very very rambly
Jan. 22nd, 2003 09:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spokelying in bed this morning after getting up at 6, the most ungodly hour, to take out the trash. i always stay awake anyway, to listen to Frank DeFord (i swear that's how it sounds) make his commentary on NPR. i don't even like sports; but he is a very snarky, intelligent commentater(i know i'm mis-spelling this-it looks like i'm trying to type 'potater'.) and i like him. this morning, it was the hypocrasy of major league football and other sports trying to distance themselves from gambling, when no scandal of that sort (involving the players, he was saying) has happened for decades, apparently. was very funny, as usual. :)
also, i was trying to remember a mostly me and a couple of guys, wandering fields that looked suspiciously like yards in my neighborhood (only far, far prettier nad larger. fairly certain there are no hills like that in florida.). and that i lived in this one-long-room apartment that should have seemed cramped, but didn't.
it was actually pretty, come to think of it. come in the door, there's an electric chandelier all the way at the end, over a nice table with bookshelves around it. all wood furniture, and the bookshelves close enough to grab a book without getting up. and the shower was on the side in a little alcove thing, so the place was shaped like a letter T on it's side.
just realized i had no kitchen. damn. good thing i don't live there. oh, and one of the guys ended up bringing me this series of trashy books (possibly bad science fiction or harlequin romance novels) that i did Not Want at all, but i took anyway, being all embarrased and feeling like i was having a tooth pulled, but he was so puppy-dog pleased that he found them all.
i have my little pictures i drew, but i'll have to wait to upload them, because this file is huge (1,431 KB) and i'm going to have to turn it into a bitmap. my sister's computer, which i am using, tried to freeze up just downloading this thing. then i'm going to have to manipulate it, cut out the squares that are any good, and get back online and upload them. i'll probably have to shut down and restart at some point. still, i will have new icons at some point today.
fell asleep thinking about - well, everything, but of what i want to actually talk about: i remembered one of my stories that feels like it should stay a series of poems.
The Column Way
One who is devoted
would surely walk the ways
bringing gifts to the temples; perhaps
or water from some long dead river...
here again are the crystal columns,
given the apperance of rust
by the Martian dust
The Bones of Mars
Now we trek, across red sands
and slowly as we draw near to them
the pryamids seem familiar to me,
calling echoes of Giza summers, music
of the dancers, and the wind in tents
As we stand at last in morning,
we gaze up in awe at mountains
and the various shades of the morning
make them as fire swept as death in my dreams
that have begun to slowly haunt me
By the fires of the night I dream
of a warrior-king, of terrible battle
of fire raging to create the sands,
where faintly as a veil through the dream,
I can see our camp; he looked at me!
As I wake I hear the voices
of my companions, who call to me
to come and see the tomb they found
chamber of a royal burial, where lie
treasures strangely shaped to our eyes
what i'm thinking (just this morning) is that maybe i should put the little ones first, work on some more (i have 5 right now, that i've found) and then let the long one (but it's the only one!) tell the story of the main guy, and once i've worked out what exactly happens to him, have some different points of view closing it out. say, the same little heavy poems, (which i've noticed as a pattern i fall into at times), but from different viewpoints. perhaps also a report or two from the colony/archeology expedition, back to earth.
problem? this was inspired, sometime last year or the year before, by a cheesy TV acrheology in Egypt thing. i remember watching this because i like Egpyt AND: there was a cute guy i recognised from somewhere else involved. ;) hoorah for hormones!
but i didn't tape it or anything! and i now i have no idea what to use to get back into this mood, to get the story moving again! i can see it; but it's like there's a glass wall or something between me and the place so that i can see but not /feel/.
also, alomost everything i write is in(tries to remember term from highschool english) freeform? no, that's swimming. free style? something like that, that implies not adhering to a poetic form. i mean, i'll fall into patterns, where i'll have something approching a chorus and some other forms, but it's never my trying to achieve a thing, like sestina or things. sestinas being the only old style i've seen that looks like i might want to try. usually, i just try to stick with my own rhythms, but this? (points up) is it just me, or is that longer piece feeling... eh. like i fell into some half-remembered thing from english class, and i just don't understand what i was trying to do.
i need to learn html, so i can use bloody italics.
was going to babble about other things...
oh! remembering The Story now. you know, that one big thing that you want to write, that you want to be remembered for? the story that just comes from your heart, no matter how long it takes you to get it right...
