October 17th, 2004


Well, there's a thing

I hadn't thought this was actually going to happen, but it seems that I am actually going to be attending the Spike/Angel thrash at York Hall, Halloween weekend. Jane Espenson has agreed to take part in a panel on the writing of the show and the writing of associated and fan fiction, and they need me to moderate it.

So when I get to be a programme item again at a Buffy convention, it is not as eminent critic of the show, but as femslash writer. Which is ironic if you care to think of it that way.


In honour of the interest a small press has started to show in the memoir, I unblocked myself the other night and started a new chapter. Which included at least one sentence, a propos of the desperately screwed up relationship the chapter is about, which I really like - 'Love was moving in on me like a barracuda.'
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Poetry Thing

An utterly charming, if disreputably misogynist, poem by Yeats, from memory...

Never give all the heart, for love
will hardly seem worth thinking of
to passionate women, if it seem
certain, and they never dream
that it dies out from kiss to kiss.
For every thing uncertain is
part of a dreamy warm delight.
O never give the heart outright
for they for all fond lips may say
have given their hearts up to the play
and who can play it well enough
if blind and dumb and sick with love.
I say all this and count the cost,
for I gave all my heart and lost.

On checking, memory not quite accurate: 'But a brief dreamy kind delight' 'smooth lips' 'deaf and dumb and blind'' he who says this'. Still, given I learned it thirty odd years ago, not so bad...

I think we should all stick in something we've written as well - here is the one poem from my poetaster period that I bother repeating.

In China, craftsmen carve for many years
globes within globes, etched with designs of beasts-
tigers, and dragons. In the smallest globe,
is emptiness to small for us to see,
for them to carve...
And you my love have made
your heart just such a globe
polished and round and perfect even in its hollowness
and now you show us all your sculptured beasts
and you expect us to applaud your skill.

And finally, some fic.

This is the story I was trying to write for Selena when she was in hospital. And I really miss having her to tell me where it's gone squishy. Still, sometimes the important thing is that you finally get something done so that you can move on from it. Collapse )

I'm not wholly happy with that, but I really have got to spend the week's spare energy working on 'Heathers' so it will have to do for the moment...
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