lysimache: woman's hand extending a wrapped gift (winter: present)
In under the wire, I have to make some Yuletide recs!  I sorted the archive by size, and only got through stories that were >4,000 words, so that's what I'm reccing here (other than my gift fics).

But I must start with my presents!  What an incredible Yuletide this was: I not only got two main gifts, but then three Madness treats as well!  I have been spoiled rotten, and I am so, so grateful to all my authors (the truly anonymous as well as the... not so :P )!  Thank you, thank you, a thousand times thank you!

First, my main gifts:

An der Nordseeküste (1163 words) by Anonymous
Fandom: Glennkill | Three Bags Full - Leonie Swann
Rating: General Audiences
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: The Sheep, Rebecca Flock
Summary: "Wir fahren an die Nordsee!", verkündete Rebecca eines morgens. Doch wo ist das Meer?
Read it because: It's absolutely, completely, wonderfully true to the original books, all of the things I loved best about them.  (Note: it's in German.)

That the State Suffer No Harm (2034 words) by Anonymous
Fandom: Roma sub Rosa series - Steven Saylor
Rating: General Audiences
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Gordianus the Finder, Marcus Tullius Cicero
Summary: In which Gordianus the Finder entirely fails to help Cicero defend Gaius Rabirius.
Read it because: It's clever!  And very much like the books!  And someone I love very very much wrote it for me, but has gotten almost no feedback, which is sad. :(

And then there were my Madness stories!  EEEEEEEEEEEE nail polish.  Ahem.  Yes, despite what some people apparently think (I hear), I really did request nail polish not to be 'cracky' or attention-grabbing or anything, but because I LOVE NAIL POLISH MORE THAN ANY OTHER FANDOM EVER.  Yes.  And these stories!  They have nail polish!  And then on top of that, are AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111111111111111eleventyone.

Only Once (449 words) by Anonymous
Fandom: Nail Polish (industry)
Rating: General Audiences
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Original Characters
Summary: The story of the most beautiful nail polish in the world.
Read it because: The Very Anonymous person who wrote this for me almost didn't post it, saying it was "too sad."  It's not sad, not really; it's *beautiful*.  Bittersweet, yes, but so nice.  Awwww. :)

Five Nail Polishes (616 words) by Anonymous
Fandom: Nail Polish (industry)
Rating: General Audiences
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Original Trans Character
Summary: Five drabbles for five nail polishes.
Read it because: This is such a *creative* work: little flashes of story inspired by nail polishes (but not directly about them).  It's so clever!  Very impressive.

Colour Me New (625 words) by Anonymous
Fandom: Nail Polish (industry)
Rating: General Audiences
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Summary: When the shades are this pretty, you can't help but keep coming back for more.
Read it because: OH YAY this author totally gets why nail fandom is awesome.  :)

Again, thank you *SO MUCH* to all of my authors!!!!!!  You are the bestest bestest.

Then, stories that were not written for me:

Still Climbing After Knowledge Infinite (7492 words) by Anonymous
Fandom: 16th & 17th Century CE RPF, SHAKESPEARE William - Works
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Christopher Marlowe/William Shakespeare
Characters: William Shakespeare, Christopher Marlowe, Edward Alleyn, Walter Raleigh, Robert Greene, George Peele, Thomas Nashe, Thomas Lodge, Thomas Watson, Thomas Walsingham
Summary: How much of the play is the playwright? In which Will Shakespeare meets Kit Marlowe, and in searching for Kit's voice, begins to discover his own.
Read it because: Gay spy Marlowe + Shakespeare + a love of language = awesome.

Five times Sybil and Gwen were alone (5314 words) by Anonymous
Fandom: Downton Abbey
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warning: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Sybil Crawley/Gwen Dawson
Characters: Sybil Crawley, Gwen Dawson, Anna Smith
Read it because: It's good Sybil/Gwen femmeslash, starting in canon and then extrapolating a bit.  It read as pretty historically plausible to me, which is nice.