because i went to see this on a class field trip in grade school. absolutely loved it, even though it had way too much comedy, i thought, for the subject. but then, i was A Very Serious person as a child. i still am, but i have relaxed vastly by comparision to the child i remember watching this. but the relationship between the King and Anna; and Tuptim; and the head wife, Lady Tang? i always wondered how things would turn out there, what it would have been like if they'd gotten married, what relationships would have been like amoung the wives... i remember trying to work that out in my mind somewhat, who-would-react-how things...
and it just got kind of filed away for future referance. then, awhile back ( i have never been able to keep track of dates) (meaning numbers-numbers are evil. inherently so.)
any way, awhile back i saw Tenchi Muyo on cartoon network. it was bugging me for awhile, and i didn't get why, but (maybe first series, or something, i don't know what kinds of names or numbers are attached to the various Tenchi-universes) there's one that's really heavier on the drama than the normal comedy i'd been seeing.
Tenchi is fighting this villian named Kagato, and he's got the girls with him, scattered through out the ship. Kagato is mocking him, saying something to the effect of Tenchi is going to have to choose, going to have to leave someone behind. and Tenchi replies that "I would rather die, than leave any/one/ of them behind."
shiver. just shiver and aww-ing, because that's part of Him, part of The Guy that i'm imagining. and then watching the rest of it, and thinking that there was also something about Washu...
/then/, the movie 'Anna and the King.' and i was worried a little when i found out that the director had never seen the play, or even read it; but DAMN! okay, this has got to be one of the best movies i have ever seen. the imagery, the way they just captured everything. and the arrival of Tuptim, and the other wives getting her ready for her first night when the Emperor; and the arrival of Anna in the first place, and Jody Foster kicks ass as Anna, because /that/ is how she should be played. and Chow Yun Fat, who is equally a kick ass Emperor; he comes off as /so/ much warmer and more human than the play character. i mean... again, echoes in my mind; this is also part of The Guy.
but what i started to imagine, was - yes, it is noble to sacrifice for love, and heartbreaking for them to have to leave each other. but what about the other direction; my intial annoyed repsonse to Tenchi Muyo being 'okay, why the hell doesn't he just marry all of them then. that would solve everyone's problem, now wouldn't it?'
very, very annoyed by Tenchi Muyo at first.
and then i got to thinking about what ifs. what if, there were a society something like modern day China or Japan, wherein the practice of an Emperor having mulitiple wives, partly for purposes of political alliances, had existed, but it died out.
what if a situation came up, wherein the current Emperor needed to re-establish those sorts of close ties, in order to comabt the growing power of his own council. because the Council is all caught up in itself, in its own political power, and there's a threat coming they are too greed-blinded to see.
what happens then?
that's why Tenchi, to some degree; and especially Chow Yun Fat's Emperor, struck me so much: a man trying to balance love and a basically highwire act political situation. trying to be as fair as possible to all involved while at the same time being as ruthless/conventional as nessesary to keep his political alliances amoung the old families, the powerful houses and things.
i've got a lot of bits-and-peices world building right now; and muses involved who are primarily Tenchi Muyo characters, slowly shifting to OC as i remember things, or find things...
i think, though, that i've got a fair idea of who's who, at least in terms of who they started out as :
a very young Emperor: Tenchi/The King of Siam
his mom, believe it or not, as i have some vauge idea that his dad died too young, and she's stuck arranging marriages that would have traditionally been the father's jurisdiction, i don't know why; Ahjikca(i'm not sure of the spelling, but yes, Tenchi's mom)/head wife Lady Tang.
the somewhat older woman who's the Emperor's real love interest: Washu/Anna.
some idea on the others, but it's too vague to put words to.
edit= i'm back online, i have new icons. i figured out what i was doing wrong in regards to shrinking the other pictures i wanted, so i might change these again. sister's going to need the phone to call her doctor; i have no idea how long i'll be online.
looking at the above, i wonder why i sound like i'm twelve when i'm rambly...
also, i was trying to remember a mostly me and a couple of guys, wandering fields that looked suspiciously like yards in my neighborhood (only far, far prettier nad larger. fairly certain there are no hills like that in florida.). and that i lived in this one-long-room apartment that should have seemed cramped, but didn't.
