Pity me not because the light of day
At close of day no longer walks the sky;
Pity me not for beauties passed away
From field and thicket as the year goes by;
Pity me not the waning of the moon,
Nor that the ebbing tide goes out to sea,
Nor that a man's desire is hushed so soon,
And you no longer look with love on me.
This have I known always: Love is no more
Than the wide blossom which the wind assails,
Than the great tide that treads the shifting shore,
Strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales:
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn
What the swift mind beholds at every turn.
--Edna St. Vincent Millay
Thursday, October 27, 2011
it really must be nice
it really must
be Nice, never to
have no imagination (or never
never to wonder about guys you used to(and them
slim hot queens with dam next to nothing
on)tangoing
(while a feller tries
to hold down the fifty bucks per
job with one foot and rock a
cradle with the the other)it Must be
nice never to have no doubts about why you
put the ring
on(and watching her
face grow old and tired to which
you're married and hands get red washing
things and dishes)and to never, never really wonder i
mean about the smell
of babies and how you
know the dam rent's going to and everything and never, never
Never to stand at no window
because i can't sleep(smoking sawdust
cigarettes in the
middle of the night
--ee cummings
be Nice, never to
have no imagination (or never
never to wonder about guys you used to(and them
slim hot queens with dam next to nothing
on)tangoing
(while a feller tries
to hold down the fifty bucks per
job with one foot and rock a
cradle with the the other)it Must be
nice never to have no doubts about why you
put the ring
on(and watching her
face grow old and tired to which
you're married and hands get red washing
things and dishes)and to never, never really wonder i
mean about the smell
of babies and how you
know the dam rent's going to and everything and never, never
Never to stand at no window
because i can't sleep(smoking sawdust
cigarettes in the
middle of the night
--ee cummings
Astonishing X-Men
Kitty Pryde's "death" just about killed me. I am so glad that Magneto pulls the damn bullet back to Earth eventually. Jesus. As if this panel wasn't enough, then you've got Kitty's monologue (from earlier in the series when her and Colossus were being cute) over some sad/cute/nostalgic scenes of the rest of the team. It goes like this:
"Everything is so fragile. There's so much conflict, so much pain...you keep waiting for the dust to settle and then you realize this is it: the dust is your life going on. If happy comes along, that weird, unbearable delight that's actually happy--I think you have to grab it while you can. You take what you can get. Cause it's here and then...gone."
And...Joss Whedon is a master of words.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Winesburg, Ohio
At the upper end of the Fair Ground, in Winesburg, there is a half decayed old grand-stand. It has never been painted and the boards are all warped out of shape. The Fair Ground stands on top of a low hill rising out of the valley of Wine Creek and from the grand-stand one can see at night, over a cornfield, the lights of the town reflected against the sky.
George and Helen climbed the hill to the Fair Ground, coming by the path past Waterworks Pond. The felling of loneliness and isolation that had come to the young man in the crowded streets of his town was both broken and intensified by the presence of Helen.What he felt was reflected in her.
In youth there are always two forces fighting in people. The warm unthinking little animal struggles against the thing that reflects and remembers, and the older, the more sophisticated thing had possession of George Willard. Sensing his mood, Helen walked beside him filled with respect. When they got to the grand-stand they climbed up under the roof and sat down on one of the long bench-like seats.
There is something memorable in the experience to be had by going into a fair ground that stands at the edge of a Middle Western town on a night after the annual fair has been held. The sensation is one never to be forgotten. On all sides are ghosts, not of the dead, but of living people. Here, during the day just passed, have come the people pouring in from the town and the country around. Farmers with their wives and children and all the people from the hundreds of little frame houses have gathered within these board walls. Young girls have laughed and men with beards have talked of the affairs of their lives. The place has been filled to overflowing with life. It has itched and squirmed with life and now it is night and the life has all gone away. The silence is almost terrifying. One conceals oneself standing silently beside the trunk of a tree and what there is of a reflective tendency in his nature is intensified. One shudders at the thought of the meaninglessness of life while at the same instant, and if the people of the town are his people, one loves life so intensely that tears come into the eyes.
In the darkness under the roof of the grand-stand, George Willard sat beside Helen White and felt very keenly his own insignificance in the scheme of existence. Now that he had come out of town where the presence of the people stirring about, busy with a multitude of affairs, had been so irritation, the irritation was all gone. The presence of Helen renewed and refreshed him. It was as though her woman's hand was assisting him to make some minute readjustment of the machinery of his life. He began to think of the people in the town where he had always lived with something like reverence. He had reverence for Helen. He wanted to love and to be loved by her, but he did not want at the moment to be confused by her womanhood. In the darkness he took hold of her hand and when she crept close put a hand on her shoulder. A wind began to blow and he shivered. With all his strength he tried to hold and to understand the mood that had come upon him. In that high place in the darkness the two oddly sensitive human atoms held each other tightly and waited. In the mind of each was the same thought. "I have come to this lonely place and here is this other," was the substance of the thing felt.
