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[personal profile] mific posting in [community profile] fanart_recs
Fandom: Galaxy Quest
Characters/Pairing/Other Subject: Alan Rickman as Alexander Dane as Dr Lazarus
Content Notes/Warnings: none
Medium: traditional art - chalk pastels
Artist on DW/LJ: http://tripperfunster.livejournal.com/
Artist Website/Gallery: gallery on DA
Why this piece is awesome: Because, Alan Rickman! Dr Lazarus is definitely the favourite charater for fanartists and this is a nice portrait of him delivering the infamous (if slightly misspelled) line. Good colours, excellent likeness, and a nicely hammy expression on his face.
Link: By Grubthar's Hammer
[personal profile] firecat posting in [community profile] poetry
Earthy Anecdote
by Wallace Stevens, 1931

Every time the bucks went clattering
Over Oklahoma
A firecat bristled in the way.

Wherever they went,
They went clattering,
Until they swerved
In a swift, circular line
To the right,
Because of the firecat.

Or until they swerved
In a swift, circular line
To the left,
Because of the firecat.

The bucks clattered.
The firecat went leaping,
To the right, to the left,
And
Bristled in the way.

Later, the firecat closed his bright eyes
And slept.

Carmina 2, Catullus

18 April 2014 13:45
[personal profile] lnhammer posting in [community profile] poetry
Catullus 2

Sparrow, my lady's pet,
with whom she often plays whilst she holds you in her lap,
or gives you her finger-tip to peck and
provokes you to bite sharply,
whenever she, the bright-shining lady of my love,
has a mind for some sweet pretty play,
in hope, as I think, that when the sharper smart of love abates,
she may find some small relief from her pain--
ah, might I but play with you as she does,
and lighten the gloomy cares of my heart!
This is as welcome to me as (they say)
to the swift maiden was the golden apple,
which loosed her girdle too long tied.

tr. by H.J. Walker



original text )

Kayura by alteride (SFW)

18 April 2014 19:07
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[personal profile] turlough posting in [community profile] fanart_recs
Fandom: Yoroiden Samurai Troopers (aka Ronin Warriors)
Characters/Pairing/Other Subject: Lady Kayura
Content Notes/Warnings: n/a
Medium: digital art
Artist on DW/LJ: n/a
Artist Website/Gallery: [deviantart.com profile] alteride

Why this piece is awesome: This is such an arresting work. I love the way the light of the full moon glistens on the strands of Kayura's hair and the details of the shakujo and makes the red of the torii glow against the dark sky. I also love the general composition and Kayura's pose and how strong and confident she looks.

Link: Kayura
[personal profile] turlough posting in [community profile] poetry
Translation by Robin Flowers:

I and Pangur Bán, my cat
'Tis a like task we are at;
Hunting mice is his delight
Hunting words I sit all night.

Better far than praise of men
'Tis to sit with book and pen;
Pangur bears me no ill will,
He too plies his simple skill.

'Tis a merry thing to see
At our tasks how glad are we,
When at home we sit and find
Entertainment to our mind.

Oftentimes a mouse will stray
In the hero Pangur's way:
Oftentimes my keen thought set
Takes a meaning in its net.

'Gainst the wall he sets his eye
Full and fierce and sharp and sly;
'Gainst the wall of knowledge I
All my little wisdom try.

When a mouse darts from its den,
O how glad is Pangur then!
O what gladness do I prove
When I solve the doubts I love!

So in peace our tasks we ply,
Pangur Bán, my cat, and I;
In our arts we find our bliss,
I have mine and he has his.

Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade;
I get wisdom day and night
Turning darkness into light.


Original version... )

The Owl, Edward Thomas

17 April 2014 07:39
[personal profile] lnhammer posting in [community profile] poetry
The Owl

Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved;
Cold, yet had heat within me that was proof
Against the North wind; tired, yet so that rest
Had seemed the sweetest thing under a roof.

Then at the inn I had food, fire, and rest,
Knowing how hungry, cold, and tired was I.
All of the night was quite barred out except
An owl’s cry, a most melancholy cry

Shaken out long and clear upon the hill,
No merry note, nor cause of merriment,
But one telling me plain what I escaped
And others could not, that night, as in I went.

