when our falsehoods are divided

[fahye]

I'm actually feeling quite pretty at the moment. My legs are firm-ish, my stomach is flat, my skin is less disastrous than usual, and although I'd still much prefer being a dark brunette again, I've discovered that I hate my natural hair colour far less than I thought. It's that time of the month, so my boobs are looking quite respectable, even if

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[littledust]

Embrace the Mary Sue hair, Fahye! :P

Miranda's section is so strange and pretty and sad. How lonely are mirrors?

[fahye]

Alas, the Mary Sue hair was kind of my natural hair colour + occasional application of lightening gunk, and I don't know if it still qualifies if it isn't ridiculously long :D But we'll see! I'm growing it out natural because I am systematically trying to cut down on my regular expenditures in anticipation of next year, and there's no way I can afford to keep it short and dark.

[nextian]

... Fahye, you've got to be making this up.

How. I. What. This cannot be as good as it looks surely--

[fahye]

EMMA. FIND IT NOW. My uni library only has it in an ancient volume called For The Time Being, which combines this poem and a Christmas Oratorio poem, but it should be included in any complete verse works of Auden, too.

IT'S SO AMAZING. Chapter 1 is Prospero to Ariel, then Chapter 2 is all the different characters with different poem styles (like the Miranda one above) interspersed with little commentaries by Antonio, eg. this follows the Miranda poem:

One link is missing, Prospero,
My magic is my own;
Happy Miranda does not know
The figure that Antonio,
The Only One, Creation’s O,
Dances for Death alone.

And then Chapter 3 is a very long prose-poem, Caliban to the Audience, which is a brilliant ramble about the nature of art and magic. And then there's an epilogue, Ariel to Caliban.