In Winesburg the crowded day had run itself out into the long night of the late fall. Farm horses jogged away along lonely country roads pulling their portion of weary people. Clerks began to bring samples of goods in off the sidewalks and lock the doors of stores. In the Opera House a crowd had gathered to see a show and further down Main Street the fiddlers, their instruments tuned, sweated and worked to keep the feet of youth flying over a dance floor.
In the darkness in the grand-stand Helen White and George Willard remained silent. Now and then the spell that held them was broken and they turned and tried in the dim light to see into each other's eyes. They kissed but that impulse did not last. At the upper end of the Fair Ground a half dozen men worked over horses that had raced during the afternoon. The men had built a fire and were heating kettles of water. Only their legs could be seen as they passed back and forth in the light. When the wind blew the little flames of the fire danced crazily about.
George and Helen arose and walked away into the darkness. They went along a path past a field of corn that had not yet been cut. The wind whispered among the dry corn blades. For a moment during the walk back into town the spell that held them was broken. When they had come to the crest of Waterworks Hill they stopped by a tree and George again put his hands on the girl's shoulders. She embraced him eagerly and then again they drew quickly back from that impulse. They stopped kissing and stood a little apart. Mutual respect grew big in them. They were both embarrassed and to relieve their embarrassment dropped into the animalism of youth. They laughed and began to pull and haul at each other. In some way chastened and purified by the mood they had been in, they became, not man and woman, not boy and girl, but excited little animals.
It was so they went down the hill. In the darkness they played like two splendid young things in a young world. Once, running swiftly forward, Helen tripped George and he fell. He squirmed and shouted. Shaking with laughter, he roiled down the hill. Helen ran after him. For just a moment she stopped in the darkness. There was no way of knowing what woman's thoughts went through her min but, when the bottom of the hill was reached and she came up to the boy, she took his arm and walked beside him in dignified silence. For some reason they could not have explained they had both got from their silent evening together the thing needed. Man or boy, woman or girl, they had for a moment taken hold of the thing that makes the mature life of men and women in the modern world possible.
-Sherwood Anderson (1919)
George and Helen climbed the hill to the Fair Ground, coming by the path past Waterworks Pond. The felling of loneliness and isolation that had come to the young man in the crowded streets of his town was both broken and intensified by the presence of Helen.What he felt was reflected in her.
In youth there are always two forces fighting in people. The warm unthinking little animal struggles against the thing that reflects and remembers, and the older, the more sophisticated thing had possession of George Willard. Sensing his mood, Helen walked beside him filled with respect. When they got to the grand-stand they climbed up under the roof and sat down on one of the long bench-like seats.
There is something memorable in the experience to be had by going into a fair ground that stands at the edge of a Middle Western town on a night after the annual fair has been held. The sensation is one never to be forgotten. On all sides are ghosts, not of the dead, but of living people. Here, during the day just passed, have come the people pouring in from the town and the country around. Farmers with their wives and children and all the people from the hundreds of little frame houses have gathered within these board walls. Young girls have laughed and men with beards have talked of the affairs of their lives. The place has been filled to overflowing with life. It has itched and squirmed with life and now it is night and the life has all gone away. The silence is almost terrifying. One conceals oneself standing silently beside the trunk of a tree and what there is of a reflective tendency in his nature is intensified. One shudders at the thought of the meaninglessness of life while at the same instant, and if the people of the town are his people, one loves life so intensely that tears come into the eyes.
In the darkness under the roof of the grand-stand, George Willard sat beside Helen White and felt very keenly his own insignificance in the scheme of existence. Now that he had come out of town where the presence of the people stirring about, busy with a multitude of affairs, had been so irritation, the irritation was all gone. The presence of Helen renewed and refreshed him. It was as though her woman's hand was assisting him to make some minute readjustment of the machinery of his life. He began to think of the people in the town where he had always lived with something like reverence. He had reverence for Helen. He wanted to love and to be loved by her, but he did not want at the moment to be confused by her womanhood. In the darkness he took hold of her hand and when she crept close put a hand on her shoulder. A wind began to blow and he shivered. With all his strength he tried to hold and to understand the mood that had come upon him. In that high place in the darkness the two oddly sensitive human atoms held each other tightly and waited. In the mind of each was the same thought. "I have come to this lonely place and here is this other," was the substance of the thing felt.
