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[reenka]

Until one day, I looked across the hall to see him staring back at me. At that moment, I knew...Harry Potter hated me. Hated me enough to fuck me into the ground.
    muwahahahaha. why did i never see this fic before?? *diesdiesdies* i am so easy. ahahaha. but still. still! the truth is, mock my favorite pairing, and i will love you. i am masochistic like that. how sad... but pleasurable for me. hee.

found in a reverie, which has fanfic & fanart, though mostly i'm squeeing over the fanart. `cause, eeeeeee! finally! fairytale!h/d. *beams* also, one of the sweetest h/d pics ever. awww. i really like this one of kate's. and yana's (IAMSUCHADORK!!) and this is so the illustration to my last fic..!..!..!! omg, i'msoinlove!! *swooooon*!! (and more fluffy h/d lurve swooning..!..! eeeeeeeeee!)

somewhat randomly, it's rather disturbing to realize that pretty much all the fictional couples i've ever liked have been "famous for their discord". at least 95%. that's just weird, isn't it? i'm contrary by nature, but it's not like i bicker pointlessly like that with people i love. i don't know -why- i'm so brought low by it. but really, you can see it everywhere. even in my love for `the princess bride'. it's everywhere, man. scary.

...also, crimson_stained wrote h/d poetry inspired by `in dialogia', which remains one of my top 5 favorite h/d...er... things. *swooning*
    sometimes i think that poetry really is the language of love. the way you can say things in metaphor, encompass more, be more honest, get to the quick of things and bite down on the essence, drawing blood. no matter what i say, or do, or think, in the end i come back to this: love, and words, and a love for words, and an entangling where you can't tell where one ends and the other begins.
    love like a wound: poetry like blood.

Comments

[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

hmmm. well, it's hard to confuse me, so you're safe there. i'm pretty sure you'd have to really -try- before i'm well and confused. heh.
but yah. i wasn't really talking about poetry in general as much as poetry in relation to love. poetry in general can be many, many things.
compare and contrast emily dickinson, e.e. cummings, neruda, robert frost, may sarton, adrienne rich, ai & maya angelou. *smirks*
some of them talk about the most mundane things in the most mundane of ways. some obfuscate instead of clarify. some don't reference their own lives at all, some just describe nature in a very precise way, some use it as a way to tell a story, some use it in an entirely abstract way, to play with words and not really worry about meaning.

poetry & love are a lot of things to a lot of people. i suppose you could say that poetry is -stronger-, more concentrated somehow, but even that isn't true for anyone but the people who are -sensitive- to it. so one could only really pinpoint what it is to -them-, and perhaps generalize into -movements- of poetry (-maybe-), but it would be hard to actually say something coherent about the thing itself, even though people have certainly tried, from plato onwards.

i find it interesting that a lot of contemporary poets are disconnected from the richness of the poetic history that has gone before, and mostly only measure its breadth through the breadth that's apparent within their own writing. this leaves the academics to write a totally different sort of poetry from the rest of the poets. sigh. poetry for the people vs. poetry for the elite.

but yes, depends if you mean to extend your definitions beyond yourself, as with most things ~:)

and oh, let me know if you want an lj code >:D