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Several links I just ran across, regarding the issue of posting one's artistic works online. Pixel-stained Technopeasant Wretchery Day comes from this post, which asks people to post one artistic work online, publicly and free (keep reading for the reason). The post also contains a link to the rationale behind this: SFWA's community & this post, a "rant" from Howard V. Hendrix, SWFA's current VP.
It's a fascinating piece, really--I'd say anyone involved in postable artistic works (words, photography, drawings, videos, anything) should read it. As one of the commentors said, "The Internet is today's public library," & while I adore the printed word like few things else, he has a point--the Internet is where a lot of new writers find a community & get a place in the world.

Hendrix has other ideas. Just a taste: "I think the ongoing and increasing sublimation of the private space of consciousness into public netspace is profoundly pernicious. ....
I'm also opposed to the increasing presence in our organization of webscabs, who post their creations on the net for free. A scab is someone who works for less than union wages or on non-union terms; more broadly, a scab is someone who feathers his own nest and advances his own career by undercutting the efforts of his fellow workers to gain better pay and working conditions for all. Webscabs claim they're just posting their books for free in an attempt to market and publicize them, but to my mind they're undercutting those of us who aren't giving it away for free and are trying to get publishers to pay a better wage for our hard work."

Call me crazy, but that feels a little like a slap in the face. Sure, [livejournal.com profile] field_of_ink, where I post all my works, is friend-only--partly for the private feeling, partly just to monitor who is reading it, partly because that is a way to keep it in my own domain legally so I could publish it later--but I have never once turned down a request to friend that journal, nor will I ever, unless I find someone purposefully maligning it in some way, which is supremely unlikely.

But I think the point of this posting--friends-only or not--is the sharing of it. I am not John Donne; unlike the 17th century gentleman poets, I don't have the advantage of a tight-knit coterie of like-minded writers with whom I share my work, who all live in close proximity; I can't circulate manuscripts like that. Livejournal is my version of coterie manuscript writing. It's how I share my work, ask for feedback, & read other writers' works, both by friends & strangers I've never met.

So, I will now hold my pixel-stained, technopeasant wretch head up high, & give you my latest poem. I doubt many people will see this that can't see it in FoI, but hey. It's the gesture I'm going for. So, scary & public, here you go:

metaphysical conceits )
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If you go to the website for the Golden Compass movie you can play with the alethiometrical symbols to unlock secret content. I'm having a really hard time not doing that, & doing my homework instead.
...I am such a dork. (I really want this movie to be good. It looks pretty, but I'm reserving judgement until I see it.)

I'm really wanting to read the books again, though, now that I'm reading Paradise Lost. The intertextuality is fascinating (when the Son circumcribes the ouward bounds of the created world Milton uses the phrase "golden compass"--I was thrilled).
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* Firefly party last night was awesome. Pretty much confirmed that Firefly is the best show ever, that I needs must buy the DVDs, and that I am far too excited about the movie to be healthy.
Said party also confirmed that we are not very good at making cannoli, but damn if it don't taste good anyhow.

* Saw Julius Caesar on Friday night, which was great. The kids were awesome--Sasha rocketh my world, yes she does, as does Susanna and Katherine and Asher (those glasses were fabulous)and both Cassius-actors (can't remember their names).

Swimming was also fun (I have a new goal for the summer! But I shan't tell it to anyone...), although today was really the day to do it--my god it was hot. I let the birds out this morning for a while but it couldn't be too long--the house was far too stuffy with all the windows and doors closed. Bah.

I spent most of the day sitting on the couch, drinking tea and reading Isabel Allende's Zorro, which I like. It's interesting--the narrator is somewhat detached from the story, since it isn't Zorro or Bernardo but someone I haven't met yet, who will get into the story and then interrupt with phrases like, "and here I cannot tell you what happened in detail, as neither Diego nor Bernardo will disclose it to me," or something along those lines. Strange, but good.

Also yesterday I got in the mail my Writing Center handbook. I really don't want to do this job; I wish there were some way of not doing it; but on the other hand, I find it terrifically stupid to back out of something I haven't even tried yet, and it will probably be good for me (bah and double bah) in the long run. Still...I really don't want to. I am, quite frankly, terrified.

