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So I was cool with Matt Ruff's Set This House in Order. But then I got to the middle and it was like HOLY SHIT ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! And now it's even more awesome. We're reading it this month for Book Club, but I will write more later once I've finished, and have read the links provided by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jesse_the_k about people with MPD DID who actually read it.
ladyjax and other people on my LJ friends list have this meme:
When you see this, post your favorite poem in your journal.
In general, I detest poetry. I especially loathe hearing it spoken out loud. I only like reading poetry written on the page. I know that doesn't make any sense. Anyway, there are three poems I like.
"The Second Coming" by William Butler Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
"Evangeline" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [It goes on forever, so I only post the prologue.]
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it
Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?
Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers --
Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands,
Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven?
Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever departed!
Scattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty blasts of October
Seize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean.
Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand-Pre.
Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient,
Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of woman's devotion,
List to the mournful tradition still sung by the pines of the forest;
List to a Tale of Love in Acadie, home of the happy.
"The Waste Land" by T.S. Eliot [Also long! I only post a section of it here.]
What is that noise?'
The wind under the door.
'What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?'
Nothing again nothing.
'Do
'You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
'Nothing?'
I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
'Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?'
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag—
It's so elegant
So intelligent
'What shall I do now? What shall I do?'
'I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
'With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?
'What shall we ever do?'
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halfamoon rec I have so far is this video. WATCH IT! AMAZING!
I loveoyceter's round-up of 2008 manga here. I agree with everything I've read (Vampire Knight, Sand Chronicles, Gunslinger Girl, Azumanga Daioh, NANA, xxxHolic, Tsubasa Chronicles, Emma, After School Nightmare, Cantarella), and would like to read everything else she recommends.
jesse_the_k about people with ladyjax and other people on my LJ friends list have this meme:When you see this, post your favorite poem in your journal.
In general, I detest poetry. I especially loathe hearing it spoken out loud. I only like reading poetry written on the page. I know that doesn't make any sense. Anyway, there are three poems I like.
"The Second Coming" by William Butler Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
"Evangeline" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [It goes on forever, so I only post the prologue.]
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it
Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?
Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers --
Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands,
Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven?
Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever departed!
Scattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty blasts of October
Seize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean.
Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand-Pre.
Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient,
Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of woman's devotion,
List to the mournful tradition still sung by the pines of the forest;
List to a Tale of Love in Acadie, home of the happy.
"The Waste Land" by T.S. Eliot [Also long! I only post a section of it here.]
What is that noise?'
The wind under the door.
'What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?'
Nothing again nothing.
'Do
'You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
'Nothing?'
I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
'Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?'
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag—
It's so elegant
So intelligent
'What shall I do now? What shall I do?'
'I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
'With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?
'What shall we ever do?'
The best
halfamoon rec I have so far is this video. WATCH IT! AMAZING!I love
oyceter's round-up of 2008 manga here. I agree with everything I've read (Vampire Knight, Sand Chronicles, Gunslinger Girl, Azumanga Daioh, NANA, xxxHolic, Tsubasa Chronicles, Emma, After School Nightmare, Cantarella), and would like to read everything else she recommends.
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Also, mad props on "The Waste Land". I love it.
My favorite poem (which is significantly shorter) is tattoed on my arm.
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When I post about it, I am planning on linking to your DeviantART piece about DID!
And thank you for the correction: I'll make sure to note that in book club, that we should refer to it as DID instead of MPD. In fact, one of the characters makes a sarcastic comment like, "I'm sorry, it's DID, bwahahaha correctness what a joke." And I was like, really?
Some of the reveals are really interesting, IMO, and make the book worth reading, but I'm waiting until the end to pass judgment. The book won the Tiptree Award a few years ago for "exploring/pushing the boundaries of gender" (the purpose of the Tiptree), so it's relatively well-known in the Feminist Sci-Fi circle. Thus far, I find the plot intriguing and a relatively quick read, considering how long it is (close to 500 pages).
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Of course, that is just my opinion, and you will run into a lot of multiples online who flatly reject disordered multiplicity altogether and resent any connection to the terms. I've been around the block with multiple 'communities', both very close to disordered multiplicity, and those who vehemently reject it and attack anyone who tries to define themselves through labels like DID. It's exhausting to actually try and advocate anything regarding this subject, because (like any group of people), there really is no consensus on what should be advocated. I am mostly concerned with disordered multiplicity because it has made up the majority of my experience with people who had it.
I posted a link in my journal a few days back to the Showtime site for "United States of Tara": http://www.sho.com/site/tara/did.do I highly recommend that you and the people in the club watch that video. It helps dispel some of the stereotypes and sensationalism of the disorder and it really impressed me.
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