when more than was lost has been found
Because I need to stop putting off updating my DW/LJ, I declare amnesty on actually posting any of the things I've vaguely felt like I should be posting about, and instead will condense those things into a bullet point list:
Okay, I can't remember anything else I really wanted to write about, so here, have a poem that I couldn't stop smiling about and that's pretty timely what with April and National Poetry Month:
"when faces called flowers float out of the ground" by E.E. Cummings
when faces called flowers float out of the ground
and breathing is wishing and wishing is having-
but keeping is downward and doubting and never
-it’s april(yes,april;my darling)it’s spring!
yes the pretty birds frolic as spry as can fly
yes the little fish gambol as glad as can be
(yes the mountains are dancing together)
when every leaf opens without any sound
and wishing is having and having is giving-
but keeping is doting and nothing and nonsense
-alive;we’re alive,dear:it’s(kiss me now)spring!
now the pretty birds hover so she and so he
now the little fish quiver so you and so i
(now the mountains are dancing, the mountains)
when more than was lost has been found has been found
and having is giving and giving is living-
but keeping is darkness and winter and cringing
-it’s spring(all our night becomes day)o,it’s spring!
all the pretty birds dive to the heart of the sky
all the little fish climb through the mind of the sea
(all the mountains are dancing;are dancing)
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- I have caught up on Elementary after a long time spent not watching because I was just. that. annoyed. by the whole Joan/Mycroft thing and aaaahhhhh I just love Joan and Sherlock so much. ;_____;
- Steven Universe is an intensely charming, good-hearted cartoon that has made me burst into tears of joy twice so far.
- I'm so not ready for Age of Ultron. I am feeling like a whiny baby about it, because I would really prefer to just continue wallowing in post-Cap 2 feels, especially given that I have an inkling what direction fandom will go post-AOU, and that I will not like it. I should get over myself, I know.
- Community continues to be a delight.
- Sufjan Stevens' latest album Carrie and Lowell is emotionally ruinous and exceedingly lovely. I've been revisiting some of his other albums too, and remembering how very much I appreciate his storytelling. He can get twee and overwrought and avant garde, but when he strips things down to basics, he's just stunning. Seven Swans remains perfect.
- I'll probably actually post about it eventually, but I'm seven episodes into Daredevil, and enjoying it. It's exponentially better than Agents of SHIELD, that's for sure. I'm particularly pleased with the cinematography and the visual look of the show.
- I marathoned like, all of The Mindy Project a while back, and found it alternately frustrating and delightful. I'm super invested in Danny/Mindy now, and desperately hoping the show doesn't get cancelled.
- And because I guess I'm only watching sitcoms now, I also watched Playing House, which was: a) uproariously hilarious; b) female character-centered; c) genuinely touching; d) almost entirely about the friendship between two women; and features e) the BFF femslash ship of MY HEART. God, everyone else watch it, write me fic. I'm gonna request it for Yuletide.
- Like I said, I guess I'm mostly watching sitcoms now, so I also watched Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, which definitely had some gross issues re racism, but was also a surprisingly cogent and affecting take on being a survivor while also being totally hilarious. Also its entire existence was more than justified by the Daddy's Boy's joke. If you've seen it, you know what I'm talking about. If you haven't, I assure you it is worth every second. I was in literal tears.
Okay, I can't remember anything else I really wanted to write about, so here, have a poem that I couldn't stop smiling about and that's pretty timely what with April and National Poetry Month:
"when faces called flowers float out of the ground" by E.E. Cummings
when faces called flowers float out of the ground
and breathing is wishing and wishing is having-
but keeping is downward and doubting and never
-it’s april(yes,april;my darling)it’s spring!
yes the pretty birds frolic as spry as can fly
yes the little fish gambol as glad as can be
(yes the mountains are dancing together)
when every leaf opens without any sound
and wishing is having and having is giving-
but keeping is doting and nothing and nonsense
-alive;we’re alive,dear:it’s(kiss me now)spring!
now the pretty birds hover so she and so he
now the little fish quiver so you and so i
(now the mountains are dancing, the mountains)
when more than was lost has been found has been found
and having is giving and giving is living-
but keeping is darkness and winter and cringing
-it’s spring(all our night becomes day)o,it’s spring!
all the pretty birds dive to the heart of the sky
all the little fish climb through the mind of the sea
(all the mountains are dancing;are dancing)
This entry was originally posted at http://yasaman.dreamwidth.org/463224.html, with
comments there.