... is that meant to be read in the tone of "Long live King Richard!", or "All hail King Scar!"? Could hoooonestly go either way.
hS
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Being compared to Tolkien is a real compliment. :) My poetry has often tended to the formulaic, beat-beat-beat-rhyme before, so I'm glad breaking out of that worked.
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The thing that most stuck in my mind, though, I don't think made it into the poems: while landing, I realised you could see the mountains from the seashore.
Okay, so you can do that in Wales, but in Rome those mountains had /snow/. I've never been anywhere you can see Winter from the beach. (Utah don't count; no, not even if the water is salty.)
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I've been sent to a few places, though this is the first in this job. Germany has always been 'small town in the middle of nowhere', but I /have/ strolled through Brussels a few times. Of course, the most interesting trip was probably the time I went to Lancaster and found the medieval castle which was converted into a modern prison; that was weird as anything.
Not as pretty, though. :)
hS
There were these narrow, pointed trees in particular which looked more like something painted by an artist than living things. The whole place could be a picture book (though /some/ of the trees were more Dr. Seuss...)
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I'm not kidding - quite a few of the lines I used in the poems came unbidden during the flight or the taxi rides. The imagery of a green tide washing against the mountains was absolutely vivid. I wish I'd got a picture.
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Not going to lie, I was kind of disappointed when I realised the hotel didn't even have a /view/ of Rome itself. But at least the food was good. ^_^
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Ah, excellent. The sluice gates have opened, and the ketchup slides rampant down the mountainside, mingling the hot summer ice with the hard-packed seed fluff from the rabbits. The purple-wood fern trees are unraveling their blooms, and the crickets pour down all-aplenty. Sensing prey, the great walruses heave themselves out from their underground slumber, rattling stone and fork alike, and trundle over the ketchup flow, drinking deep through their hollow tusks. Overhead, the great owls and eagles fly from their nests, where they have painstakingly handcrafted tiny motorbikes every Tuesday for three years, and joyously fling the fruits of their labor into the red flow, ready for another mating season at last.
In the nearby town, the handsome residents have put their slippers in the oven and hung the windows outside to absorb the moisture from the sun. The capitalists solemnly distribute bread to every cat owner (except Randall, naturally) while the communists desperately flock to the banks to hide their gold from the prying eyes of the cabbage dingos. The hungry, shadowy shape that no one talks about that lives in the well that no one uses slinks back down to the deepest point that no one knows about, stifled once more by the ketchup tide above. Its cymbals fall silent for the first time in twelve decades, and it must wait a full moonfall more to steal buttons. Around the well, children and button vipers dance together in celebration, their typical enmity forgotten now for a while. Every closet is soon filled with glass (except for Randall's, naturally), and the beds have vanished entirely.
Behold, the clock bleats! The minute is at last upon us! There will be no more fish-wrestling this year, and our chariots await!
—doctorlit, he who casts down the mustard
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Sounds like all that Tolkien really paid off. And the images you did get are beautiful. Shame you didn't get to see the whole thing, but still, glad you enjoyed yourself!
As on the tin. These both happen around the same time frame, and since one of them is an excerpt from a rp I felt it appropriate to post them together.
Clearing the Air, in which Liz and Avery have a Talk, and Homesick, wherein a homesick agent seeks solace in tea.
Shame you didn't get to see more of the city itself, but hey—that's a poem for next time, eh?
It's hard to get the opportunity to actually see the nifty place, because you have to spend most of your time on whatever people sent you there to do.
Still, those are some nice photos.
I've heard good things about it, and alien aliens are one of my highly specific interests. Somehow never got around to it, especially since I'm not sure if I want to flag down the Polish original (I need to get some of the rust off of my Polish).
(and I can confirm that Left Hand does play around with the whole "straight dudes are the default" thing in an interesting way)
This is so beautiful! I'm sorry you couldn't see more of it. :(
This is what happens when you let me Lone Canon Warrior in an RP that draws people in from ALL kinds of canons. |D
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I've been on-and-off blogging on Tumblr for almost seven years now (oh my... that's like, a lot of years, now that I think about it), and I recently started a new sideblog devoted to retro horror, cult films, genre cinema, and general retro aesthetics. I'm not really into collecting followers on any kind of social media, but I plan on posting some original content on this blog besides reblogging stuff, and right now blogging feels a bit like I'm talking to myself, so I thought I'd share. In case anyone else here is into this kind of stuff.
Content warning for the sort of things you could expect from a horror blog, although that's not the only thing I post.
Also, I've started on this blog a tag called "babe of the day", where every day - or as often as I can - I'm going to make a post about a female lead or side character in genre cinema, from classic genre movies to absolute schlock. There is no reason for this except that a. I love blogging about women in cinema and b. I'm gay. So for anyone else who shares that with me... enjoy.
I'm pretty sure a lot of the history doesn't actually survive by the time of my story... and I'd say at this point it's a lot more "Dark Ages" than medieval. And I guess it goes through cycles: there's going to be at least one catastrophic event which basically forces society to start again from scratch between the period I'm recording and the present day. So... yeah, it progresses from this to medieval-ish to advanced society but in a weird and chaotic way and by the time of my story it's back to medieval-ish again. It's a work in progress.
Oh Bobo.
I don't think I understood more than half of what was going on, but I definitely feel for our little lost peridexis.
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I'll probably be starting with Long Way, because the found family trope is my kryptonite, but in between finals season stressathons I'll try to hunt down a copy of Left Hand as well. I love it when sci-fi discusses deep questions about humanity and society under the fantastical elements (one of my favorite books ever, Solaris, had some great meditations on human nature, what it means to be human, and how we would be able to relate to an utterly alien being); and I've heard a lot of praise for Left Hand as an early piece of feminist sci-fi, which is my jam.
This time, it's another Young Wizards crossover!
It's about as important to me as the WWW/YW crossover was, and also probably only makes sense to me. |D
(I'd also use the 'RP' tag, given the other half is a Dreamwidth Journal RP... but that's probably overkill.)
Still, enjoy!