Today is kind of a weird day. On one hand, I'm making significant progress on stuff, which is a really good thing, considering the Plan is to have four chapters of Rodney the Dissertation (which is turning into Uriel "I'll Fucking Smite Your Ass" the Dissertation) done by early fall. As it turns out, this is even better because I will most likely not be getting summer funding this year, due to what I now strongly suspect is my own fuck-up.
It's times like this I wish fanfic/fanart paid a lot better than it did. Or that graduate students had an easier time finding financial patrons who were okay with the thought of spending money so someone could spend a summer writing about old literature about 200 people in the world care about, or that everything in my mind, soul, and body did not rebel against the idea of sugar daddies. This is going to be one perilous few months, balancing the job I hope to acquire with writing as fast as I can. *sigh*
Another good thing is, hey, it's National Poetry Month! I bring you a selection of Louise Glück's "Prism," from her collection Averno (2006). The entirety of the collection resonates with me because of my interest in problems of mind and the world of the human body, the restraints of society and the expectation it places upon women, what happens when women are tired of having hands and want to grow wings to fly to the sun. Her poetry looks back to the long tradition of meditation and divine ascent in Western writing, but in a way that subtly suggests there is not much divinity waiting for us at the end of the road: all there is, as "Blue Rotunda" suggests, is scorched.
( list the implications of 'crossroads' )
A few days ago, I tracked down and sent to
unamaga an excerpt from Milton's Paradise Lost. I fondly refer to it as the Part with the Angel Sex0rs, and those of you who like themselves some Castiel might appreciate this, if only for the mental image of Castiel trying to explain angel sex to Dean, who snickers like a five-year-old the entire time.
Context (because it's nice to have): God knows Satan's on the prowl, looking to mess things up in Eden. He sends the archangel Raphael to speak to Adam, and tell him that things will be great so long as he doesn't do anything stupid like disobey. Adam then asks Raphael about various things, and Raphael tells him about the creation of the world, the fall of Satan, and then, upon request, angel sex.
( Total they mix, union of pure with pure / Desiring )
It's times like this I wish fanfic/fanart paid a lot better than it did. Or that graduate students had an easier time finding financial patrons who were okay with the thought of spending money so someone could spend a summer writing about old literature about 200 people in the world care about, or that everything in my mind, soul, and body did not rebel against the idea of sugar daddies. This is going to be one perilous few months, balancing the job I hope to acquire with writing as fast as I can. *sigh*
Another good thing is, hey, it's National Poetry Month! I bring you a selection of Louise Glück's "Prism," from her collection Averno (2006). The entirety of the collection resonates with me because of my interest in problems of mind and the world of the human body, the restraints of society and the expectation it places upon women, what happens when women are tired of having hands and want to grow wings to fly to the sun. Her poetry looks back to the long tradition of meditation and divine ascent in Western writing, but in a way that subtly suggests there is not much divinity waiting for us at the end of the road: all there is, as "Blue Rotunda" suggests, is scorched.
( list the implications of 'crossroads' )
A few days ago, I tracked down and sent to
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Context (because it's nice to have): God knows Satan's on the prowl, looking to mess things up in Eden. He sends the archangel Raphael to speak to Adam, and tell him that things will be great so long as he doesn't do anything stupid like disobey. Adam then asks Raphael about various things, and Raphael tells him about the creation of the world, the fall of Satan, and then, upon request, angel sex.
( Total they mix, union of pure with pure / Desiring )