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part 353 whalers on the moon

We've been here over a year now! I can hardly believe it! Dreamwidth's been pretty good, I'd say, with almost no downtime to speak of and all that! Anyway... how is your spring going? Or I guess it's almost summer, isn't it? Hopefully it's been well! I've been catching up on work and new movies, all very exciting stuff, I'm sure.

Enjoy part 353!

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Favorite:

"One Season"
Tony Hoagland

That was the summer my best friend
called me a faggot on the telephone,
hung up, and vanished from the earth,

a normal occurrence in this country
where we change our lives
with the swiftness of hysterical finality

of dividing cells. That month
the rain refused to fall,
and fire engines streaked back and forth crosstown

towards smoke-filled residential zones
where people stood around outside, drank beer
and watched their neighbors houses burn.

It was a bad time to be affected
by nearly anything,
especially anything as dangerous

as loving a man, if you happened to be
a man yourself, ashamed and unable to explain
how your feelings could be torn apart

by something ritual and understated
as friendship between males.
Probably I talked too loud that year

and thought an extra minute
before I crossed my legs; probably
I chose a girl I didn't care about

and took her everywhere,
knowing I would dump her in the fall
as part of evening the score,

part of practicing the scorn
it was clear I was going to need
to get across this planet

of violent emotional addition
and subtraction. Looking back, I can see
that I came through

in the spastic, furtive, half-alive manner
of accident survivors. Fuck anyone
who says I could have done it

differently. Though now I find myself
returning to the scene
as if the pain I fled

were the only place that I had left to go;
as if my love, whatever kind it was, or is,
were still trapped beneath the wreckage

of that year,
and I was one of those angry firemen
having to go back into the burning house;
climbing a ladder

through the heavy smoke and acrid smell
of my own feelings,
as if they were the only
goddamn thing worth living for.

I'd rec Louis Gluck, Audre Lorde, Sharon Olds is a classic and I'm stuck on the books about her father dealing with cancer for reasons. For spoken word, check out this channel https://www.youtube.com/user/ButtonPoetry

[inclines his cheek towards you]

!!!!!!

[THAT'S ALL ENTIRELY HIS OWN FAULT. Don't you dare comment on any part of her, barbarian.

Waiting interestedly for him to open his eyes and look up, doing nothing to stop Herr Snuffles inspecting him. Ah- there it is, dawning recognition- ]

Tch- [RETREATS SLIGHTLY AT HIS FLAILING, okay] Calm yourself, idiot. I am merely having lunch. What are you doing crawling from the hedgerow and screaming nonsense?

[Casts an unimpressed look all over him, then gently waves the food and drink in her hands in his direction like she's tempting a wild animal]

It got filled twice, actually. The second fill is here: http://hetalia-kink.dreamwidth.org/78769.html?thread=510358961#cmt510358961

It's also pretty weird, as it's from the grape's point of view.

...No, thank you.

America accidentally ate Mochimerica, was thereby impregnated or... infested or however that goes... and then a million mini Mochimericas popped out of his bellybutton.

I don't remember if there was anything else to the story. But these particular scene is certainly hard to forget.

It's okey, America, at least you know your babies' daddy?

wed america

Yes pls.

Become one with Prussia...

[IT IS NOT. SHE DROVE HIM TO THE TREE. He is going to sue her. And he'll do what he likes]

I SHOULD'VE DAMN KNOWN THIS WAS A TRAP!! I--YOU!! I WAS FLEEING FROM YOU!! You hysterical she-beast--AH!! [Cannot even speak coherently, EYES ALL WILD AND FEARFUL, what is she waving at him, OH MY GOD IS THAT WINE-- LURCHING FORWARD TO HANDS AND KNEES TO SCRAMBLE AFTER THAT FOOD. REACHING. REACHING FOR IT. Making Herr snuffles--jesus christ that name--go wild with barking bc of his yelling and sudden movements]

G-Give that to me!!

bathe prussia

ew. ugh. nein danke.

I really like Robert Frost's poems!

I don't really have a favorite poem, but I am partial to long epics that tell stories.

Here's a random poem I just picked out of a book:

The Prayer of the Cat

Lord,
I am the cat.
It is not, exactly, that I have something to ask of You!
No-
I ask nothing of anyone-
but,
if You have by some chance, in some celestial barn,
a little white mouse,
or a saucer of milk,
I know someone who would relish them.
Wouldn't You like someday
to put a curse on the whole race of dogs?
If so I should say,
Amen

Carmen Bernos de Gasztold

She has a few more "prayers of the ____" poems in this book, but meme likes cats, so.

Edited 2014-06-08 21:42 (UTC)

My favourite is "The Bells" by Edgar Allen Poe.

You keep walking.

KEH!! [OH SHIT]

T-The hell are you--I-I'm just saying hello!! [excuse HIM, scrambling away]

......

[HE COULD'VE GONE ELSEWHERE. She accepts no responsibility and will countersue for harrassment]

A trap? What are you going on about? I have been minding my own business- will you stop insulting me while I am being so generous?!