it was actually pretty, come to think of it. come in the door, there's an electric chandelier all the way at the end, over a nice table with bookshelves around it. all wood furniture, and the bookshelves close enough to grab a book without getting up. and the shower was on the side in a little alcove thing, so the place was shaped like a letter T on it's side.
just realized i had no kitchen. damn. good thing i don't live there. oh, and one of the guys ended up bringing me this series of trashy books (possibly bad science fiction or harlequin romance novels) that i did Not Want at all, but i took anyway, being all embarrased and feeling like i was having a tooth pulled, but he was so puppy-dog pleased that he found them all.
i have my little pictures i drew, but i'll have to wait to upload them, because this file is huge (1,431 KB) and i'm going to have to turn it into a bitmap. my sister's computer, which i am using, tried to freeze up just downloading this thing. then i'm going to have to manipulate it, cut out the squares that are any good, and get back online and upload them. i'll probably have to shut down and restart at some point. still, i will have new icons at some point today.
fell asleep thinking about - well, everything, but of what i want to actually talk about: i remembered one of my stories that feels like it should stay a series of poems.
The Column Way
One who is devoted
would surely walk the ways
bringing gifts to the temples; perhaps
or water from some long dead river...
here again are the crystal columns,
given the apperance of rust
by the Martian dust
The Bones of Mars
Now we trek, across red sands
and slowly as we draw near to them
the pryamids seem familiar to me,
calling echoes of Giza summers, music
of the dancers, and the wind in tents
As we stand at last in morning,
we gaze up in awe at mountains
and the various shades of the morning
make them as fire swept as death in my dreams
that have begun to slowly haunt me
By the fires of the night I dream
of a warrior-king, of terrible battle
of fire raging to create the sands,
where faintly as a veil through the dream,
I can see our camp; he looked at me!
As I wake I hear the voices
of my companions, who call to me
to come and see the tomb they found
chamber of a royal burial, where lie
treasures strangely shaped to our eyes
what i'm thinking (just this morning) is that maybe i should put the little ones first, work on some more (i have 5 right now, that i've found) and then let the long one (but it's the only one!) tell the story of the main guy, and once i've worked out what exactly happens to him, have some different points of view closing it out. say, the same little heavy poems, (which i've noticed as a pattern i fall into at times), but from different viewpoints. perhaps also a report or two from the colony/archeology expedition, back to earth.
problem? this was inspired, sometime last year or the year before, by a cheesy TV acrheology in Egypt thing. i remember watching this because i like Egpyt AND: there was a cute guy i recognised from somewhere else involved. ;) hoorah for hormones!
but i didn't tape it or anything! and i now i have no idea what to use to get back into this mood, to get the story moving again! i can see it; but it's like there's a glass wall or something between me and the place so that i can see but not /feel/.
also, alomost everything i write is in(tries to remember term from highschool english) freeform? no, that's swimming. free style? something like that, that implies not adhering to a poetic form. i mean, i'll fall into patterns, where i'll have something approching a chorus and some other forms, but it's never my trying to achieve a thing, like sestina or things. sestinas being the only old style i've seen that looks like i might want to try. usually, i just try to stick with my own rhythms, but this? (points up) is it just me, or is that longer piece feeling... eh. like i fell into some half-remembered thing from english class, and i just don't understand what i was trying to do.
i need to learn html, so i can use bloody italics.
was going to babble about other things...
oh! remembering The Story now. you know, that one big thing that you want to write, that you want to be remembered for? the story that just comes from your heart, no matter how long it takes you to get it right...
because i went to see this on a class field trip in grade school. absolutely loved it, even though it had way too much comedy, i thought, for the subject. but then, i was A Very Serious person as a child. i still am, but i have relaxed vastly by comparision to the child i remember watching this. but the relationship between the King and Anna; and Tuptim; and the head wife, Lady Tang? i always wondered how things would turn out there, what it would have been like if they'd gotten married, what relationships would have been like amoung the wives... i remember trying to work that out in my mind somewhat, who-would-react-how things...
and it just got kind of filed away for future referance. then, awhile back ( i have never been able to keep track of dates) (meaning numbers-numbers are evil. inherently so.)
any way, awhile back i saw Tenchi Muyo on cartoon network. it was bugging me for awhile, and i didn't get why, but (maybe first series, or something, i don't know what kinds of names or numbers are attached to the various Tenchi-universes) there's one that's really heavier on the drama than the normal comedy i'd been seeing.
