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posted by [personal profile] bladderwrack at 09:48pm on 11/02/2010
...that was all I had to say, carry on.
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posted by [personal profile] bladderwrack at 09:35pm on 29/12/2009
Most abysmally depressing thing I've read since Never Let Me Go. By which I mean, it's brilliant.

I'm not accustomed to reading play scripts, but I find I like it; spare and dense at the same time, in the same way that poetry is.
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posted by [personal profile] bladderwrack at 03:03pm on 22/12/2009
little brother has an offer of a place at Oxford; wld be less grating had he obtained it via anything other than facile social charm.
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How hard for a dead man to pretend to be
alive and lusty among living ones!
But he must worm his way into society
hiding, for his job's sake, the rattle of bones.

The living sleep. The dead man climbs from his coffin,
and goes to the House, the bank, the bar...
The paler the night, the blacker his chagrin,
and pens scratch triumphantly hour by hour.

All day the dead man drafts a memorandum.
The office doors are closing. Watch him, hear
him whispering -- wagging his bottom --
whispering smut in a deputy's ear.

Evening draws on, with rain and soot splashing
the passers-by, houses, and all that trash...
To other filth the dead man is dashing
in a taxi-cab with a creaking spring.

The dead man hurries to a ballroom full
of people and pillars. He is wearing tails.
His hostess, a fool, and her husband, a fool,
receive him at the door with gracious smiles.

He is tired by a day at the office slaving,
but the rattle of bones is drowned by the band...
He must pretend to be one of the living!
Firmly he takes hold of a friendly hand --

Beside a pillar his eyes encounter
those of his partner -- she, like him, is dead.
Behind their conventional party banter
you can hear the truth that remains unsaid:

'Exhausted friend, in this room I feel foreign.'
'Exhausted friend, the grave is cold as snow.'
'It's twelve already.' 'You haven't asked N.N.
to waltz with you, and she loves you so...'

And there is N.N., searching with a wild look
for him, for him. There's thunder in her blood
and in her face, beautiful but childlike,
the meaningless rapture of living love.

He whispers words that have no meaning,
enchantments that the living so desire,
and he observes how her head is leaning
on her shoulder, how her cheeks catch fire...

The old familiar and malicious poisons
he pours into her ear with more than malice.
'How much he loves me. How clever he is!'

She hears a strange unearthly clatter -- his
castanet rattle of bones on bones.
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posted by [personal profile] bladderwrack at 10:50pm on 01/12/2009 under
"A recent anthology on postmodern sexualities, entitled (probably inevitably) Pomosexuals(Queen & Schimel 1997), begins with a remark on language. The editors recall that at the 1996 Lambda Literary Awards ceremony, a lesbian comic suggested that a new term was needed to replace the "lengthy and cumbersome yet politically correct tag currently used by and for our community: 'Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgendered, and Friends' ". The word the comic offered was "Sodomites." Why not? the editors wonder: "[i]t's certainly more succinct, and is actually less glib than it seems upon first reflection, for that is what most people assume LGBT&F actually means, anyway""
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posted by [personal profile] bladderwrack at 02:10pm on 01/12/2009
After Babel

Having learnt how to scan to a certain size, I'm annoyed that I didn't go back and do it properly; the slight pixellation from the image compression is bothering me (couldn't be fucked doing it after having cleaned the specks off the existing too-big scan with a trackpad, go figure). Ho hum, will know for next time.


OH MY FUCKING GOD IT IS FUCKING FREEZING HERE
[/then go put the heating on, fool]
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(this must have been said before but)

The main problem I have with people who are like, /really/ against the seme/uke thing is -- look, do you see me going around *morally judging* /your/ kink? Honestly.
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posted by [personal profile] bladderwrack at 06:58pm on 27/11/2009
left a jumper on the floor for a couple of days and it has gone mouldy, this house is disgusting.

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