In Winesburg the crowded day had run itself out into the long night of the late fall. Farm horses jogged away along lonely country roads pulling their portion of weary people. Clerks began to bring samples of goods in off the sidewalks and lock the doors of stores. In the Opera House a crowd had gathered to see a show and further down Main Street the fiddlers, their instruments tuned, sweated and worked to keep the feet of youth flying over a dance floor.
In the darkness in the grand-stand Helen White and George Willard remained silent. Now and then the spell that held them was broken and they turned and tried in the dim light to see into each other's eyes. They kissed but that impulse did not last. At the upper end of the Fair Ground a half dozen men worked over horses that had raced during the afternoon. The men had built a fire and were heating kettles of water. Only their legs could be seen as they passed back and forth in the light. When the wind blew the little flames of the fire danced crazily about.
George and Helen arose and walked away into the darkness. They went along a path past a field of corn that had not yet been cut. The wind whispered among the dry corn blades. For a moment during the walk back into town the spell that held them was broken. When they had come to the crest of Waterworks Hill they stopped by a tree and George again put his hands on the girl's shoulders. She embraced him eagerly and then again they drew quickly back from that impulse. They stopped kissing and stood a little apart. Mutual respect grew big in them. They were both embarrassed and to relieve their embarrassment dropped into the animalism of youth. They laughed and began to pull and haul at each other. In some way chastened and purified by the mood they had been in, they became, not man and woman, not boy and girl, but excited little animals.
It was so they went down the hill. In the darkness they played like two splendid young things in a young world. Once, running swiftly forward, Helen tripped George and he fell. He squirmed and shouted. Shaking with laughter, he roiled down the hill. Helen ran after him. For just a moment she stopped in the darkness. There was no way of knowing what woman's thoughts went through her min but, when the bottom of the hill was reached and she came up to the boy, she took his arm and walked beside him in dignified silence. For some reason they could not have explained they had both got from their silent evening together the thing needed. Man or boy, woman or girl, they had for a moment taken hold of the thing that makes the mature life of men and women in the modern world possible.
-Sherwood Anderson (1919)
Richard Cory
Whenever Richard Cory went down to town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich--yes, richer than a king,--
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
-Edwin Arlington Robinson (1896)
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich--yes, richer than a king,--
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
-Edwin Arlington Robinson (1896)
Monday, October 17, 2011
The Son of Neptune
Finished reading this just last night. A very interesting second book in the series. It was nice to be back in Percy's shoes I've got to say. As much as I was annoyed by him in the early stages of the first series, I'm that much more fond of him now. He's finally got his head in the game. Plus, the two other narrators, Hazel and Frank, are good additions to the growing group of demigods.
I've gotta say, Rick Riordan has weaved quite a tangled web amongst these young people. It will be interesting to see how this all turns out. The introduction of the harpie Ella, who memorized these ancient scrolls of prophecy, is an excellent idea. She talks in riddles and most of the stuff she says is either extremely important or a great literary allusion. Plus, the whispered lines of a prophecy involving Annabeth will no doubt be answered in the next installment called...
The Mark of Athena, due at your local bookstore Fall 2012.
Sigh. I also learned via Wikipedia that this is to be a series of five with one out each year. Meaning Book Four in Fall 2013, and Book Five in Fall 2014.
Patience is a virtue I do not possess. Especially with cliffhanger endings. I will look forward to this one extra because Annabeth is my favorite character and it will be a treat to see things in her POV. But who will the other two POVs be? Or will it switch between all of the seven halfbloods needed to complete the second Great Prophecy? Only time will tell.
"Whoso list to hunt"
Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind!
But as for me, alas, I may no more;
The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,
I am of them that furthest come behind.
Yet may I by no means my wearied mind
Draw from the deer, but as she fleeth afore
Fainting I follow; I leave off therefore,
Since in a net I seek to hold the wind.
Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt,
As well as I, may spend his time in vain.
And graven with diamonds in letters plain,
There is written her fair neck round about,
"Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am,
And wild for to hold, though I seem tame."
-Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542), loosely based on "Rima 190" by Petrarch
But as for me, alas, I may no more;
The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,
I am of them that furthest come behind.
Yet may I by no means my wearied mind
Draw from the deer, but as she fleeth afore
Fainting I follow; I leave off therefore,
Since in a net I seek to hold the wind.
Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt,
As well as I, may spend his time in vain.