Triolisme (6615 words) by Anonymous
Fandom: Downton Abbey
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sybil Crawley/Gwen Dawson, Tom Branson/Sybil Crawley, Tom Branson/Sybil Crawley/Gwen Dawson
Characters: Sybil Crawley, Tom Branson, Gwen Dawson
Summary: When Sybil and Branson leave for Ireland, they do not go alone.  This is what happens, after.
Read it because: I prefer my Sybil/Gwen with just, well, Sybil/Gwen, but for having to have Dawson in there, it was nice.

No Prince Charming (12821 words) by Anonymous
Fandom: Enchanted (2007)
Rating: General Audiences
Warning: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Giselle/Nancy Tremaine, Nancy Tremaine/Robert Philip
Characters: Nancy Tremaine, Giselle (Enchanted), Robert Philip, Morgan Philip, Edward (Enchanted)
Summary: Nancy Tremaine thinks she may be losing her grip on reality when she brings a stranger in a fairytale wedding dress with a distressingly low sense of self-preservation home to sleep on her couch. She has no idea what she's getting herself into.
Read it because: From now on, every time I think to myself that 'there's no good femmeslash', I will remember this story and feel happy.  I never liked Giselle/Nancy before, but this is *WONDERFUL*.  I just wish this had been how the movie had gone!

I Found my Way (5028 words) by Anonymous
Fandom: Lewis (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James Hathaway/Original Male Character
Characters: James Hathaway, Original Male Character
Summary: There's still too much of himself that James prefers to hide away because the alternative seems rather scary.
Read it because: I love the author's characterization of Hathaway here.  It rings very true to me.  It's a character study with an incidental OMC pairing.

Telling Time (12287 words) by Anonymous
Fandom: Lewis (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James Hathaway/Robert Lewis
Characters: James Hathaway, Robert Lewis, Jean Innocent, Laura Hobson
Summary: Secrets from Hathaway's past and present combine to create complications in an important case.
Read it because: Again, terrific Hathaway characterization.  Also, this is a really well written story, with lots of attention to the actual craft of writing (plus, long-ish!).

People Who Don't Understand Brecht Don't Understand Life (6686 words) by Anonymous
Fandom: Slings & Arrows
Rating: Mature
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Darren Nichols/Geoffrey Tennant
Characters: Darren Nichols, Geoffrey Tennant, Oliver Welles
Summary: New Burbage presents Christopher Marlowe's Edward II, opening June 11, 1986. Tickets on sale now.
Read it because: I liked the Darren/Geoffrey here, even if I don't think everything was quite in keeping with canon.  It's very fun, nonetheless.

So, that's all the stories I've read so far this year and wanted to rec!  It's not many, but they're all WONDERFUL: don't miss them!
lysimache: Amy out the TARDIS (books: redhead reading)
Now that I have finally finished Cicero's pro Cluentio (well, excerpts from it, in Grose-Hodge's red Macmillan, anyway), I can announce that I made my goal: I read 150 books this year! Yay!

I was very annoyed at how few I read last year (60), so I was determined I should do better this year, and I did. I'd had visions of 200 swirling, but that might just be too much, even for me. 150 was difficult, but doable (it's ~3 a week, which is too many during the school year, but easy enough to do in a couple of days during the summer; and of course, I read some non-English books, which always really slows down the progress!).

Some stats on what I read:

Total books: 150
Mysteries: 64
YA/children's: 43
Books about Classics: 29
Non-fiction: 19
SF: 16
Books with m/m content: 27
Books with f/f content: 19
Non-English: 13 (8 in Latin, 3 in German, 1 in Greek, 1 in Spanish)
Rereads: 3

And then a meme about the books! )

Then, for the intrepid, here is the entire list behind a cut tag, of course. )
lysimache: (winter: lamppost)
I was so lucky for Yuletide this year! I got two Yuletide stories (and have two more Treats waiting!), which is so amazing. Now, I do know who wrote one of them (it was someone... very close to me who wrote one of them, because she had the same idea for a Christmas present for me as I had for her :P), but the other was a total gift, especially since it seems that my actual writer defaulted, but since the mystery person who wrote me a story just wrote it *because she's awesome*, my request never went to the pinch hit list. So it's like, a real *gift*, rather than just an exchange assignment, and I can't even tell you how amazed and lucky that makes me feel!