And on that note, I think I will go finish Zorro...
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*Firstly, I love Dante. I love how the Divine Comedy is both high-flying epic adventure, political commentary, and personal vengeance, and how he can be literary and brilliant one moment and totally childish the next (Filippo Argenti, anyone?), although that's all part of the literary brilliance as well. I also love the way Dante the Pilgrim interacts with Vergil, and I think it is incredibly sweet, and have probably doomed myself to utter scholastic-dorkness by saying that. But I do. It's adorable.

Also I really want to sit down with paper and pencil because there are so many images from the Inferno that I want to draw [Vergil shielding Dante's eyes from Medusa, Dante flipping out at Nicholas III, the wood of suicides, the three animals, the Geryon...]

And Erin and I have decided we want pet Geryons to live in boxes under our beds, and make funny purring noises, and eat salesmen and Mormons who come to the door. So it shall be.

*Can I reiterate how awesome Ultimate is? I don't know why; there's just something incredibly satisfying about that powerful flick right before it sails across the green. Plus, the concept is just cool. I mean, really.

* I have to write a critique of an essay for my writing-consultant application. I don't really know what to say besides, "this needs a lot of work." Which is kind of the point, but still...I'm okay telling people when they're right there, I just need to figure out how to put the words on the paper. Which I guess IS the point, so. There you are.

* Finally, for some reason this always makes me laugh. A lot. It shouldn't. It's kind of pathetic. But it's so funny. PENGUIN! )
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There is really nothing like driving in the sun with good music playing to make me feel better (and feeling that little kick of the engine as it shifts up the hill, yes). Which I have just done, and therefore feel better. And also being woken up by a phone call from my mother to say it's the Library Book Sale today and can I be ready in half an hour to be picked up? Yes, I can. And so I now have lots and lots of new books--all of which I left at home except my new Complete Works of William Shakespeare (!) because that is necessary for life.

And now I'm going to go paint with Erin. Or maybe we'll just get stuck watching Nightmare Before Christmas, who knows.

Also, I love you all so incredibly much; thank you so much for, for, for everything, I don't know. Being alive. Lovelovelove always.
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(Actually, he may like whipped cream as well. I think he likes honey more though. And no, that has nothing to do with this post whatsoever.)

Auditions went well, I think. It's really amazing how much work and nervous energy I expend on something that's over in less than five minutes. Cripes.
I hear by Friday, apparently, whether I've been called back. I doubt I'll get called for Henry V (I don't think there are any parts I'd be considered for, really); for Tempest they're looking for an African-American Ariel apparently (damn those white genes, haha), but Miranda wouldn't be bad at all. Hmm. *crosses fingers*

Saw Philip at auditions. Philip is an old fogey who has rotten teeth! *sticks out tongue*

In other news, I love Diana Wynne Jones. (Have just finished a book of short stories plus the novella Everard's Ride. I adore her writing....)

Did not get one single writing or drawing thing done this break. Well, not exactly true--I inked and coloured a sketch while watching the Vampire The Masquer-Thingy game (as Jer calls it). But other than that, nada zip zilch. I'm actually less annoyed about that than I thought I'd be; I get the feeling that as soon as school starts up again I'll really want to do everything else. Always seems to happen that way.

Finally, I will pronounce to the world that Anneka is a LIFESAVER--not the hard round candy, but the sort that makes your lives happier. Whoot Friday! And we will make that fondue pot work, even if I have to beat it with a stick. *grin* (Mmm, can get your camera back to you as well unless you want it sooner. Call me.)

Spring Quarter approacheth! I am ten weeks away from being a college sophomore. Cripes. Am both terrified and totally excited. Hah.

A Meme, which looks to be much fun:
1. Tell me anything or any spot within the confines of my place you'd like for me to snap a picture of!

2. I'll take pictures of as many of the requests as possible, unless they are TOO gross, weird or private to snap.

3. I'll post the pictures in my journal for all to see!


Mar. 15th, 2005 10:30 am
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...mobbing crows! Literally right outside my window! The tree is only about a foot away and there were maybe thirty or forty crows going mad over something, but I couldn't see what--but once I opened the window and looked down, I saw a Sharp-shinned hawk mantling over a dead pigeon on the ground below. It flew up into the tree right across from our window, the crows went utterly bonkers, and then it flew off--but it's sitting and being terribly patient, in the tree right across the way.
The crows are mostly gone--the hawk's flown off, I think--but I can still hear them around, flipping out. Whoah...what a way to wake up.*

*Well, actually, I woke up before this; and actually there was already an exciting event of the day, that being Danica setting off the heat/fire alarm in our room with her hairdryer and us having to sit outside to wait for Campus Security while the thing wailed like a banshee. Heh. The stories we've got...

