Sonnet by Roz Kaveney

[docbrite]

In some happier parallel world, rozk and I are good pals. We really should be good pals in this world -- we share many dear friends, interests, and various oddities -- but somehow our paths have only ever crossed intermittently. We've waved at each other from our passing ships and occasionally managed to share a bit of conversation. Maybe someday we'll

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[drjon]

I read an interesting piece, a while ago... lemme find it... here we go:
http://www.prospectmagazine.co.uk/2009/11/cultural-notebook-3/

Also, rozk is grand,and I love reading her sonnet work. I'd love to meet her in person one day.

[rozk]

One of the other things we have in common is depression though mine is mostly high-functioning and reactive and most importantly, it goes away. So I am comparatively lucky and count that particular blessing, not least when I read your LJ and one or two other friends'. I sort of know, which means I don't entirely.

But yes, that is part of what this poem came to be about as I wrote it. I tend to go with text and let subtext come along for the ride if it wants.

And how you describe our relationship is almost exactly how I see it...Did you realize that I work - and have worked these many years - for Ravi Mirchandani?

[docbrite]

Dear Ravi! Too horrified by Exquisite Corpse, not horrified enough by Liquor. I was always very fond of him, though.

[inizitu]

I guess maybe that is the worst thing about zombifying depression: that you know you haven't always been like this; that you remember a time when you could feel interest and excitement and even transporting joy. But you remember it dimly, so dimly, and the idea of ever getting back to that time seems as ludicrous as that of a rotten, stinking zombie clothing his bones with new flesh.

Yeah, that. Like, a million times.

[crazycrone]

Ditto.

[jameysturm]

You're too articulate to languish in despair. Despair is unformed, confusion; it only clings to born again victims. You are brilliant and you are stagnant, is my guess. I recommend a project or two perhaps...people like you can't idle, you need to be striking out. That is why you are sad little man. You have nothing to test against. You need to explode a while is all. Get you all lined out. Again, this is not the time for me to POST COMMENT but I will. Hope I don't come across as too presumptuous considering my sheer lack of credibility. I am terrible at good advice. My advice. LSD. Heavy dose. Clean the cobwebs and roll from there.
Ok then, time for that chill session...laying down now. Out