Also, it's an awesome story! It's about my sheep books (I'm sure you all remember me talking about them: the two German books about the mystery-solving flock of sheep), and the sheep go with Rebecca to spend the summer by the North Sea, where they are puzzled by a little mystery of nature. It's *WONDERFUL*. It sounds just like the books, in style and content. It was just what I wanted, lots of world-building details about the sheep's worldview, and interaction between them, and there were cloud sheep and the abyss and the Winter Lamb, and oh, it was just amazing.

Of course, it was in German. So, if you read German, you MUST GO READ IT. If you don't read German, I've written a translation, but I don't know whether I should post it here in my journal or wait until after reveal and ask permission? What are the ethics of this situation? (Anonymous author, if you're reading, what do you think?)

Oh, I loved it so much! And I am so touched that someone wrote it for me just to be nice! Thank you, mystery author, thank you thank you thank you! <3 <3 <3

The story is here and if you can, you should go read it: http://archiveofourown.org/works/294825 (And if you can't read German, you should still read the first book [Three Bags Full] in English, because it's so fun.)

My other story, by my Mystery Author, is a Roma sub Rosa story, about exactly what I asked for (Gordianus and Cicero and the pro Rabirio and even some vague thoughts about Catiline!), and you all know how I adore that mystery author of mine. :) So of *course* you should all read that one too! It's here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/296868 It's even in English and everything! :) (Mystery Author, you are so talented and wonderful and I love you so very, very much! *snuggles*)
lysimache: (princesses: ariel on rock)
Today someone on [livejournal.com profile] epic_recs reced a story where Rodney is a mermaid*. I couldn't resist that premise, obvies, so I start reading it.

I say to [livejournal.com profile] sineala, "Oh no! At the beginning of the story, John is drowning!... Don't worry, Rodney saves him."

[livejournal.com profile] sineala notes that otherwise it would be a very short story.

And I say, yes, it would go like this...

Once upon a time, John Sheppard had to go to Atlantis. He was in charge of the military there, because he was a captain** in the Air Force and he could totally turn on Ancient technology. Not like that, except in some stories, but anyway, the original captain died, and so John was the only one who could take his place, but don't feel bad because John was the most awesome at everything anyway.

Anyway, when John got to Atlantis, he was sad and lonely, so one night he took a sad and lonely walk on the ramparts***.

"How sad and lonely I am!" said John. "No matter how much Ancient technology I turn on, no one understands me and my love of puddle jumpers and campy science fiction movies!"

And then he tossed his floopy hair out of his eyes, since he was having trouble seeing, what with the hair and the shining tears and all, but he must've tossed a bit too hard, because the next thing he knew, he had fallen off the balcony**** and down into the cold, wet ocean.

"Oh no!" thought John. "I never learned to swim!" He pawed the water frantically, but he couldn't seem to turn in the right direction, and then his lungs were really hurting, and OMG he was totes drowning.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, John saw a gleaming, pale shape gliding sinuously toward him (like a sea serpent, only sexy!). As it got closer, and while he was still all, "Oh noes! Drowning!" he could just make out the gleaming, pale face of Rodney! Only John didn't know it was Rodney, because he had never met Rodney, but he could totally tell from all of Rodney's annoyed sounds that Rodney was annoyed***** even if Rodney was making weird fish noises and not English. Rodney was the most beautiful man John had ever seen, with his pale, gleaming chest devoid of any hair and long fish tail and glimmering fins.******

The most precious feeling of love and contentment swept over John, like a summer storm, only the nice part, not the part that causes millions of dollars in damage.

"Glurgblrgh!" said John, which was a really bad idea, what with being underwater and all.

As water filled his lungs, he thought about how beautifully tragic his love for Rodney was. Rodney would've cried, but mermaids don't cry, because they live underwater.

