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Thursday, February 5th, 2004
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11:24a - Art and relating it to various things.
(If that's not an inspiring title, I don't know what is).
And to go back to beautiful poetry for a moment, this is Yeats's "Hosting of the Sidhe":
THE HOST is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare;
Caolte tossing his burning hair
And Niamh calling Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam,
Our arms are waving, our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
We come between him and the hope of his heart.
The host is rushing ’twixt night and day,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caolte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away.
( Art in a fantasy culture )
I've been thinking entirely too much about fantasy art lately. Random thoughts about non-human drama in the middle of taking notes about German tragic plays are not good.
current mood:  artistic
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11:00p - M.O.C.K. Form HP-MS-CP
Or, the Mary Sue Official Complaint Kiosk Form Harry Potter-Mary Sue-Clichéd Plot.
The Clichéd Plot Division has a definite personality problem, most likely due to their coffee not arriving on time.
( Imagine a bored official having to type this form late at night to content a shrieking Sue author... )
Harry Potter Mary Sue stories are even less varied than the LOTR ones.
Wait a minute.
No, they're not.
current mood:  amused
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