Tenchi is fighting this villian named Kagato, and he's got the girls with him, scattered through out the ship. Kagato is mocking him, saying something to the effect of Tenchi is going to have to choose, going to have to leave someone behind. and Tenchi replies that "I would rather die, than leave any/one/ of them behind."
shiver. just shiver and aww-ing, because that's part of Him, part of The Guy that i'm imagining. and then watching the rest of it, and thinking that there was also something about Washu...
/then/, the movie 'Anna and the King.' and i was worried a little when i found out that the director had never seen the play, or even read it; but DAMN! okay, this has got to be one of the best movies i have ever seen. the imagery, the way they just captured everything. and the arrival of Tuptim, and the other wives getting her ready for her first night when the Emperor; and the arrival of Anna in the first place, and Jody Foster kicks ass as Anna, because /that/ is how she should be played. and Chow Yun Fat, who is equally a kick ass Emperor; he comes off as /so/ much warmer and more human than the play character. i mean... again, echoes in my mind; this is also part of The Guy.
but what i started to imagine, was - yes, it is noble to sacrifice for love, and heartbreaking for them to have to leave each other. but what about the other direction; my intial annoyed repsonse to Tenchi Muyo being 'okay, why the hell doesn't he just marry all of them then. that would solve everyone's problem, now wouldn't it?'
very, very annoyed by Tenchi Muyo at first.
and then i got to thinking about what ifs. what if, there were a society something like modern day China or Japan, wherein the practice of an Emperor having mulitiple wives, partly for purposes of political alliances, had existed, but it died out.
what if a situation came up, wherein the current Emperor needed to re-establish those sorts of close ties, in order to comabt the growing power of his own council. because the Council is all caught up in itself, in its own political power, and there's a threat coming they are too greed-blinded to see.
what happens then?
that's why Tenchi, to some degree; and especially Chow Yun Fat's Emperor, struck me so much: a man trying to balance love and a basically highwire act political situation. trying to be as fair as possible to all involved while at the same time being as ruthless/conventional as nessesary to keep his political alliances amoung the old families, the powerful houses and things.
i've got a lot of bits-and-peices world building right now; and muses involved who are primarily Tenchi Muyo characters, slowly shifting to OC as i remember things, or find things...
i think, though, that i've got a fair idea of who's who, at least in terms of who they started out as :
a very young Emperor: Tenchi/The King of Siam
his mom, believe it or not, as i have some vauge idea that his dad died too young, and she's stuck arranging marriages that would have traditionally been the father's jurisdiction, i don't know why; Ahjikca(i'm not sure of the spelling, but yes, Tenchi's mom)/head wife Lady Tang.
the somewhat older woman who's the Emperor's real love interest: Washu/Anna.
some idea on the others, but it's too vague to put words to.
edit= i'm back online, i have new icons. i figured out what i was doing wrong in regards to shrinking the other pictures i wanted, so i might change these again. sister's going to need the phone to call her doctor; i have no idea how long i'll be online.
looking at the above, i wonder why i sound like i'm twelve when i'm rambly...
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Date: 2003-01-22 10:37 am (UTC)"I would rather die, than leave any/one/ of them behind."
Yes! Yes. There's Harry, and Aragorn, and Miles Vorkosigan... that I will not leave you behind which just twinges inside.
I highly recommend the final series, Tenchi in Tokyo... the middle episodes are very silly, but the bookends give the most wonderful explanation why he can't just pick one and get it over with.
But most of all, I really think you should see Tenchi Muyo in Love. Ironically it has nothing to do with Tenchi's romance... rather it has everything to do with his parents, and the unspoken secret of Jurai. I've seen a lot of anime movies, and that remains my favorite. You'll see it referenced in the first Tenchi series, during an extra long episode about the snow... which I really ought to locate... In any case, that movie's sure to get the creative juices flowing.
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Date: 2003-01-22 11:02 am (UTC)i loved the scenes where Tenchi's mom transforms to fight. and when the 'rescue squad' comes in, only to end up standing there after grabbing them, staring at the coolness that is Tenchi's mom. (augh! i still can't remember how to spell it!)
i think i even taped it, i have to look for that...
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Date: 2003-01-22 11:52 am (UTC)