THE END


Aren't you glad I shared? Anyway, the actual story was quite nice*******, nothing at all like mine, and you might as well read it if you've gotten this far.

*And John is still the military leader of Atlantis. In case you were wondering.

**Or whatever. Lieutenant?

***Or whatever outdoor space there is on Atlantis; I thought the whole city was in a giant glass dome or something? but maybe not, whatevs.

****Just like Juliet! Except she totally didn't fall off.

*****Rodney is always annoyed.

******See, Rodney was a mermaid (ed).

*******It's also nothing like that creepy, creepy story where Krycek is a mermaid and he and Mulder have the creepy, creepy sex where fish!Krycek can't consent. Rodney is clearly people, just differently shaped, not fish.
lysimache: woman's hand extending a wrapped gift (winter: present)
Dear Yuletide Author,

You're going to write me a story? Yay! Thank you! You share one of my beloved tiny fandoms here? That automatically makes you awesome. I am *sure* I will love whatever you write, and I hope you have fun! If you're happy, I'll be happy. :)

If you're interested in knowing more about me and my likes/dislikes, etc., that's great, but if you've already got your own thing you want to do here, please do!

For caveats, I will just repeat what I said in my requests: please no explicit het, please no making canon queer characters (Catilina, Portia) straight, and please, please, please not even a *suggestion* of animal harm whatsoever.

Otherwise, have at it!

But if you'd like to know more, let me start by saying that I really did try to pick fandoms this year where I would be happy with anything (exceptions noted above) about the characters. At all.

But in general, I like fluffy stories more than angsty; happy endings rather than sad. I like femmeslash and slash, as well (in these fandoms) as gen, of any rating. I like cliché plots / tropes, especially 'have to get married' and 'gay undercover'. I like long, plotty stories; short, witty stories; worldbuilding; poetry; romance. I like sex-positive kink!fic. I like clever people being able to show off. I like awesome women being awesome. I like a story that can surprise me.

The fandoms I am requesting this year don't have a lot in common, actually, except that I really and truly love all of them (and will be super-excited about a story in any of them). Do not fret that I love any more than others! Let me tell you more about each of them and why they are awesome! :)

Glennkill | Three Bags Full -- Leonie Swann. )

Roma sub Rosa series - Steven Saylor )

Nail Polish (industry) )

Lady Julia Grey Mysteries - Deanna Raybourn )

So that's my requests this year! And again, thank you, thank you, thank you, dear Author!

With grateful anticipation,

[livejournal.com profile] lysimache
lysimache: (classics: temple)
Tonight there has been a documentary on PBS about the War of 1812, which, I will admit, I know very little about. (Impressment, privateers, Canadians burned the White House, "Don't Give Up the Ship," Fort McHenry, Treaty of Ghent, Battle of New Orleans fought after the actual end because no one had cell phones.) But now I have learned:

1) The USS Constitution, y'know, "Old Ironsides," not only still exists [!] but is still a commissioned ship in the US Navy. So, um, if all our other boats ever get sunk, apparently we will be able to call up a 200+ year old wooden boat! I want to go see it now (it's apparently in Boston), because that is just amazing that it's, like, still working.

2) There were apparently two big memoirs about the War of 1812, one from each side. The American was a Kentucky sharpshooter named William Atherton (not to be confused with the actor who played the EPA dude in Ghostbusters) who instead of being killed in the Battle of the River Raisin somehow was taken by the Potawatomi people and brought home with them and adopted by them (weird and random sounding enough?), but then left them to instead go be a British prisoner of war in Quebec for the rest of the war, which sounds a whole lot less pleasant. Odd. You can read his memoir on Google books here.