And salted was my food, and my repose,
Salted and sobered, too, by the bird’s voice
Speaking for all who lay under the stars,
Soldiers and poor, unable to rejoice.

The Mower, by Philip Larkin

17 April 2014 18:26
[personal profile] ironed_orchid posting in [community profile] poetry
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.

I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world
Unmendably. Burial was no help:

Next morning I got up and it did not.
The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful

Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.

April Showers Editing Party!

16 April 2014 20:57
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[personal profile] fanloremod posting in [community profile] fanlore
As part of the OTW's 2014 April Showers, the Wiki Committee invites you to a Fanlore editing chat in the Fanlore chat room on Saturday, 19 April at 20:00 UTC (What time is that where I live?).

Come hang out with other Fanlore editors, get help with your first wiki edits, or discuss new content ideas for the April Showers fandoms so far or any other Fanlore pages! Fanlore staff will be present to answer any questions about Fanlore editing and will be happy to assist new users. Everyone is welcome!

We hope to see you there!
[personal profile] lnhammer posting in [community profile] poetry
For a Five-Year-Old

A snail is climbing up the window-sill
into your room, after a night of rain.
You call me in to see, and I explain
that it would be unkind to leave it there:
it might crawl to the floor; we must take care
that no one squashes it. You understand,
and carry it outside, with careful hand,
to eat a daffodil.

I see, then, that a kind of faith prevails:
your gentleness is moulded still by words
from me, who have trapped mice and shot wild birds,
from me, who drowned your kittens, who betrayed
your closest relatives, and who purveyed
the harshest kind of truth to many another.
But that is how things are: I am your mother,
and we are kind to snails.

The Honeycomb

15 April 2014 21:15
[personal profile] kaberett posting in [community profile] poetry
They had made love early in the high bed,
Not knowing the honeycomb stretched
Between lath and plaster of the outer wall.

For a century
The bees had wintered there,
Prisoning sugar in the virgin wax.

At times of transition,
Spring and autumn,
Their vibration swelled the room.

Laying his hand against the plaster
In the May sunrise,
He felt the faint frequency of their arousal,

Nor winters later, burning the beeswax candle,
Could he forget his tremulous first loving
Into the humming dawn.

--Pauline Stainer
[personal profile] turlough posting in [community profile] poetry
cat's tail
conducts
her purring

cat's tail
semaphores
her pleasure

cat's tail
a question
mark?

cat's tail
an exclamation
mark!

cat's tail
doing
all the talking
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[personal profile] mific posting in [community profile] fanart_recs
Fandom: Galaxy Quest
Characters/Pairing/Other Subject: Tawney Madison
Content Notes/Warnings: maybe not in the best possible taste
Medium: digital vector art
Artist on DW/LJ: nope
Artist Website/Gallery: on DA
Why this piece is awesome: Well, awesome may be going a bit far, but hey - Tawney Madison's chest was awesome, and this celebrates that well known feature of the movie! The artist seems to like doing vector art of peoples' chests, but well, each to their own. Also I like the texturing and the colours. And believe me, compared to some of the versions of TM's chest out there, this is a model of propriety.
Link: Teaser Poster - Tawney Madison's chest
[personal profile] lnhammer posting in [community profile] poetry
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
    My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
    One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
    But being too happy in thine happiness,—
        That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
            In some melodious plot
    Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
        Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
    Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
    Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
    Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
        With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
            And purple-stained mouth;
    That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
        And with thee fade away into the forest dim:

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget )
        Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep?
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[personal profile] turlough posting in [community profile] fanart_recs
Fandom: Yoroiden Samurai Troopers (aka Ronin Warriors)
Characters/Pairing/Other Subject: Xiu
Content Notes/Warnings: n/a
Medium: digital art
Artist on DW/LJ: n/a
Artist Website/Gallery: [deviantart.com profile] complexcrystal

Why this piece is awesome: Finding a work that depicts Xiu as stylishly badass and attractive is definitely not common so I was very happy when I found this. It's such a cool and fun work.