ETA: OH! Ohohohoh, BRILLIANCE! Diana Wynne Jones is releasing a new book! And it's about the boot boy from Christopher Chant! *squee* Ohlala. Major fangirl, apparently. Oooh! Am so excited! *dances*

ETA again, much later: It's the ides of March. Which seems like something that ought to be commemorated, so:
I thusly commemorate. *grin*
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My roommate bought Wicked yesterday for spring break reading and I am utterly hooked. Honestly. I read about a quarter of it last night before I forced myself to go to sleep, and I'm nearly finished, as I read all the way though lunch, after lunch, paused to do philosophy, and then gave up on doing math homework and read instead. Gawd. It's incredible, and it's one of those books that I can't quite put my finger on why it's so good. It's simply terribly compelling (which is a dorky book-review word, shaddap, it's true), and I cannot put it down. (I know I have to, and I will, to do my math...in a minute. After the next chapter....) It's much darker than the musical--I assume, since I haven't actually seen the thing (buggeralleIwilldammitIwill), but inferring from the songs anyway--and in a way rather depressing. But in the best possible way. I have all these great words to to describe it but they're all stolen from the quotes on the back, so I'm not going to bother. But...aiieee. It's so solid, so real and sad. I'll probably write more when I actually have finished.

I love reading books like that. They make me want to write, and write properly. I realized, in Dickey's class on Saturday, that I haven't actually worked on writing in a good while, if I ever really did. Writing was always play to me--it still is, writing is my play and my joy and one of the acts in life I simply must do, no questions asked (theater's another, of course, in a different way). But I did realize, when I was trying to map Mona's character in the method we were learning, that although I have played with writing nearly forever, I haven't worked on it. Don't get me wrong--the work is play, too. That's what makes writing so brilliant--work is play. But I need the work part of it, too. That's what's holding me back, preventing me from finishing Zen, and Elysia's story, and the other one that's stuck on my old computer that I can't even remember the name of, it's been so long. It used to be, "I haven't written that in a while...I didn't really feel like it," and "Ohh, I feel like writing on that one now" when I open up the computer. I have to change that. Obviously it's going to be hard, since the I-have-no-time-I'm-a-bloody-college-student excuse is valid and, unfortuntely, very very true. But I need to--and I want to as well, oh so much--to sit down with pages and pages of notes on biological vampirism, and a character map for Sangay, and books on Regency English-French relations, and outlines for Elysia, and I want to work.
Steven Dietz said (in Fiction), "writers don't want to write. Writers want to have written." This is rather true a lot of the time. But right now, my fingers are itching for a pencil and paper, and printed out lines of words I've typed that need fixing and fleshing out. I want to write. Ohhhhlah, I love this feeling!
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But apparently only when they don't apply to whatever my topic is. Go figure. I've spent the last hour and a half in the library poking about for geographical tidbits; it's incredibly frustrating searching in utterly random places for one tiny bit of information and having to go entirely elsewhere for the next bit that makes the whole thing sensible. And the problem is, I don't know in the beginning whether it's going to be sensible or not--I have to hope so by the end, or else it's all for nothing.
Tell me again why history is on my list of possible majors?

But on the other hand, my distractions are lovely. I found this large book of old city maps, circa 1890's I think...the old, steel-engraved and hand-coloured style. The kind that makes me go all histoy-wibbly and weak at the knees. Mmm, gorgeousness. (I will run a small secondhand bookstore and have books like this in stock, and drink lots of tea.)

Right. Research. (Etymology? Re-Search. Searching again. Why, I ask, do I have to do it all over again if someone's already done it for me? --That was ironic and rhetorical. I know why. I just don't like it sometimes. Economic treatises written in 1959 are really, really boring.)
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My lack of words is made up by Augustine, today: for the school hallways, the late nights at Katt's house, the plays at the Bathhouse, the parties, the drama, the love. I found this quote yesterday and spent a good few minutes re-reading it and thinking, Yes, exactly.