3) My new favorite historical person ever though is the British memoirist Shadrach Byfield. I mean, to start with, how could you not love a name like Shadrach Byfield? Oh, yeah. He was the son of weavers, religious dissidents in Wiltshire; his mother "had a fit" after he told her he was enlisting and never spoke again. He participated in many many battles, but finally at the battle of Black Rock, he was injured and his lower arm had to be amputated; he refused to have anyone hold him down or anything to deaden the pain: but after the arm was removed, he insisted that he be GIVEN HIS ARM BACK SO HE COULD BURY IT HIMSELF. Oh, Shadrach!!!! After the war, he went home and was married and wanted to be a weaver again, but of course it was difficult. One night, he had a dream and woke his wife up to tell her that he'd seen himself weaving again. She told him not to be silly, that he couldn't be a weaver with only one arm and to go back to sleep; he went back to sleep, but had another dream in which he saw a special tool that would help him weave using only one arm, and when he awoke, he went to the local blacksmith and had him fashion the tool he'd seen in his dream; thereafter he was a successful weaver. YOU GO ON WITH YOUR BAD SELF, SHADRACH. ♥ You can read his memoir in transcript here or on archive.org here.

I think [livejournal.com profile] sineala was just happy that finally at the end of the two hours they featured one of their random (probably Canadian, because they couldn't seem to find any American historians who specialize in the War of 1812) historians who wanted to sing the song about the battle of New Orleans, which she is very fond of. :)
lysimache: Amy out the TARDIS (books: once upon a time)
Because she loves me, [livejournal.com profile] sineala has been watching all of Moonlighting with me on DVD from Netflix. We're just about halfway through season 2 now. I watched all of these, some many times, with my mom when I was little (although not any of them, I think during the original run: but I think we must've been watching them in syndication [on Lifetime?] shortly thereafter; we were definitely watching them every day by the time I had mono in 9th grade ['92]). And I both see all the wonderful, wonderful things I loved about the show -- the wacky chases (hearse chase FTW!), the wacky characters (oh, Miss DiPesto and your rhyming phone greetings!), the brilliant writing and directing and *care* that was put into it ("The Dream Sequence Always Rings Twice" has to be one of the best episodes of anything, ever; and if you don't love the bit about the man with a mole on his nose, I don't think we can be friends anymore), and just how much I love all these people...

MOAR FEELINGS under the cut! And vague spoilers, I guess, if you don't know anything about the show. )

And in conclusion, that's part of why, no matter how much I initially shipped Mulder/Scully on The X-Files, I wasn't willing to go through all that twice -- after a certain point, I just had to give up on them (and switch to Mulder/Krycek, which if nothing else always had going for it that it would never be canon!).
lysimache: (classics: girl with a bird)
OMG you guys, there was just an earthquake (in Va), and I totally felt it here in Western MA.

I was cooking some pasta in the kitchen, and all of a sudden I felt crazy dizzy. But, see, I've been dizzy for the last week because of travelling (yes, flying by planes makes me dizzy for more than a week -- man, I hate my inner ears), so I thought it was just me. And I was like, oh no, what did I do to my ears NOW?

But then I heard a stool we had leaned against the wall fall over, and then I saw the dog run into the bedroom, and I was like, okay, not just me. But my next thought was: train outside? But I didn't hear anything, and then I was like, house falling over? Weird construction on the roof?

I think it took me at least thirty seconds to figure out that it was an earthquake. And I had no idea what to do! It didn't even occur to me to turn off the stove!

I went and turned the tv on to see if anyone was reporting on it locally or nationally, but no one was yet (I guess I was too fast? I checked the USGS, but I didn't realize the thing in VA could be felt here! That was it, though), so I went and sat with the dog on the bed.

That was so scary. :( And [livejournal.com profile] sineala, who is from, y'know, California and might be expected to know what it was and what to do, isn't home with me (she's at an appointment and won't be home for an hour), and gah. Scary!

The dog says things are okay now, though. She's left the bedroom.

I haven't been able to get through to my brother (in NJ) yet on the cell network, though. Scary scary scary.

Nail Spam!

Aug. 5th, 2011 07:21 pm
lysimache: Amy out the TARDIS (doctor who: amy's nails!)
The nail board likes to do "top 20" lists a couple of times a year, where everyone posts a list of their favorite 20 polishes (any 20, but you have to actually own them), with pictures, if they have them. This is my list.

