~~fling into spring
Mar. 25th, 2003 06:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
reenka...it may seem like i never talk about beauty, or love, or sort of those small, secret things that would unfurl gently and whisper to you about who you really want to be, but....
i think i do. or maybe i forget. every now again, i feel like making an entry here vs. my "personal" space, where i don't try to make sense, necessarily, simply because it may seem that way, but words aren't really that much about sense, to me, and more about flow and expression and wonder. just, i touch them and they respond, like living things-- i can hear them like tones in my head, like colors. they dance and move and they speak to me, in screams and whispers and subvocal vibrations, thrumming through me, making me become something else, if only for a moment.
always, i am always trying to express "it"-- that -thing-, that feeling, that realization, everything sort of twined together and senseless, otherwise. sometimes i feel like i took a few steps forward, but mostly i'm just taking steps sideways and around. sometimes i think it's like walking up stairs, but most of the time i'm just falling and not even caring. like i'm alice, and i've been falling down the rabbit hole so long, i forgot what the "real" world was like, back when i was a "normal" girl who wasn't too big and too small, who could read the signs and get out of the maze.
and i want stories like that. i want connections like that, where harry is alice and alice is that ghost i remember, and that ghost is sort of like the butterfly in `the last unicorn' and that butterfly, he reminds me of myself. i thought it was so great that cassie claire said in a thread on FA, that she initially intended the Trilogy as a pastiche. i want to laugh and laugh at the people who're so uptight, clinging to this one world, this one character. it's its own sort of fun, but there are different amusements, different twirly whirly delights to be had, writing about things outside of your head, inviting them inside, where they say hello to all your other residents.
that's why i want people (anyone) to write hp fic within fairytale plot-lines, to write harry as janet in `tam lin' and harry as alice and draco as the one with the heart of ice, narcissa as the Evil Queen and voldemort, he can be baba yaga. hee.
what was i saying? oh yes, it's a wonderful day, all spring-like and not-too-warm and woozy. yeay. i have a skirt on-- it's green and bronze and gold. it twirls and it reminds me of clouds and rain and skip-skip-skipping because you can. i believe in love, you know, because i believe in joy and rainclouds. at least, that's what i thought when i was little, and i still think that. everything is connected-- i think of clouds and i think of peter pan, and stars and wishes and knowing the answers without knowing any words.
and just because maybe you understand even if i can't explain it.
~~
EDIT -
He turned to Malfoy. "How nice of an arse are we talking about?"
...`it's all about the subterfuge', yes. so wrong, really, but i love it :D
because. kicking! boys! kicking! boys~! waaaahhhhh.
i think i do. or maybe i forget. every now again, i feel like making an entry here vs. my "personal" space, where i don't try to make sense, necessarily, simply because it may seem that way, but words aren't really that much about sense, to me, and more about flow and expression and wonder. just, i touch them and they respond, like living things-- i can hear them like tones in my head, like colors. they dance and move and they speak to me, in screams and whispers and subvocal vibrations, thrumming through me, making me become something else, if only for a moment.
always, i am always trying to express "it"-- that -thing-, that feeling, that realization, everything sort of twined together and senseless, otherwise. sometimes i feel like i took a few steps forward, but mostly i'm just taking steps sideways and around. sometimes i think it's like walking up stairs, but most of the time i'm just falling and not even caring. like i'm alice, and i've been falling down the rabbit hole so long, i forgot what the "real" world was like, back when i was a "normal" girl who wasn't too big and too small, who could read the signs and get out of the maze.
and i want stories like that. i want connections like that, where harry is alice and alice is that ghost i remember, and that ghost is sort of like the butterfly in `the last unicorn' and that butterfly, he reminds me of myself. i thought it was so great that cassie claire said in a thread on FA, that she initially intended the Trilogy as a pastiche. i want to laugh and laugh at the people who're so uptight, clinging to this one world, this one character. it's its own sort of fun, but there are different amusements, different twirly whirly delights to be had, writing about things outside of your head, inviting them inside, where they say hello to all your other residents.
that's why i want people (anyone) to write hp fic within fairytale plot-lines, to write harry as janet in `tam lin' and harry as alice and draco as the one with the heart of ice, narcissa as the Evil Queen and voldemort, he can be baba yaga. hee.
what was i saying? oh yes, it's a wonderful day, all spring-like and not-too-warm and woozy. yeay. i have a skirt on-- it's green and bronze and gold. it twirls and it reminds me of clouds and rain and skip-skip-skipping because you can. i believe in love, you know, because i believe in joy and rainclouds. at least, that's what i thought when i was little, and i still think that. everything is connected-- i think of clouds and i think of peter pan, and stars and wishes and knowing the answers without knowing any words.
and just because maybe you understand even if i can't explain it.
~~
EDIT -
He turned to Malfoy. "How nice of an arse are we talking about?"
...`it's all about the subterfuge', yes. so wrong, really, but i love it :D
because. kicking! boys! kicking! boys~! waaaahhhhh.
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overly-flowery metaphors
Date: 2003-03-26 08:05 am (UTC)everything is connected-- i think of clouds and i think of peter pan, and stars and wishes and knowing the answers without knowing any words.
Do you know the books of Francesca Lia Block? Her writing reminds me of you quite a bit. And just the way she talks it's just exactly you, full of fairy tale imagery, her view of the world is tangible with each sentence she writes. You should read her stuff if you haven't.
Must go finish my evil French oral now.