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Dirge Without Music

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains, --- but the best is lost.

The answers quick & keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,
They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

- Edna St. Vincent Millay

[ profile] katastrophe1187 commented with this poem in the [ profile] ontd_political post about Neda Agha-Setan, who was murdered on Saturday. That post contains the video directly following her shooting and shows her very violent death. It is not for the faint of heart, but the vid was apparently posted to the web by her brother in hopes of preventing her death from being in vain. (Also, she is not, as originally reported, sixteen, but would have been twenty-seven this year.)

...Just click with care, folks.
rubykatewriting: (Angelina Jolie: So PRETTY)
Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem

My left hand will live longer than my right. The rivers
of my palms tell me so.
Never argue with rivers. Never expect your lives to finish
at the same time. I think

praying, I think clapping is how hands mourn. I think
staying up and waiting
for paintings to sigh is science. In another dimension this
is exactly what's happening,

it's what they write grants about: the chromodynamics
of mournful Whistlers,
the audible sorrow and beta decay of "Old Battersea Bridge."
I like the idea of different

theres and elsewheres, an Idaho known for bluegrass,
a Bronx where people talk
like violets smell. Perhaps I am somewhere patient, somehow
kind, perhaps in the nook

of a cousin universe I've never defiled or betrayed
anyone. Here I have
two hands and they are vanishing, the hollow of your back
to rest my cheek against,

your voice and little else but my assiduous fear to cherish.
My hands are webbed
like the wind-torn work of a spider, like they squeezed
something in the womb

but couldn't hang on. One of those other worlds
or a life I felt
passing through mine, or the ocean inside my mother's belly
she had to scream out.

Here when I say "I never want to be without you,"
somewhere else I am saying
"I never want to be without you again." And when I touch you
in each of the places we meet

in all of the lives we are, it's with hands that are dying
and resurrected.
When I don't touch you it's a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.

- Bob Hicok

ETA: Discovered via the wonderful [ profile] musesfool.
rubykatewriting: (Humming and Dreaming)
Follow this link to sign a petition asking for the release and safe return of journalists Euna Lee and Laura Ling. They were detained at the North Korean border at the end of March and are set to go on trial for their "crimes" in June next week. Here's an article from The Huffington Post.

This is all being spear-headed by Laura's sister, Lisa. Yes, that Lisa Ling, of Channel One and The View fame. She will also be appearing alongside the rest of her family as well as members of Euna Lee's on several news programs in the next several days.

She's on Twitter (you have to send a follow request but she always approves it) and is constantly updating with news, info, etc. (Aside: personally the most heartbreaking of her tweets had to be, "I wonder if Laura knows N Korea went nuclear." Amidst all the pain of having your sister illegally detained, living in God knows what kind of conditions, and then that? I can't even fucking imagine.)

With that, I'm off.
rubykatewriting: (Noah & Allie: You're a Bird I'm a Bird)
So. It's quite possible my new English professor is going to make me insane by semester end. He has this really meandering, stream-of-consciousness lecture style. He's brilliant and a fellow word nerd, but oh my GOD, it's WEDNESDAY NIGHT. I've been at work ALL FUCKING DAY. You really want to make me cut you with this "I always go to 9:50" bullshit. (Speaking of, [ profile] briary_flower, the poetry portion, which will happen mid-semester [we're covering drama now], runs the gamut. I spent a good half-hour ignoring him and bouncing from one poem to the next. We're talking ee cummings, Pablo Neruda, Edgar Allen Poe, W.H. Auden, Yeats, Keats, etc., etc., etc. I was completely geeking out.)

Holy fucking hell, I'm exhausted.

Also, HI EVERYBODY! I didn't mean to take such a long break from LJ, but I had my surgery last month and took three weeks off from just about everything. They took four and half pounds off of each breast (as Gabs put it, "You were packin a frickin baby around all this time!"), and while I'm not into real bras yet (it's sports bras all the way), I am officially a C-cup. Plus they were able to save both nipples so I can potentially breast feed my future babies. My god is it rad.

Anyway, I think that's enough of an update for now. I need to get some actual work done. Oh and write my paragraph on what I think is "good English." Did I mention my professor is a wee titch NUTS? Yeah.

Oh! Almost forgot. [ profile] buffyx, [ profile] blahblahologist, and [ profile] halfway2home, thank you all for my Christmas cards! They were such lovely little surprises. (V, I LOVED the Office stuff, too. I was giggling like such a damn fool when I opened the package; Mom was giving me her "I don't get fangirls" look.)

ETA: Jensen Ackles, we need to talk. Really? This is what you spend your precious time off doing? REALLY? I want my seven bucks back, fucker.
rubykatewriting: (River: Ready)
I am officially a college student now. I went yesterday to register and I am on my way to that English degree. Yes, since I haven't posted in a million years (work, why must you get in the way of my LJ life?), this seems like it's coming out of nowhere, but this has been coming together for a few months now. I don't know. I'm weird, people! I didn't want to talk about it until it was real or something.

So now Rae (who is a fellow LJer now) and I are both college freshman.

Annnyway, along college lines, m'friend [ profile] affectingly put together an awesome post listing the Top Ten Reasons You Should Be Watching Greek. Seriously. It's AWESOME. It captures everything I love about the show and articulates it beyond my usual, "SQUEE!LOVE!OMG!*SQUISH*"

And that's about it as far as real-world and fan-world Beth news goes. Aside from the whole capslock freakout every five or so seconds that I'm currently keeping exclusively in my head: I have been out of school for ELEVENFREAKINGYEARSOHMYGODWHATTHEFUCK! Which, all in all, DUDES, I'm winning!


Apr. 25th, 2008 01:47 pm
rubykatewriting: (Taurus: Sign of the Stubborn)
Hello, all. A pic of me being utterly, fantastically special. )
rubykatewriting: (MAV Art: Waiting)
Baby-stepping away from racism: A guide for white people

It is for articles like the one above that I step out of fangirl world every so often and look around at the world around me and use that gray matter between my ears. It is so I don't turn into my grandmother, who is an aficionado on all things Fox News and ignorant, but who couldn't tell you anything resembling truth. It is why I love LJ and all the people that I have met here, for better or worse, for all the times that I have found myself wanting to rage against the stupidity (even my own), because more often than not, these are the people I've met and whom I try to follow in their very smart, very wise footsteps.

Linked by multiple folks on the flist, last of whom, I believe, was [ profile] latxcvi, so many thanks goes to them.


Apr. 26th, 2007 02:13 pm
rubykatewriting: (Humming and Dreaming)
I went over to the UT Nursing school to grab a salad from their little deli (oh, French Corner, your boxed lunches may suck like a Dyson but your salad with grilled chicken is hum-inducing yummy), and fuck was it gorgeous outside! One of those rare spring days – high, warm sun, cool shade, and a lovely, gentle breeze – that Houston experiences about four times a year. It made for a nice jaunt across the courtyard between the buildings.

I'm definitely driving home with the windows down this afternoon.


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