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Wednesday, June 17th, 2009

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12:43p
We don't always see eye to eye
But China Mieville is the right stuff when writing, but also when reading, fantasy and manages to turn a discussion Tolkien into one of the best manifestos for fantasy writing that I have come across in a while.

Yes, to all of it. That's what we are trying to do and that is why Tolkien is the Inescapable Father even for those of us who would rather sever a digit than write a quest fantasy.

Tnanks to supergee and andrewducker
12:47p
This would have been Selena's birthday.

Part of Rilke's first Duino elegy, I think...In the Albert Ernest Flemming translation

Of course, it is strange to inhabit the earth no longer,
to no longer use skills on had barely time to acquire;
not to observe roses and other things that promised
so much in terms of a human future, no longer
to be what one was in infinitely anxious hands;
to even discard one's own name as easily as a child
abandons a broken toy.
Strange, not to desire to continue wishing one's wishes.
Strange to notice all that was related, fluttering
so loosely in space. And being dead is hard work
and full of retrieving before one can gradually feel a
trace of eternity. -Yes, but the liviing make
the mistake of drawing too sharp a distinction.
Angels (they say) are often unable to distinguish
between moving among the living or the dead.
The eternal torrent whirls all ages along with it,
through both realms forever, and their voices are lost in
its thunderous roar.

In the end the early departed have no longer
need of us. One is gently weaned from things
of this world as a child outgrows the need
of its mother's breast. But we who have need
of those great mysteries, we for whom grief is
so often the source of spiritual growth,
could we exist without them?
Is the legend vain that tells of music's beginning
in the midst of the mourning for Linos?
the daring first sounds of song piercing
the barren numbness, and how in that stunned space
an almost godlike youth suddenly left forever,
and the emptiness felt for the first time
those harmonious vibrations which now enrapture
and comfort and help us.

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