Update and Poems
Nov. 19th, 2004 08:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormWell, I'm having a pretty wonderful week. I'm sure that makes it boring. :) It at least stifles my impulse to post on lj.
I do keep coming across beautiful poems, though. The first one's so accurate right now. The second one's also accurate, but seldom in the wintertime.
What have I been up to? Well, I've spent a bunch of time with Juggler, reestablishing that relationshiop a bit and also playing with powertools and wood to make some shelves. I like the idea of making wood things for people for Christmas, but I can't think of any wood things to make, so there.
Have discovered the need to acquire a French Maid's costume.
Have discovered as number of bizarre and disturbing/surprising websites, such as divine-interventions.com , http://www.mcdonalds.co.jp/sales/cmlib/ , that sort of thing.
Am very excited about the East Side Culture Crawl, http://www.culturecrawl.bc.ca/ , which is happening this weekend. Ooooh, glassblowers and jewelers at work!
There's also a storytelling festival on tonight which looks pretty amazing: http://www.vancouverstorytelling.org/festival2004/
I've been playing with Ghost and Ashes a bunch, but really, I think I need more bettas. It takes only about a quarter second to feed them and two minutes each to water change. Not enough interactive time. ;) Or maybe I just need to get the girlies firmly ensconced over here to fill my animal-interaction time.
Tuesday was a gorgeous day, I didn't need to go to work so I lay around with Chris and went shopping and tried on wigs and stuff with him. I'd really missed that sort of lazy-day with someone feeling. On Sunday I watched a session of his LARP, which was kind of worrisome at first but settled into something that looked fun.
I've probably already said that he's to LARPing what Brody seems to be to MUSHing -- very worldbuilder, very world-created-consequences-which-create-story-through-player-interaction, very trying-to-perfect rather than just going along with what's given. Some of his decisions aren't for me, but I think I'm going to give it a try -- I already have a wig, and the char is shaping up nicely. It's a once-per-month time commitment, with the possibility of more between-session scenes should I so desire.
It's an interesting progression for me, kind of inevitable-looking as I went from soft-roleplay on SPR to 'inventing' IC-OOC lines and enforcement on SMT with Mayor Dave, we thought we were being pretty rebellious and hardcore by making people designate anything they said OOC with the OOC tag and making everythign else, including positioning, an in-character matter. So that was more immersive than SPR, and then after that I jumped through some RIFTS places and finally OS which had very hard, sharp, clear IC/OOC lines and a much higher roleplay:talk ratio and more immersiveness in general. The concept of IC consequences was added firmly in those places, too.
Now I can play three characters at once and still have time to peruse the forums or nibble, and with that comes a certain amount of sometimes-boredom, which I'm thinking will be helped by the always-IC, very very immersive and intensive experience of roleplaying realtime with my actual body.
Chia remains excellent fun, my madwoman character is such an excellent character, there is such potential for drama in the church/state situation, there are cool people who roleplay there.
My hands are shot, wintertime does that to me, I need to be scrupulously careful about wearing rubber gloves even to do dishes at home, even to do just one dish at home. Aside from that, work continues well too.
I can't wait to see the shelves that Juggler and I are working on finished.
So that's my huge update (the keyboard just started flashing weirdly and not working, I wiggled the plug and now it works) and here are the poems, one to Chris, one to me. Oh, do I ever miss the sun, and these last sunny days have been both wonderful (light!) and terrible (need to wrap up so it can't touch your skin).
Pablo Neruda
I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
(next time you meet him, look at his eyelashes and tell me thatone line wasn't written for him)
the sun -mary oliver
Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful
than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again
out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower
streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure
that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you
as you stand there,
empty-handed--
or have you too
turned from this world--
or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?
I do keep coming across beautiful poems, though. The first one's so accurate right now. The second one's also accurate, but seldom in the wintertime.
What have I been up to? Well, I've spent a bunch of time with Juggler, reestablishing that relationshiop a bit and also playing with powertools and wood to make some shelves. I like the idea of making wood things for people for Christmas, but I can't think of any wood things to make, so there.
Have discovered the need to acquire a French Maid's costume.
Have discovered as number of bizarre and disturbing/surprising websites, such as divine-interventions.com , http://www.mcdonalds.co.jp/sales/cmlib/ , that sort of thing.
Am very excited about the East Side Culture Crawl, http://www.culturecrawl.bc.ca/ , which is happening this weekend. Ooooh, glassblowers and jewelers at work!
There's also a storytelling festival on tonight which looks pretty amazing: http://www.vancouverstorytelling.org/festival2004/
I've been playing with Ghost and Ashes a bunch, but really, I think I need more bettas. It takes only about a quarter second to feed them and two minutes each to water change. Not enough interactive time. ;) Or maybe I just need to get the girlies firmly ensconced over here to fill my animal-interaction time.
Tuesday was a gorgeous day, I didn't need to go to work so I lay around with Chris and went shopping and tried on wigs and stuff with him. I'd really missed that sort of lazy-day with someone feeling. On Sunday I watched a session of his LARP, which was kind of worrisome at first but settled into something that looked fun.
I've probably already said that he's to LARPing what Brody seems to be to MUSHing -- very worldbuilder, very world-created-consequences-which-create-story-through-player-interaction, very trying-to-perfect rather than just going along with what's given. Some of his decisions aren't for me, but I think I'm going to give it a try -- I already have a wig, and the char is shaping up nicely. It's a once-per-month time commitment, with the possibility of more between-session scenes should I so desire.
It's an interesting progression for me, kind of inevitable-looking as I went from soft-roleplay on SPR to 'inventing' IC-OOC lines and enforcement on SMT with Mayor Dave, we thought we were being pretty rebellious and hardcore by making people designate anything they said OOC with the OOC tag and making everythign else, including positioning, an in-character matter. So that was more immersive than SPR, and then after that I jumped through some RIFTS places and finally OS which had very hard, sharp, clear IC/OOC lines and a much higher roleplay:talk ratio and more immersiveness in general. The concept of IC consequences was added firmly in those places, too.
Now I can play three characters at once and still have time to peruse the forums or nibble, and with that comes a certain amount of sometimes-boredom, which I'm thinking will be helped by the always-IC, very very immersive and intensive experience of roleplaying realtime with my actual body.
Chia remains excellent fun, my madwoman character is such an excellent character, there is such potential for drama in the church/state situation, there are cool people who roleplay there.
My hands are shot, wintertime does that to me, I need to be scrupulously careful about wearing rubber gloves even to do dishes at home, even to do just one dish at home. Aside from that, work continues well too.
I can't wait to see the shelves that Juggler and I are working on finished.
So that's my huge update (the keyboard just started flashing weirdly and not working, I wiggled the plug and now it works) and here are the poems, one to Chris, one to me. Oh, do I ever miss the sun, and these last sunny days have been both wonderful (light!) and terrible (need to wrap up so it can't touch your skin).
Pablo Neruda
I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
(next time you meet him, look at his eyelashes and tell me thatone line wasn't written for him)
the sun -mary oliver
Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful
than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again
out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower
streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure
that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you
as you stand there,
empty-handed--
or have you too
turned from this world--
or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?