LOTS and LOTS of pictures behind the cut! )

LJ!!!!

Jul. 26th, 2011 01:53 pm
lysimache: (Firefly: Kaylee play)

LJ! I have missed you! You still won't load on my puter, but you are here on my phone, at any rate!

Flist! I have missed you! Post more now! :)

Posted via LiveJournal app for iPhone.

lysimache: (lesbian: sepia kiss)
To: Agatha Christie, Mark Gatiss
Cc: Dorothy Parker, Josephine Tey, Deanna Raybourn, the Law & Order writers
Bcc: OMG every other mystery writer ever.
Subject: Dead lesbians are not a decoration for your story.

So please stop putting them in. It's not enough to just not make them evil; they also have to survive the story. A sprinkling of lesbians does not make you or your detective more 'edgy' or 'diverse' or 'tolerant' or whatever you're going for.

To be clear: Background happy lesbians? I would be okay with some of those. I do like that you've realized lesbians exist. It's the dead/evil thing I'm objecting to. Don't tell me it's a genre constraint that the lesbians just happen to end up dead, because there are plenty of background happy straight people who do not, in fact, end up dead or evil.

I understand that narratologically all secrets are gay secrets and that you probably think you're doing something clever by having surprise dead/evil lesbians. Who knows; maybe you don't even realize you're doing it (and that everyone else is too).

But if I have to see one more dead lesbian in a mystery? I might just have to give up on the whole genre.

And that would be sad.

So stop.

Love, a lesbian mystery fan.
lysimache: Amy out the TARDIS (books: redhead reading)
I'm still reading my Schafskrimi (it's long, and I don't read anywhere near as fast in foreign languages as I do in English), but in the meantime, I read a YA book that I had seen recommended on Metafilter, and which I now in turn recommend to you all, The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart.

From Booklist, by way of Amazon:

In the summer between her freshman and sophomore years, Frankie Landau-Banks transforms from “a scrawny, awkward child” with frizzy hair to a curvy beauty, “all while sitting quietly in a suburban hammock, reading the short stories of Dorothy Parker and drinking lemonade.” On her return to Alabaster Prep, her elite boarding school, she attracts the attention of gorgeous Matthew, who draws her into his circle of popular seniors. Then Frankie learns that Matthew is a member of the Loyal Order of the Basset Hounds, an all-male Alabaster secret society to which Frankie’s dad had once belonged. Excluded from belonging to or even discussing the Bassets, Frankie engineers her own guerilla membership by assuming a false online identity. Frankie is a fan of P. G. Wodehouse’s books, and Lockhart’s wholly engaging narrative, filled with wordplay, often reads like a clever satire about the capers of the entitled, interwoven with elements of a mystery. But the story’s expertly timed comedy also has deep undercurrents. Lockhart creates a unique, indelible character in Frankie, whose oddities only make her more realistic, and teens will be galvanized by her brazen action and her passionate, immediate questions about gender and power, individuals and institutions, and how to fall in love without losing herself.

I really, really liked this book. Frankie is a suddenly-pretty sophomore student at a New England boarding school who finds that as much as she wants to 'do' her boyfriend, a preppy, popular senior boy, she might just want to 'be' him as well: she fixates on his membership in an all-male secret society (the Loyal Order of the Basset Hounds), to which Frankie's father had also belonged, but from which she, as a girl, is excluded. She manages to take over the Basset Hounds (since she is much more clever than any of the boys) and in the process learns about what it is that she really wants. It's engagingly written, funny, and feminist in a modern way.

Very recommended!
lysimache: Do what Amy says. (doctor who: assertive!amy)
First, a np note: Okay, I give in. The crack(le) is awesome. I love it and I want more. Moooooore!

