here the air Is out of balance also, thin, which brings The water flooding forwards to the sun, The earth beneath her churning in its bleak Disquiet. Yes, but she expected this Must think a little clearer, take in breaths A little deeper so she’ll understand. She breathes more air and knows that there will be No earthquake, but, still, air should not be thinned Like this. That means the trouble's coming from Above; that limits options. There's a hint – She takes another breath, and then she's sure – There's something there that tickles at her lungs And tastes of sweetened minerals, sherbet, white. It's not of their dimension, but instead Of somewhere higher up, that fills her with A sense of shrieking synchronicity; She'll get a headache if she breathes like this For long
I love this whole section, especially, "here the air is out of balance," which is a simple enough phrase, but, in situ, makes me think of, "the time is out of joint." Somehow, it has exactly the same uncanny resonance. That, and "tastes of sweetened minerals, sherbet, white." Gorgeous and weird.
quick quirks his head to say That they should enter.
I like this attention to detail.
She doesn't know why death keeps bleeding from Her fingertips, infecting everyone Around her.
What a perfectly spooky image.
Her magic, hot and blue electric charge, Is loosing current through her, something dark Inside her, something running through her veins Like blood, but quicker, something that she can't Switch off, not now, not anymore.
Oh-ho, I am grooving on the allusions and implications in this bit.
And the Tarot spread. I know diddly-squat about Tarot, but I loved peering at these lines and trying to sort them out. I found myself thrown, at first, by the genders of the figures on the cards—I tried to map Angel onto the Nine of Wands and Spike onto the next couple—but Sadie and Buffy are the protagonists, here. I love your analysis of the Hanged Man, and the fact that the cards move from solitude to companionship; that's such a huge narrative kink of mine, especially in this 'verse: without your friends, you will get exactly nowhere.
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Date: 20/10/2010 00:10 (UTC)Is out of balance also, thin, which brings
The water flooding forwards to the sun,
The earth beneath her churning in its bleak
Disquiet. Yes, but she expected this
Must think a little clearer, take in breaths
A little deeper so she’ll understand.
She breathes more air and knows that there will be
No earthquake, but, still, air should not be thinned
Like this. That means the trouble's coming from
Above; that limits options. There's a hint –
She takes another breath, and then she's sure –
There's something there that tickles at her lungs
And tastes of sweetened minerals, sherbet, white.
It's not of their dimension, but instead
Of somewhere higher up, that fills her with
A sense of shrieking synchronicity;
She'll get a headache if she breathes like this
For long
I love this whole section, especially, "here the air is out of balance," which is a simple enough phrase, but, in situ, makes me think of, "the time is out of joint." Somehow, it has exactly the same uncanny resonance. That, and "tastes of sweetened minerals, sherbet, white." Gorgeous and weird.
quick quirks his head to say
That they should enter.
I like this attention to detail.
She doesn't know why death keeps bleeding from
Her fingertips, infecting everyone
Around her.
What a perfectly spooky image.
Her magic, hot and blue electric charge,
Is loosing current through her, something dark
Inside her, something running through her veins
Like blood, but quicker, something that she can't
Switch off, not now, not anymore.
Oh-ho, I am grooving on the allusions and implications in this bit.
And the Tarot spread. I know diddly-squat about Tarot, but I loved peering at these lines and trying to sort them out. I found myself thrown, at first, by the genders of the figures on the cards—I tried to map Angel onto the Nine of Wands and Spike onto the next couple—but Sadie and Buffy are the protagonists, here. I love your analysis of the Hanged Man, and the fact that the cards move from solitude to companionship; that's such a huge narrative kink of mine, especially in this 'verse: without your friends, you will get exactly nowhere.