Another Sonnet

Dreamcatcher

He speaks, I throw you out to him again
A bound up goat to bait the tiger away
A fair young maid offered up in chains.
I cower behind your grim-set sheild and stay
far out of reach from cold and cutting words
Meant kind and light and not aware they cut.
You take the blows, the harsh cruel verbal swords
While I just duck and hide unscathed, yet but
The slice in still, behind your guard the steel
Goes deep. He turns away, a father free
From his child's clutching hands. He does not feel
Their touch. His eyes closed so as not so see
My tears. He walks away, his heart is light
While I am left with you against the night.

I is me. You is Mirek. He is my father.
Inspired by my father's wish to move to South America with his new wife. I don't think it's occured to him that I will miss him horribly. Considering that I've asked him if I can come more times than I can count and he has always refused, I don't have high hopes of ever seeing him again after he moves.

And yes, I do like sonnets.

Another Sonnet

Dreamcatcher

He speaks, I throw you out to him again
A bound up goat to bait the tiger away
A fair young maid offered up in chains.
I cower behind your grim-set sheild and stay
far out of reach from cold and cutting words
Meant kind and light and not aware they cut.
You take the blows, the harsh cruel verbal swords
While I just duck and hide unscathed, yet but
The slice in still, behind your guard the steel
Goes deep. He turns away, a father free
From his child's clutching hands. He does not feel
Their touch. His eyes closed so as not so see
My tears. He walks away, his heart is light
While I am left with you against the night.

I is me. You is Mirek. He is my father.
Inspired by my father's wish to move to South America with his new wife. I don't think it's occured to him that I will miss him horribly. Considering that I've asked him if I can come more times than I can count and he has always refused, I don't have high hopes of ever seeing him again after he moves.

And yes, I do like sonnets.

Yet More Poetry

Karl and Johannes

I watch you take off and rise far above

Cradled up safe in the machine you fly.

You are so frail, among the clouds you love,

But fast and joyful, not afraid to die.

And I of stone, I walk below and see

You ride away a paper trail to chase.

And when we meet you laugh and run, still free

I love you so that after you I’ll race.

I’ll watch you go; I’ll watch you fly away

Your heart as high as mine is low. You know

I will chase you; I know you’ll never stay.

You know you’ll leave. I know you always do.

All I can do is hope and wait for you.

From Johannes to his ex-lover Karl Schwartz the Stuka pilot ;). Ex because he and Karl got caught. Johannes' family had enough influence to get him out of the court-martial. Karl wasn't so lucky. I don't know what happened to him, Johannes doesn't know so he hasn't been able to tell me, but if he's not dead by now he will be soon. Very sad story :( Not much in All Instruments of Measurement that isn't, in fact.

Yet More Poetry

Karl and Johannes

I watch you take off and rise far above

Cradled up safe in the machine you fly.

You are so frail, among the clouds you love,

But fast and joyful, not afraid to die.

And I of stone, I walk below and see

You ride away a paper trail to chase.

And when we meet you laugh and run, still free

I love you so that after you I’ll race.

I’ll watch you go; I’ll watch you fly away

Your heart as high as mine is low. You know

I will chase you; I know you’ll never stay.

You know you’ll leave. I know you always do.

All I can do is hope and wait for you.

From Johannes to his ex-lover Karl Schwartz the Stuka pilot ;). Ex because he and Karl got caught. Johannes' family had enough influence to get him out of the court-martial. Karl wasn't so lucky. I don't know what happened to him, Johannes doesn't know so he hasn't been able to tell me, but if he's not dead by now he will be soon. Very sad story :( Not much in All Instruments of Measurement that isn't, in fact.

Food

Dinner today is kidney beans in a chilli sauce straight from the can, and seeing as I considered that to be cheating, I decided to add bacon.
Mental notes for future cooking:
Frying bacon does not involve or need to involve any oil.
Pouring cold water on a hot, oily frying pan is a good way to get a Darwin award. One way or another.
Despite these setbacks and my admittedly rather paranoid worry about the sate of the bacon (it's in it's sell by date and has been kept unopened in the fridge, stop worrying), this is actually rather good :)

Food

Dinner today is kidney beans in a chilli sauce straight from the can, and seeing as I considered that to be cheating, I decided to add bacon.
Mental notes for future cooking:
Frying bacon does not involve or need to involve any oil.
Pouring cold water on a hot, oily frying pan is a good way to get a Darwin award. One way or another.
Despite these setbacks and my admittedly rather paranoid worry about the sate of the bacon (it's in it's sell by date and has been kept unopened in the fridge, stop worrying), this is actually rather good :)

Things that made me happy today (despite the odds)

Realising that my university's poetry course is actually teh awesome.
(first year is pretty much non-stop workshopping. We study no forms, we obey no rules, we just write, endlessly. No matter how crap it is, we write. Then, in second year, when we have gotten used to poerty and are getting familiar with the language, we start on forms. This is a new challenge since it had been getting a bit familiar, and it flows in very well. At least, that's how it's worked for me. I think it might be worse for others in the class, but I have very little respect for their poetry skilz so they neither count nor matter)

Finding a shop which sells rejected chocolates from the first class chocolatiers for £1. All perfectly good, just rejected due to being a bit mishappen. Love.

Things that made me happy today (despite the odds)

Realising that my university's poetry course is actually teh awesome.
(first year is pretty much non-stop workshopping. We study no forms, we obey no rules, we just write, endlessly. No matter how crap it is, we write. Then, in second year, when we have gotten used to poerty and are getting familiar with the language, we start on forms. This is a new challenge since it had been getting a bit familiar, and it flows in very well. At least, that's how it's worked for me. I think it might be worse for others in the class, but I have very little respect for their poetry skilz so they neither count nor matter)

Finding a shop which sells rejected chocolates from the first class chocolatiers for £1. All perfectly good, just rejected due to being a bit mishappen. Love.

Ah...

Interesting turn of events. For one piece of coursework, I need to hand in a piece of fiction that comments in some way on another piece. This can be fanfiction.
Now, for a while I was at a loss, okay, I have loads of fanfic, but I couldn't think of a stand alone piece that could work on actually passing commentary and that could be cut down to 2,500 words. I was plannign to use a re-writing of Turandot, but I couldn't cut it below 3,000 without killing the story. So, problem.
Ah, well...
You remember 'Raistlin's Daughter'?
Yeah.
This is awkward. And weird. Raistlin and Dalamar are kinda sleepy after all this time, and I'm having the bloodily evicerate the story. I'm probably going to have to write some sort of intro. I don't know, this seems like such a bad idea. But so potentially awesome. I mean, getting something out of I&E beside reviews? So cool.
Um, it's been a long time since I wrote fanfic, so if you can think of something that could fit the bill in my writings, please, speak.

Ah...

Interesting turn of events. For one piece of coursework, I need to hand in a piece of fiction that comments in some way on another piece. This can be fanfiction.
Now, for a while I was at a loss, okay, I have loads of fanfic, but I couldn't think of a stand alone piece that could work on actually passing commentary and that could be cut down to 2,500 words. I was plannign to use a re-writing of Turandot, but I couldn't cut it below 3,000 without killing the story. So, problem.
Ah, well...
You remember 'Raistlin's Daughter'?
Yeah.
This is awkward. And weird. Raistlin and Dalamar are kinda sleepy after all this time, and I'm having the bloodily evicerate the story. I'm probably going to have to write some sort of intro. I don't know, this seems like such a bad idea. But so potentially awesome. I mean, getting something out of I&E beside reviews? So cool.
Um, it's been a long time since I wrote fanfic, so if you can think of something that could fit the bill in my writings, please, speak.