And graven with diamonds in letters plain,
There is written her fair neck round about,
"Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am,
And wild for to hold, though I seem tame."
-Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542), loosely based on "Rima 190" by Petrarch
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Th'Assyrians' king, in peace with foul desire
Th'Assyrians' king, in peace with foul desire
And filthy lust that stained his regal heart,
In war, that should set princely hearts afire,
Vanquished did yield for want of martial art.
The dint of swords from kisses seemèd strange,
And harder than his lady's side, his targe;
From glutton feasts to soldier's fare, a change,
His helmet, far above a garland's charge.
Who scace the name of manhood did retain,
Drenchèd in sloth and womanish delight,
Feeble of sprite, unpatient of pain,
When he had lost his honor and his right
(Proud, time of wealth; in storms, appalled with dread),
Murdered himself, to show some manful deed.
-Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (1517-1547)
Yeah...somebody REALLY doesn't like Henry VIII, I mean the Assyrian King, silly me.
And filthy lust that stained his regal heart,
In war, that should set princely hearts afire,
Vanquished did yield for want of martial art.
The dint of swords from kisses seemèd strange,
And harder than his lady's side, his targe;
From glutton feasts to soldier's fare, a change,
His helmet, far above a garland's charge.
Who scace the name of manhood did retain,
Drenchèd in sloth and womanish delight,
Feeble of sprite, unpatient of pain,
When he had lost his honor and his right
(Proud, time of wealth; in storms, appalled with dread),
Murdered himself, to show some manful deed.
-Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (1517-1547)
Yeah...somebody REALLY doesn't like Henry VIII, I mean the Assyrian King, silly me.
from The Lost Hero
Annabeth and Jason studied one another, and Jason knew she had put it together. She saw the dangerous truth.
"Hera said my coming here was an exchange of leaders," Jason said. "A way for the two camps to learn of each other's existence."
"Yeah?" Leo said. "So?"
"An exchange goes two ways," Jason said. "When I got here, my memory was wiped. I didn't know who I was or where I belonged. Fortunately, you guys took me in and I found a new home. I know you're not my enemy. The Roman camp--they're not so friendly. You prove your worth quickly, or you don't survive. They may not be so nice to him, and if they learn where he comes from, he's going to be in serious trouble."
"Him?" Leo said. "Who are you talking about?"
"My boyfriend," Annabeth said grimly. "He disappeared around the same time Jason appeared. If Jason came to Camp Half-Blood--"
"Exactly," Jason agreed. "Percy Jackson is at the other camp, and he probably doesn't even remember who he is."
Dun dun duuuuunnnn....
"Hera said my coming here was an exchange of leaders," Jason said. "A way for the two camps to learn of each other's existence."
"Yeah?" Leo said. "So?"
"An exchange goes two ways," Jason said. "When I got here, my memory was wiped. I didn't know who I was or where I belonged. Fortunately, you guys took me in and I found a new home. I know you're not my enemy. The Roman camp--they're not so friendly. You prove your worth quickly, or you don't survive. They may not be so nice to him, and if they learn where he comes from, he's going to be in serious trouble."
"Him?" Leo said. "Who are you talking about?"
"My boyfriend," Annabeth said grimly. "He disappeared around the same time Jason appeared. If Jason came to Camp Half-Blood--"
"Exactly," Jason agreed. "Percy Jackson is at the other camp, and he probably doesn't even remember who he is."
Dun dun duuuuunnnn....
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Rick Riordan's Really Rockin' Upcoming Release
I'm a huge fan of Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson & The Olympians series. It's kind of sad cause it's not even in the teen section of Barnes & Noble, you actually have to go the the children's section with all the stuffed animals and rocking chairs but I digress. To be quite frank, the series is excellent. It's like a smaller version of Harry Potter. Just substitute magic and Hogwarts for Greek Mythology and Camp Half-Blood. You see, in this universe, our protagonists are the offspring of one of the Greek Gods and a human. As anyone who's familiar at all with Greek Mythology would know, those gods were known from straying out of Olympus for a little lovin' touchin' and squeezin' if you know what I'm sayin'.
Our hero is Percy Jackson, son of...well you'll see. There's five books chronicling Percy's original adventures and then a new series called The Heroes of Olympus that is a sort of spin-off of Percy Jackson with some new characters and some old friends. The first book in the series, The Lost Hero refers to Percy who has gone missing. It's a really fun read that's actually kind of mysterious.