Link: boys of summer 2008 - 19 (Shu)

At the Zoo by A. A. Milne

14 April 2014 17:05
[personal profile] turlough posting in [community profile] poetry
There are lions and roaring tigers, and enormous camels and things,
There are biffalo-buffalo-bisons, and a great big bear with wings.
There's a sort of a tiny potamus, and a tiny nosserus too -
But I gave buns to the elephant when I went down to the Zoo!

There are badgers and bidgers and bodgers, and a Super-in-tendent's House,
There are masses of goats, and a Polar, and different kinds of mouse,
And I think there's a sort of a something which is called a wallaboo -
But I gave buns to the elephant when I went down to the Zoo!

If you try to talk to the bison, he never quite understands;
You can't shake hands with a mingo - he doesn't like shaking hands.
And lions and roaring tigers hate saying, "How do you do?" -
But I gave buns to the elephant when I went down to the Zoo!

- from When We Were Very Young, 1924

from Tristia

14 April 2014 13:39
[personal profile] kaberett posting in [community profile] poetry
Take for joy from the palms of my hands
fragments of honey and sunlight,
as the bees of Persephone commanded us.

Not to be untied the moored vessel,
not to be heard shadow walking on fur,
not to be mastered terror growing in thickened life.

We have only kisses now,
furred like the smallest bees
found dead after their flight from the hive.

Bees rustling in translucency of densest night,
their home the sleepy forest of Taigetos,
their food time, lungwort, mint.

Take then, take for joy my wild gift,
a plain dry necklace of dead bees,
bees that changed honey into sunlight.

--Osip Mandelstam

(no subject)

14 April 2014 08:12
[personal profile] erda posting in [community profile] poetry
Theme week begins now. Please post poems relating to the theme of animals this week. Please tag them with the words theme:animals.

A True Poem, Lloyd Schwartz

13 April 2014 18:11
[personal profile] saunteringfiend posting in [community profile] poetry
I'm working on a poem that's so true, I can't show it to anyone.
I could never show it to anyone.
Because it says exactly what I think, and what I think scares me.
Sometimes it pleases me.
Usually it brings misery.
And this poem says exactly what I think.
What I think of myself, what I think of my friends, what I think about my lover.
Exactly.
Parts of it might please them, some of it might scare them.
Some of it might bring misery.
And I don't want to hurt them, I don't want to hurt them.
I don't want to hurt anybody.
I want everyone to love me.
Still, I keep working on it.
Why?
Why do I keep working on it?
Nobody will ever see it.
Nobody will ever see it.
I keep working on it even though I can never show it to anybody.
I keep working on it even though someone might get hurt.

April 12th!

12 April 2014 11:45
[personal profile] whitemage posting in [community profile] napowrimo
I've been thinking a lot on the purpose of writing poetry, both as a form of self-expression and as a way to reach a particular audience to convey a message. We may start out with a pretty clear idea of who we are and why we are writing. Alternately, we may have not a clue.

Either way, we will always be equalized in the same process, where the blank page and the forming words work to shape  us and provide new insight as much as we mold them to our will. Any act of creation leaves you not quite the same as you were before: a bit more wisdom, a bit more entropy. And I think it's that little spark of something, seeing the shift in the design, that works like the starter of a sourdough bread to keep us working on the next project instead of resting on our accomplishments.

Perhaps a tad rude under certain circumstances, "Who are you?" is still a brilliant starting question to ask anyone we meet, even in the mirror.

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Art by Cheong-ah Hwang

'Who are you?' said the Caterpillar.

This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, 'I — I hardly know, sir, just at present — at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.'

'What do you mean by that?' said the Caterpillar sternly. 'Explain yourself!'

'I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir' said Alice, 'because I'm not myself, you see.'

-Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
Prompt: Who are you?
[personal profile] saunteringfiend posting in [community profile] poetry
I slip out the door,
wearing a raincoat as disguise.
It might have wrinkles, indicating a recent tryst.
Also, I may wear a fedora.
I will certainly have a lot of hair
falling over the brim of my eyelashes, either because
I'm too busy to cut it
or I don't want anyone looking me in the eyes.
Ominous footsteps echo in an unseen room,
along with distant thunder.
We are unsure of the dialogue in this script.

