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And so, it's Christmas Eve.
One of my favourite days of the year because, as you all already know, I believe in Christmas through stories. The magic suffuses every word in The Dark is Rising, lingers through the ages of the grandmother singing in The Children of Green Knowe, settles with the snow in The Box of Delights... So many of my favourite books line the margins of Christmas. And they build in that sense of waiting, of anticipation. The lingering sense of something more on the back of your neck, the depth and age of it all. A deep, vivid magic. I always try to recreate it, and things always go wrong, but sometimes there's
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let no bird mark your brow

Internet? We Need To Talk About Books.
It's weird this, at once like and unlike Mole coming back to his dusty old house in The Wind In The Willows. Because, *swipes at cobwebs*, I think I'd quite like to live here again. I'm not really a water rat, after all. And so

An Essays of Feelings, in which Almost Everything is Illuminated...Collapse )


the call to arms you liken to a whisper

So, I pretty much missed national poetry day. In my defence, I've been rather wrapped up in editing the dissertation of doom in the desperate hope that tomorrow I'll be permitted to wash my hands of it, but I'd like to have done something. I'd like to have written something.

On the plus side, my brain's been thinking about WW1 on the side today, so I can spam you with one of my favourite Sassoon poems instead. (Not Suicide In The Trenches :P) There's something so magical about it, despite everything, as though its caught in the almost-dawn when nothing is quite real. And its horrible too, of course, and makes the point perfectly (oh, Sassoon!) even without the bluntness, like unwrapping layers of wrappings and knowing there's something dangerous underneath. And, generally, I love it.


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and miles to go before I sleep

Well, I still haven't finished my dissertation. Not for want of trying, either, but because my tutor keeps finding me new things to do to make it a semi-decent conclusion to four years of academic study. Which is fair enough, but somewhat wearing. So... let's do a meme, gacked from the ever-lovely sullen_hearts 

1) Make a list of fifteen characters first, and keep it to yourself for the moment. (That way you're not leading the questions asked to fit the characters.)

2) Ask your flist to post questions in the comments.

For example:
'One, Nine, Fifteen and Three are chosen by a prophecy to save the world from Four. Do they succeed?'
'Under what circumstances might Five and Seven fall in love?'
'Which character on the list would you most want on your side in a zombie invasion?'

3) After your flist has asked enough questions, round them up and answer them using the characters you selected beforehand, then post them.


So, I have awesome friends. Unfortunately, the world is full of bastards, but somehow this only seems to make my friends more awesome. Triumph over adversity, perhaps. 

Anyway, this is a particuarly important example of awesome, which I really think everyone should read and remember that there are laws, that they have rights, and that the world is full of bastards. And also that my friends are awesome....

example (clicky clicky)


Ten Things...

...to Ten People


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In other news, I still haven't finished my dissertation. I wrote these in my internet-less hours this afternooon when I really should have been typing like a lunatic. Seems like there's no power strong enough to make me concentrate...even loss of internet and music gives rise to other, less productive thoughts

They're probably more fun for you to read though...

Yes, seriously! You'd have to impregnate me first, but I'd be entirely willing to give you the potential fruit of my loins in exchange for two tickets to the Libertines warm-up gig at the forum. It seems like a fair exchange
I'm not normally a fan of listing my good points, but now seems like a reasonable opportunity. And, when it comes down to it, genetics have been kind.
I have a good bone structure with high cheekbones, (naturally) blonde hair and moderately large blue eyes. Even when I screw up my eating habits altogether, my body remains happily at a healthy weight which shows, if nothing else, a resilience to being fucked up. I'm intelligent enough to be doing on target for a distinction at MA level, after graduating with a first (and the highest mark in my year) in English literature at cardiff last year. I'm musical and fiercely creative, can wink with both eyes and touch my nose with my tongue! What more can you want?
So there you go... my bid is on the table and a lot more serious than it sounds. If you want to take me up on it, just let me know..

2 steps forward and 3 steps back,

I will update soon. Meanwhile...

I have the strangest feeling that, no matter how often I tell lj I don't want to be notified about these snowflake gifts, I still will be. It's not even that I dislike them, as such. I just don't need 170+ emails in a day telling me about each one...

Oh well. At least they're representing a blizzard suitably accurately. I definately can't see through them.

Also, please comment with addresses if you want a Real Life Christmas card this year. I'm screening all my comments in advance

In the eye of the?

Dear world

There is a beautiful, by which I mean B E A U T I F U L meme over at eisenlunge's journal at present. You post a photo, and other people tell you what makes you beautiful. In other words, we're lathering each other in compliments and self-esteem. Do go and take part, even if you only think you might maybe want to a little. It's a guaranteed mood lift, and there are some very pretty people there indeed.

This is all



waiting in a photobooth, libs

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