Anyway, to the point, the second book entitled The Son of Neptune came out this month and I REALLY REALLY WANT TO READ IT. I'm 97% certain that my little sister bought it for my birthday though, so I'll have to wait until I see her next weekend. Alas, I shall have to devote myself to re-reading the first book this week to stave off my anticipation.
Our hero is Percy Jackson, son of...well you'll see. There's five books chronicling Percy's original adventures and then a new series called The Heroes of Olympus that is a sort of spin-off of Percy Jackson with some new characters and some old friends. The first book in the series, The Lost Hero refers to Percy who has gone missing. It's a really fun read that's actually kind of mysterious.
Anyway, to the point, the second book entitled The Son of Neptune came out this month and I REALLY REALLY WANT TO READ IT. I'm 97% certain that my little sister bought it for my birthday though, so I'll have to wait until I see her next weekend. Alas, I shall have to devote myself to re-reading the first book this week to stave off my anticipation.
X-Factor #43
This issue was epic. Officially a fan of the much-anticipated Layla Miller/Jamie Madrox duo.
Post Messiah Complex
After the events of Messiah Complex, a number of things are going down. Cable jumped into the time stream with the baby. Their adventures are chronicled in the series Cable and continue into the X-Force/Cable: Messiah War crossover. The baby and Cable both age faster in the time stream and even live for a while with Cable's eventual wife Hope Summers. She dies tragically and Cable finally names the baby: Hope, after the only mother she ever knew. 
Some crazy shit happens, there's roach people, and Bishop basically destroys the entire world in an effort to corral Cable and the baby and complete his mission to save his future. This culminates in the Messiah War which features the time jump of the X-Force into the future for a limited time to help Cable, the reappearance of Stryfe and Apocalypse, and even Deadpool shows up and acts batshit crazy.
In other news, Cyclops disbanded the X-Men and he and Emma are basically on vacay in the savage land while everyone else wanders around all over the world. The X Mansion is completely decimated and it's pretty sad. Some crazy shit is eventually found in San Francisco and everyone heads over there to check it out. Cyclops sends the X-Force into the future to help Cable, he continues keeping secrets from Emma, and things just get more complicated.
Over at X-Factor, everyone moves to Detroit and it sucks there. Jamie previously got Banshee's daughter pregnant and crazy shit happens at the delivery. Everyone is pissed or depressed and split up. More crazy happens when Jamie goes to visit one of his dupes that lives as a preacher. Excellent character return and time travel ensues.
When Professor X got shot in the head by Bishop at the end of Messiah Complex, he didn't really die, obviously. Instead, he's off recuperating and brooding over past mistakes in the title X-Men: Legacy. Eventually, Gambit and Rogue show up in this title though so it's probably going to get real excellent, real quick.
Some crazy shit happens, there's roach people, and Bishop basically destroys the entire world in an effort to corral Cable and the baby and complete his mission to save his future. This culminates in the Messiah War which features the time jump of the X-Force into the future for a limited time to help Cable, the reappearance of Stryfe and Apocalypse, and even Deadpool shows up and acts batshit crazy.
In other news, Cyclops disbanded the X-Men and he and Emma are basically on vacay in the savage land while everyone else wanders around all over the world. The X Mansion is completely decimated and it's pretty sad. Some crazy shit is eventually found in San Francisco and everyone heads over there to check it out. Cyclops sends the X-Force into the future to help Cable, he continues keeping secrets from Emma, and things just get more complicated.
Over at X-Factor, everyone moves to Detroit and it sucks there. Jamie previously got Banshee's daughter pregnant and crazy shit happens at the delivery. Everyone is pissed or depressed and split up. More crazy happens when Jamie goes to visit one of his dupes that lives as a preacher. Excellent character return and time travel ensues.
When Professor X got shot in the head by Bishop at the end of Messiah Complex, he didn't really die, obviously. Instead, he's off recuperating and brooding over past mistakes in the title X-Men: Legacy. Eventually, Gambit and Rogue show up in this title though so it's probably going to get real excellent, real quick.
X-Men: Messiah Complex
This story arc revolves around the emergence of the first mutant birth since M-Day. As you can imagine, everyone and their brother wants to get a hold of the baby. The X-Men, those crazy religious followers of William Stryker, Mr. Sinister's gang of followers including Mystique, Gambit, and a comatose and near-death Rogue, and even Cable (Scott's kid who grew up like 2,000 years in the future). Unknown to everyone, Bishop is also after the baby cause he thinks she's the "red-headed monster" who's the cause of the ass-tastic future he comes from.
The baby undoubtedly has a huge destiny to bear. Either she will bring destruction to the mutant race, or she'll be the salvation. I can't wait to see what happens next.
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