Then: Doctor Who 6.3 )

And: Doctor Who 6.4 )
lysimache: Amy out the TARDIS (doctor who: amy's nails!)
Reposting from the Nail Board, because I like you all just as much -- but I'll put this behind a cut because I know you may not love nails as much as I do. :P

OPI PotC polishes, Sephora by OPI Safari Luxe, a couple of Essies and a Zoya! )

I had such a good time swatching all of those and taking pictures; it was definitely the best thing I did all weekend! Other than *buying* the polishes, of course. :P I may see if I can swatch more of my collection now, although I couldn't figure out a reasonable way to add the pictures into my google spreadsheet where I keep track of my collection -- it put the picture in, but it was floating all over the page all the time (I'd expected that when you weren't highlighting that cell that it wouldn't show the whole thing, or that it would make the cell bigger or something, but it's just a mess).
lysimache: (classics: florilegium)
And here we are at the end of April! I hope I haven't annoyed some of you too much (clearly, there are people who just *hate* poetry, even if that statement makes me unutterably sad) and that some of you have even, I hope, enjoyed the poems! And I always love discovering new poems, so I think it would be awesome if anyone who wants would share a poem in the comments -- contemporary, older, whatever you like!

"Advice to Myself"

Leave the dishes.
Let the celery rot in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator
and an earthen scum harden on the kitchen floor.
Leave the black crumbs in the bottom of the toaster.
Throw the cracked bowl out and don't patch the cup.
Don't patch anything. Don't mend. Buy safety pins.
Don't even sew on a button.
Let the wind have its way, then the earth
that invades as dust and then the dead
foaming up in gray rolls underneath the couch.
Talk to them. Tell them they are welcome.
Don't keep all the pieces of the puzzles
or the doll's tiny shoes in pairs, don't worry
who uses whose toothbrush or if anything
matches, at all.
Except one word to another. Or a thought.
Pursue the authentic-decide first
what is authentic,
then go after it with all your heart.
Your heart, that place
you don't even think of cleaning out.
That closet stuffed with savage mementos.
Don't sort the paper clips from screws from saved baby teeth
or worry if we're all eating cereal for dinner
again. Don't answer the telephone, ever,
or weep over anything at all that breaks.
Pink molds will grow within those sealed cartons
in the refrigerator. Accept new forms of life
and talk to the dead
who drift in though the screened windows, who collect
patiently on the tops of food jars and books.
Recycle the mail, don't read it, don't read anything
except what destroys
the insulation between yourself and your experience
or what pulls down or what strikes at or what shatters
this ruse you call necessity.
         --Louise Erdrich
lysimache: (classics: florilegium)
I guess capybaras are the secret to getting people excited about poems. Glad everyone liked yesterday's, though. :P Today's borrows a lot from the Aeneid and other mythology, which of course I like (yay feminist reappropriations of mythology).

"Fearful Women"

Arms and the girl I sing - O rare
arms that are braceleted and white and bare

arms that were lovely Helen's, in whose name
Greek slaughtered Trojan. Helen was to blame.

Scape-nanny call her; wars for turf
and profit don't sound glamorous enough.

Mythologize your women! None escape.
Europe was named from an act of bestial rape:

Eponymous girl on bull-back, he intent
on scattering sperm across a continent.

Old Zeus refused to take the rap.
It's not his name in big print on the map.

But let's go back to the beginning
when sinners didn't know that they were sinning.

He, one rib short: she lived to rue it
when Adam said to God, "She made me do it."

Eve learned that learning was a dangerous thing
for her: no end of trouble would it bring.

An educated woman is a danger.
Lock up your mate! Keep a submissive stranger

like Darby's Joan, content with church and Kinder,
not like that sainted Joan, burnt to a cinder.

Whether we wield a scepter or a mop
It's clear you fear that we may get on top.

And if we do -I say it without animus-
It's not from you we learned to be magnaminous.
lysimache: (classics: florilegium)
Oh, you guys, I have been waiting *all* month to post this, because I am *SO* excited about this poem. It is awesomeness reified. And then I find that Metafilter linked to it today, too. Something in the air?