You watch me lean into the wet, shining street
and peer, nervous, into shadows.
Am I looking for you?
Or the man with the gun?
Either way, I'm holding tickets to Paris.
Care to join me?
I would like a cigarette
except for the damn rain. My lipstick
in this lighting is darker than blood,
and my hands won't stop shaking.

Rekka by Rule404 (SFW)

11 April 2014 18:59
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[personal profile] turlough posting in [community profile] fanart_recs
Fandom: Yoroiden Samurai Troopers (aka Ronin Warriors)
Characters/Pairing/Other Subject: Ryo and Byakuen
Content Notes/Warnings: n/a
Medium: pencil
Artist on DW/LJ: n/a
Artist Website/Gallery: [deviantart.com profile] rule404 / The Art of Arwen Robertson

Why this piece is awesome: You don't see realistic works very often in this fandom and this is an exceptionally lovely example. The soft shading is gorgeous and I love Ryo's relaxed pose. And the sleeping Byakuen is absurdly cute for a fullgrown tiger.

Link: Rekka (DeviantART) or here (website)

April 11th!

11 April 2014 10:40
[personal profile] whitemage posting in [community profile] napowrimo
I would say TGIF today, but this is the point in the week I start my paid retail work (as opposed to my unpaid research assistant work). Ah, well, such is life. Hopefully a few of you are looking forward to a weekend off!

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poppy dream by Dtomi84

The first thing I think with plants is growth and development. They represent a full life cycle, from birth in the emergence of the seed, to blooming into maturity, to withering away, leaving behind their legacy in yet another seed. It's beautiful, it's practical, and it's highly relevant to us.

The person who doesn't grow, stagnates. We develop over time. Things change and we change with them.

What are some ways you've changed as a poet? Do you broach new subjects? Have you developed new/better technical skills? Do you find yourself more or less daunted by the idea of sharing your work? What directions would you like to grow in the future? 

Theme: growth

(no subject)

11 April 2014 09:29
[personal profile] erda posting in [community profile] poetry
Theme week will begin Monday April 14th, and our theme is animals. I will post again on Monday to let you know it is time to begin posting your selections.

April 10th!

10 April 2014 10:06
[personal profile] whitemage posting in [community profile] napowrimo
Over the hump we go! I've been seeing some really nice pieces coming from NaPoWriMo participants this week.

Me, I'm perpetually behind, but I'll bet you guys are right on track!

Speaking of poetry, I'm reading Ysengrimus for my Late Latin Literature class (say that 3 times fast). Among other things, it boasts one of the  (disputably) earliest written evidences of the folkloric Reynard the Fox.

I love the fox as trickster, because I tend to love all tricksters. I grew up particularly with Crow and Ti'Jean/Chi'Jean stories,  as well as a few Coyote in the mix. I love the way tricksters challenge us, and the way we all have shades of them in our own complex and sometimes duplicitous nature.

Should we fight that or give in? Follow the tricksters blindly or try to beat him at his own game? Or... should we gain the sometimes bittersweet wisdom of the lesson he's offering in his wily ways? There are many!

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The Fox and the Violin by iInnocenzia

Theme: tricksters

April 9th!

9 April 2014 10:23
[personal profile] whitemage posting in [community profile] napowrimo
I don't have much to say about today's. It just feels darkly liberating. Have you ever felt a bittersweet moment of freedom like that?


Theme: Burn it down
[staff profile] denise posting in [site community profile] dw_maintenance
For those who have seen reference today in the press to the "Heartbleed" security vulnerability in OpenSSL, we'd like to reassure you that although we (like a large portion of the internet) were running the affected software, we patched our servers last night and were no longer vulnerable from that point.

We have no reason to believe that anyone was exploiting this vulnerability against us or that any user data has been compromised. We'll be changing our security certificates for extra confidence.

