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My heart. My soul.

Maybe she has children now. Maybe she tells them stories about a magical place and a magical lion, the stories Lucy and Edmund brought home about how if you sail long enough you reach the place where the seas fall off the edge of the world. But maybe she tells them about Cinderella instead, Sleeping Beauty, Rapunzel, except Rapunzel cuts off her own hair and uses it to climb down the tower and escape. The damsel uses what tools she has at hand.

A lion told her to walk away, and she did. He forbade her magic, he forbade her her own kingdom, so she made her own.

Susan Pevensie did not lose faith. She found it.


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Here's to making tools of chains that once bound you, and bending them to your service. Here's to making capstone and soapbox of the millstone you tore from your neck.

Here's to all things old made new.

It's back!

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You can't see it, but I am smiling a LOT right now.

Teeja

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Apr 21, 2001 - Oct 16, 2013

You were joy and song and love. There was nothing sad in you. In the end, they said your heart was just too big.

But we could have told them that.

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Foundation over form

I have learned
Trying to live
With this perjured quid of mine,
That the truth is not in the stones,
But in the architecture;
Equally, I am not deceived
By the triumph of the stuffing
Over the chair.
If I must build a church,
Though I do not really want one,
Let it be in the wilderness
Out of nothing but nail-holes.

[excerpt from Stanley Kunitz's Revolving Meditation]

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Three Sentence Fic

I loved this last time around. I can't pretend my brain is entirely up to the challenge this time, but I knew I'd regret it if I didn't try my hand at a few.

If you haven't yet, come join in!

(Fair warning: if you are only on LJ, like me, you can post but unless you use OpenID you will not get notifications of replies, and you won't be able to edit your posts once they're up. Then again if you are not like me, that probably won't strike mingled anxiety and terror into your heart anyway)

Click for prompts I've filled: Once Upon a Time, Twelfth Night, The Avengers MCU, How I Met Your Mother, Pink Carnation, Narnia, Sarah Jane Adventures, Enchanted Forest ChroniclesCollapse )

For your consideration

The Place Where We Are Right
by Yehuda Amichai

From the place where we are right
Flowers will never grow
In the spring.

The place where we are right
Is hard and trampled
Like a yard.

But doubts and loves
Dig up the world
Like a mole, a plow.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
Where the ruined
House once stood.

If you enjoyed the poem, you may also appreciate Caitlin Desjardins's commentary thereon.

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Biding my time

Fred Clark at Slacktivist is almost always awesome.

I may admittedly be badly biased in his favour, given that his incisive and ongoing commentary on the Left Behind series cured my lingering apocalyptic panic attacks, which started when I first got exposed to that particular stripe of horror fiction in high school, but really, I think he's just marvellous.

Today, he's been marvellous-er than usual.

It started with his post Redeeming Susan Pevensie

Anyone who has read and loved Lewis’ Narnia books has encountered the problem of Susan. Her story ends poorly. What happens to Susan is just wrong.

Lewis, it seemed, had one more Lesson he wanted to teach, and he chose to make Susan the victim of that lesson. What he does to Susan isn’t fair. Worse than that, one can’t help but think that what he tells us about Susan isn’t true.

One finds oneself defending Susan against the author, protesting that he doesn’t understand. The condemnation of Susan at the end of the Narnia series misses its mark, circling back around to fall on the author instead. C.S. Lewis mistakenly wrote that Susan had turned her back on Narnia, but what it really seems is that Lewis had turned his back on Susan.


Then Fred wrote fanfiction.

Novermber 23, 1963
Neil Gaiman did it first and did it better, but if we let that stop us, we’d never write anything.

My boy

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Oct 5 1999 - Jul 6 2012

There he is.

Jun. 6th, 2012

Reading Time

People don't expect too much from literature. They just want to know they're not alone with being confused.
― Jonathan Ames

Meme

This one's been popping up on my friends-list a fair bit. I succumbed.

-- Pick a pairing or a character
-- Ask me my particular headcanon regarding something about them
-- Post to your journal to share your own headcanon.


(OCs are fair game too, though detail may vary depending on who you pick)

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