But then Metafilter (well, AskMe, actually) has been having a big hatefest against poetry today, too, and honestly, it made me cry a little to hear so many people expressing so much disdain for poetry ("it's pretentious!" "the academy has killed poetry!" "it's too subjective!" "it's too personal!" "song lyrics are enough poetry for me!" "I don't understand it!" "line breaks are random!" "it doesn't rhyme!" "I don't care about the poet's feelings" and so on and so on). I... don't even know what to say. Why would someone hate poetry? Seriously, it makes me tear up to think about. I don't understand at all.

So whatever, yay, capybaras!

"Unit of Measure"

All can be measured by the standard of the capybara.
Everyone is lesser than or greater than the capybara.
Everything is taller or shorter than the capybara.
Everything is mistaken for a Brazilian dance craze
more or less frequently than the capybara.
Everyone eats greater or fewer watermelons
than the capybara. Everyone eats more or less bark.
Everyone barks more than or less than the capybara,
who also whistles, clicks, grunts, and emits what is known
as his alarm squeal. Everyone is more or less alarmed
than a capybara, who—because his back legs
are longer than his front legs—feels like
he is going downhill at all times.
Everyone is more or less a master of grasses
than the capybara. Or going by the scientific name,
more or less Hydrochoerus hydrochaeris
or, going by the Greek translation, more or less
water hog. Everyone is more or less
of a fish than the capybara, defined as the outermost realm
of fishdom by the 16th-century Catholic Church.
Everyone is eaten more or less often for Lent than
the capybara. Shredded, spiced, and served over plantains,
everything tastes more or less like pork
than the capybara. Before you decide that you are
greater than or lesser than a capybara, consider
that while the Brazilian capybara breeds only once a year,
the Venezuelan variety mates continuously.
Consider the last time you mated continuously.
Consider the year of your childhood when you had
exactly as many teeth as the capybara—
twenty—and all yours fell out, and all his
kept growing. Consider how his skin stretches
in only one direction. Accept that you are stretchier
than the capybara. Accept that you have foolishly
distributed your eyes, ears, and nostrils
all over your face. Accept that now you will never be able
to sleep underwater. Accept that the fish
will never gather to your capybara body offering
their soft, finned love. One of us, they say, one of us,
but they will not say it to you.

    --Sandra Beasley

And LOOK IT'S A MOMMY CAPYBARA WITH A BABY CAPYBARA AWWWWWWWWW.


Mommy and Baby Capybara!

lysimache: (classics: florilegium)
I'm sorry I never posted yesterday's poem! I was going to do Mark Doty's "The Death of Antinous," but I fell asleep before 7.30 and never managed to. You can read it here if you like! Doty is awesome and you should not miss his gorgeous poetry (so Cavafy and yet contemporary!).

Today, I present Wendy Cope's riff on Eliot's "The Waste Land." If you have never read the poem (and why not?), you totes should. This is a fun site with lots of notes and stuff hyperlinked.

"The Waste Land: Five Limericks"

I

In April one seldom feels cheerful;
Dry stones, sun and dust make me fearful;
Clairvoyantes distress me,
Commuters depress me--
Met Stetson and gave him an earful.

II

She sat on a mighty fine chair,
Sparks flew as she tidied her hair;
She asks many questions,
I make few suggestions--
Bad as Albert and Lil--what a pair!

III

The Thames runs, bones rattle, rats creep;
Tiresias fancies a peep--
A typist is laid,
A record is played--
Wei la la. After this it gets deep.

IV

A Phoenician named Phlebas forgot
About birds and his business--the lot,
Which is no surprise,
Since he'd met his demise
And been left in the ocean to rot.

V

No water. Dry rocks and dry throats,
Then thunder, a shower of quotes
From the Sanskrit and Dante.
Da. Damyata. Shantih.
I hope you'll make sense of the notes.

     -- Wendy Cope

That last line kills me. Best Waste Land parody EVER!!!!!! :)

(Okay, okay, if you needed it in LOLcat, you can have that too! i seez cumean sybil / sybil can has bukkit / sybil wantz DIE, oh yes.)
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