint’s reptilian spirit and I could taste
the wheat and coal and gold like a trinity of bounty
and I was vapor like a smog that becomes a wraith
over the city then back to its animal form decompressed
and atomized into its past life as star and I was that animal
truth the spirit I had dreamt about being more cloud
and star then given I was just the density of water
a reciprocity in and out the fade of my fugitive
substance going south and the yearn for decadence
disappears in the annals yet leaves a taste in the mouth
metallic and lime the sense of dissolution and I was speed
and insistence to reset the orb of gravity I was risen from foam
necessitated by colony sired in violence exported as luxury
--Carmen Giménez Smith, from "Post-Identity"
i caught up on izombie and major made me giggle. i also watched the magicians on time, and have a question. to wit: how did margo end up in faerie? i thought eliot just sent her to the dungeons in fillory. and i can't get over that reynard committed so much violence and terror because mommy abandoned him. it's such a human motivator. i totally get why julia didn't kill him when she had the chance - she didn't want to be a monster, she didn't want to be a soulless, merciless creature - but i also totally get why kady was so pissed at her. kady killed a man (altho to be fair he made her do it) in order to get enough power to kill reynard. he raped julia and killed her friends, and in the process of getting rid of the resulting demon baby, julia lost her shade. and then she couldn't shoot him when he was right there in front of her. she let persephone take him to deal with him. no justice for anyone, no revenge, no nothing. if i was kady i'd be pissed too.
but hey, can we have a round of applause for quentin growing a spine and telling umber off? that was neat.
i overbaked my passover rolls last night. they're still edible, just a little, uh, crispier on the outside than i was planning.
and now, today's poem. i get them from poetry.org.
I was light from the mouth from every part of me
I was of the earth or a scar in the earth rent through
the ruins of late civilization and bubbled from it and
became a saint’s reptilian spirit and I could taste
the wheat and coal and gold like a trinity of bounty
and I was vapor like a smog that becomes a wraith
over the city then back to its animal form decompressed
and atomized into its past life as star and I was that animal
truth the spirit I had dreamt about being more cloud
and star then given I was just the density of water
a reciprocity in and out the fade of my fugitive
substance going south and the yearn for decadence
disappears in the annals yet leaves a taste in the mouth
metallic and lime the sense of dissolution and I was speed
and insistence to reset the orb of gravity I was risen from foam
necessitated by colony sired in violence exported as luxury
--Carmen Giménez Smith, from "Post-Identity"