On the other hand, the nature of this vulnerablity means that it's impossible for a website to know for absolute certain whether someone was exploiting it. If someone was exploiting the vulnerability, against us or against any other website, they potentially have access to any information you sent to the site, including your username/password for the site and any data you sent to the site under HTTPS. It's a good idea to change your passwords pretty much everywhere, but don't do it until you can verify that a site is no longer vulnerable.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask!
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[personal profile] mific posting in [community profile] fanart_recs
Fandom: Galaxy Quest
Characters/Pairing/Other Subject: Laliari and another Thermian
Content Notes/Warnings: none
Medium: cosplay and mixed media sculpture of the Thermian
Artist on DW/LJ: nope
Artist Website/Gallery: gallery at DA   another website here
Why this piece is awesome: This is a really excellent cosplay - a great Laliari outfit - Commanderholly even has something of a likeness, and the Thermian's a hoot, if a trifle pink (maybe it's excited).
Link: Cosplay: Laliari

Rain - Raymond Carver

8 April 2014 20:25
[personal profile] saunteringfiend posting in [community profile] poetry
Woke up this morning with
a terrific urge to lie in bed all day
and read. Fought against it for a minute.

Then looked out the window at the rain.
And gave over. Put myself entirely
in the keep of this rainy morning.

Would I live my life over again?
Make the same unforgiveable mistakes?
Yes, given half a chance. Yes.

April 8th!

8 April 2014 09:34
[personal profile] whitemage posting in [community profile] napowrimo
Hope everyone's still having fun today! I definitely am.

Going through some old folders, I found a video I'd like to share:

 
Birds on the Wires from Jarbas Agnelli on Vimeo.

I really love moments where "nature" and the "man made" worlds interact, showing us how integrated we are to our environments, and how we can never be truly separate from this world.

We adapt this world to suit us, and it adapts what we create to suit itself. How fortunate we are to have imaginations that can find beauty in these dynamic interactions.
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[personal profile] turlough posting in [community profile] fanart_recs
Fandom: Yoroiden Samurai Troopers (aka Ronin Warriors)
Characters/Pairing/Other Subject: Touma
Content Notes/Warnings: n/a
Medium: digital art
Artist on DW/LJ: n/a
Artist Website/Gallery: [deviantart.com profile] deepio

Why this piece is awesome: I love this portrait of Touma. Not only is it a great character piece, the re-imagined armour is also both really cool and very lovely. A very imaginative blend of art nouveau and steampunk.

Link: Hashiba Touma
[personal profile] saunteringfiend posting in [community profile] poetry
On a platform, I heard someone call out your name:
No, Laetitia, no.
It wasn’t my train—the doors were closing,
but I rushed in, searching for your face.

But no Laetitia. No.
No one in that car could have been you,
but I rushed in, searching for your face:
no longer an infant. A woman now, blond, thirty-two.

No one in that car could have been you.
Laetitia-Marie was the name I had chosen.
No longer an infant. A woman now, blond, thirty-two:
I sometimes go months without remembering you.

Laetitia-Marie was the name I had chosen:
I was told not to look. Not to get attached—
I sometimes go months without remembering you.
Some griefs bless us that way, not asking much space.

I was told not to look. Not to get attached.
It wasn’t my train—the doors were closing.
Some griefs bless us that way, not asking much space.
On a platform, I heard someone calling your name.

April 7th!

7 April 2014 09:56
[personal profile] whitemage posting in [community profile] napowrimo
Stealing today's prompt from a post on victoriousvocabulary's tumblr. (Their posts are probably my favorite thing on my dash--sorry to my dear friends.)

Today's theme: Personal mythos

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CHIMAERA [aka CHIMERA]

[noun]

1. Classical Myth & Legend: a) a fire-breathing she-monster in Greek mythology having a lion’s head, a goat’s body, and a serpent’s tail, b) an imaginary monster compounded of incongruous parts.

2. an illusion or fabrication of the mind; especially an unrealisable dream.

3. Genetics: an individual, organ, or part consisting of tissues of diverse genetic constitution.

Etymology: from Latin chimaera, from Greek khimaira, “she-goat”, from khimaros, “he-goat”.

Artwork: Chimera, the Sound of Thunder by Elisabetta Trevisan

We all have myths about which we have personal conceptions, which may or may not fit classical interpretations but resonate with us. Poetry can be a wonderful medium in which to explore and share this, from short symbolist pieces to Romantic and classical epics.

What's one of your favorites, either written by you or someone you're a fan of?



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