[Steps back and makes a face at his rudeness, but she relents, slowly and carefully lowering the pastry and flask to him WITH A SIDE OF CLEAVAGE AND DEATH GLARE. Poor Herr Snuffles. Don't you make fun of his name.]

Your manners are appalling. And you are distressing my pet.

[Who is angrily squeaking and nipping at his ankles now]

OMG, here's a poem for England.

Mummy Slept Late And Daddy Fixed Breakfast

Daddy fixed breakfast.
He made us each a waffle.
It looked like gravel pudding.
It tasted something awful.

"Ha, ha," he said, "I'll try again.
This time I'll get it right."
But what I got was in between
Bituminous and anthracite.

"A little too well done? Oh well,
I'll have to start all over."
That time what landed on my plate
Looked like a manhole cover.

I tried to cut it with a fork:
The fork gave off a spark.
I tried a knife and twisted it
Into a question mark.

I tried it with a hack-saw.
I tried it with a torch.
It didn't even make a dent.
It didn't even scorch.

The next time Dad gets breakfast
When Mummy's sleeping late,
I think I'll skip the waffles.
I'd sooner eat the plate!

-John Ciardi

[She will lose all she has and he will be a very rich kingdom]

Like hell you have!! How long have you been waiting here, plotting for me, hah?! Your generosity is owed to me after all I've gone through because of you!! [SNATCHING the things out of her hands, devouring the pastry with one gulp and DOWNING THE WINE so fast he's dribbling it all over himself and he nearly chokes on it, hacking and coughing as he tries to BREATHE. Give him a moment. COUGH COUGH, ugh. FROWNS AT HER. All the while staring straight at her chest because he is a poorly socialized animal]

You're appalling!! And get your damn dog away from me before I smack him--OW!!! CHRIST!! Get him!! [YELPS as sharp doggy teeth scrape him. Scrambling up to his feet now. CANNOT KEEP HIS EYES OFF HER BOSOM it iS LIKE A SHELF AND HE DOESN'T KNOW how to politely ignore these things, IT'S Been a while.]

And you!! T-That dress--aren't you--too much--for it?!! I see you've been tucking away on cake while I've been eating ants!! Put on a damn shawl or something!!! They're all in my face!!

[She can afford better lawyers than him]

I told you, I am simply enjoying the weather. I have not been near here for- [FROWNS DEEPLY at him snatching things from her and making a mess of himself even more than he already was. AN ANIMAL.] Don't you touch him!

[SCOOPING UP HER PUPPY but not before he gets a good bite in AND SNUGGLING HIM TO HER BOSOM. In doing so, following Prussia's gaze there and inhaling in a scandalised way that only makes them more prominent]

Excuse me- refrain from commenting on my- p-person! Keep your unpleasant thoughts and gaze to yourself!

[CALLING HER FAT AND BEING LECHEROUS ALL AT ONCE IS TOO MUCH, SIR]

[S-Shut up. GROWLS AT BEING BITTEN. GROWLS AT HER DOG. He is too hungry for this, a pastry and some wine isn't enough for him and HE HAS SUSPICIONS. HE BETS SHE HAS HER MEN SURROUNDING HIM FOR AN AMBUSH OR SOMETHING TO TAKE HIM CAPTIVE OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT. No way she'd be alone just sunbathing and lunching. Who the hell is that carefree during a god damn war?!]

I don't buy it!! 'the hell did you bring with you, hah?! Reconnaissance maps?! [excuse him totally spinning on his heels and IGNORING HER AND HER JIGGLING MASSES and stalking to, first her horse to check the saddles only to find nothing of importance]

Tch!! Where are you hiding your plans, hah?! At the table?! Careless!! [Tromping over to where she was sitting....only to find more food.]

KEH!! If you're hiding anything inside...your...u-underthings...I'll turn away while you retrieve it and leave it right here!! [Talking like he is in control of this situation and can order her around. Excuse him, sitting down and smacking the seat next to him just to make sure she knows where to leave her vital information before helping himself to her meal with his filthy bare hands]

Edited 2014-06-08 22:40 (UTC)

[THE DOG GROWLS BACK. Who is that carefree? She is. This isn't her territory or his, it's just a park or something, geez. She needs to eat sometime!!]

What- maps? I keep telling you, I was eating- where are you going?!

[Darting after him as fast as she can in her skirts and heels, which isn't very fast at all, almost tripping along after him. Afraid he's trying to steal her horse, but by the time she reaches the wary-looking mare (who is side-eyeing impressively, for a horse), he's already heading for her picnic table]

I am not hiding anything- and certainly not there! How dare you even speak of my u-underthings, you horrible- wait!

[Setting her Dachshund down so she can launch herself at him and protectively remove most of her snacks out of his reach, goddammit, he is disgusting. Putting things back into the basket they came from, but whatever he's got his hands on she gives up on. Also a small herd of lapdogs is attempting to climb on him, so there's that]

I do not recall inviting you to lunch!

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