There were other things which occupied my mind in the company of my friends: to make conversation, to share a joke, to perform mutual acts of kindness, to read together well-written books, to share in trifling and serious matters, to disagree though without animosity--just as a person debates with himself--and in the very rarity of disagreement to find the salt of normal harmony, to teach each other something or to learn from one another, to long with impatience for those absent, to welcome them with gladness on their arrival. These and other signs come from the heart of those who love and are loved and are expressed through the mouth, through the tongue, through the eyes, and a thousand gestures of delight, acting as fuel to set our minds on fire and out of many to forge unity.

-St. Augustine, Confessions, IV, vii
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i feel the was-hungry-didn't-eat-now-stomach-is-fucked-up sickness coming on. am endeavouring to beat it with french bread and muenster. also qfc yakisoba which is fake and nasty and yet oh so good.

thucydides scares me. well, not so much thucydides as the incredible and terrifying relevance everything he's saying has to now. everything. can a democracy oversee a tryannical empire? if it does, is it still a democracy? about policy during the peloponsian war, about cleon and the demagogues--oh lord, the speeches they make scare me so much. the rhetoric is so blindingly brilliant that it scares me, because they honestly don't care about rights and wrongs. the question is not whether they are guilty or innocent; it is what use they are to athens. about the strategies and personal machinations, about the total loss of morals during the plague and how bloody pessimistic thucydides is about everything, and how he's usually right. and how everything is happening again--now. and a million other times in history. dr. madsen keeps making fake-freudian slips that bring home how alike everything is, and this scares me. scratch that. it terrifies me.

also my neck is twisted and tight and my head hurts and i am feeling overwhelmed again with all the stuff i have to do all of a sudden, and all i really want to do right now is go home and curl up on the couch and fall asleep with the knowledge that my parents are cooking some good home food downstairs and that after we eat and talk i can sleep for an entire day.
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I just walked into Xavier after history--a good class as it always is but not special beyond that, today--sort of tired, knowing I had masses of reading to do before ushering tonight. I check my mailbox and what do I have? Four postcards (count 'em, four) and a letter. I feel so incredibly loved. It utterly made my day, the happiness that comes from peeking into my shadowy mailbox and seeing piles of paper written just for me.

In other news, I finished my Athena-Juno paper and handed it in; finished my geography paper and handed it in; have lots and lots of Plato to read for tomorrow, and this weekend will be FABULOUS. Hee. UW Costume Sale on Saturday, added to the loveliness of seeing Patrick and Rachel, who I haven't seen in what feels like forever--we're going to get breakfast together. And then I'm spending the night at home and working on the bat musical all Sunday. Yippee!

And I stole a book meme from [livejournal.com profile] katmaxwell...

books! )

I'm going to write some letters now...and then read Plato. Yeee-es. Today is good. Very, very good.
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So I am officially a terrible bookworm now, not that I really expected anything else. Andy was over last night, ostensibly helping Danica with her math, but just sort of hanging out for a while. Danica got her jewelry box out to put something away and so we were poking through it, and Andy wanted to know which was the most expensive piece and how much it had cost (my lord she has a lot of expensive jewelry...). She said probably this ring (which was v. nice, I'll admit), and oh, three thousand dollars maybe. I sort of stared at it for a moment and the first thought that came into my head was "...think of all the books I could buy with that money!" Of course I had to go and say it out loud, and Andy informed me that I was a bookworm. The fact that I took a collection of lectures on Shakespeare off my shelf to read before bed was the clincher.
On the other hand, Erin completely agrees with me, so at least I'm not alone. (Hehe.) Bookworm and proud.

Had breakfast and lunch with people and am generally feeling like we are getting to know each other, which is a trite and dull phrase for what I mean. I mean that we can make jokes and tease each other, and we feel okay sitting down at tables with each other without asking permission or feeling awkward. It's kinda nice.

Tonight am going to the opera--Rigoletto. Er...cheery. We're meeting in an hour to go downtown and eat, a whole big group of us. Huzzah for free culture....*grin*

"How they [the Persian Empire] picked their next king is fascinating...and kinky as hell." -Dr. M.



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