beatles lucy [lovesomemore]

mememememe

The Rules: Don’t take too long to think about it. Fifteen authors (poets included) who have influenced you and will always stick with you. List the first 15 you can recall in no more than 15 minutes, and they don’t have to be listed in order of relevance to you.

I’ve included essayists and lyricists, too. This is really hard without having my bookshelf in front of me!

1. Italo Calvino
2. Kate Atkinson
3. Cormac McCarthy
4. J. K. Rowling
5. William Carlos Williams
6. Roland Barthes
7. Jeanette Winterson
8. Angela Carter
8. Carol Ann Duffy
9. George Mackay Brown
10. Ian McEwan
11. George Harrison/Paul McCartney/John Lennon (heh, is that cheating?)
12. Brian Jacques
13. Antoine de Saint-Exupery
14. Beatrix Potter
15. Robin Pecknold (Fleet Foxes)

Originally published at Eastern Glow | Calligraphilia. You can comment here or there.

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birds [enriana]

hamnavoe, george mackay brown

Hamnavoe
by George Mackay Brown

My father passed with his penny letters
Through closes opening and shutting like legends
       When barbarous with gulls
       Hamnavoe’s morning broke

On the salt and tar steps. Herring boats,
Puffing red sails, the tillers
       Of cold horizons, leaned
       Down the gull-gaunt tide

And threw dark nets on sudden silver harvests.
A stallion at the sweet fountain
       Dredged water, and touched
       Fire from steel-kissed cobbles.

Hard on noon four bearded merchants
Past the pipe-spitting pier-head strolled,
       Holy with greed, chanting
       Their slow grave jargon.

A tinker keen like a tartan gull
At cuithe-hung doors. A crofter lass
       Trudged through the lavish dung
       In a dream of corn-stalks and milk.

In the Arctic Whaler three blue elbows fell,
Regular as waves, from beards spumy with porter,
       Till the amber day ebbed out
       To its black dregs.

The boats drove furrows homeward, like ploughmen
In blizzards of gulls. Gaelic fisher-girls
       Flashed knife and dirge
       Over drifts of herring.

And boys with penny wands lured gleams
From tangled veins of the flood. Houses went blind
       Up one steep close, for a
       Grief by the shrouded nets.

The kirk, in a gale of psalms, went heaving through
A tumult of roofs, freighted for heaven. And lovers
       Unblessed by steeples lay under
       The buttered bannock of the moon.

He quenched his lantern, leaving the last door.
Because of his gay poverty that kept
       my seapink innocence
       From the worm and black wind;

And because, under equality’s sun,
All things wear now to a common soiling,
       In the fire of images
       Gladly I put my hand
       To save that day for him.

Originally published at Eastern Glow/Calligraphilia. You can comment here or there.

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birds [enriana]

npm: t. s. eliot

Burnt Norton (no. 1 of ‘Four Quartets’), by T. S. Eliot

Because of this:

Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.

Also, because it makes me think of Eastertime; it seems to be tradition for various people on the internet (I’m lookin’ at you, Mel & Rachel) to post the FQ around this time, and I can never resist reading it.

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birds [enriana]

mis.cell.an.e.o.us

BBC Radio 4 are have made available their American Authors Collection. “To tie in with Mark Lawson’s landmark Capturing America series, Front Row presents author interviews recorded between 1998 and 2009.” Including Don DeLillo, Toni Morrison, Walter Mosley, Philip Roth… Man, I wish this had been available while I was doing my degree.

Zoe Saldana: a selective filmography picspam. *admires*

The UK season five premiere of Supernatural has been treated to some inspired advertising from the Living team. Someone goes around putting rings of salt around bemused Londoners. Tear-out pentagrams in the Metro. The Marble Arch crumbles. And my favourite: bus stops actually filled with ‘holy water’. “In case of demons, break glass.” Hee!

SPN fic rec: Now Wait for Last Year, by kellifer_fic . Gen. AU. “Dean was made to be a Big Brother, he just wasn’t made to last.” My heart went CRACK when I read this. This sequel’s even more bittersweet than the first.

RPS fic rec: And behind this door…, by indysaur . “A love story based on Pixar’s Monsters Inc.” Another bittersweet one, but there’s a happy ending, I promise.

Originally published at Eastern Glow/Calligraphilia. You can comment here or there.

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quick recs: spn, tattoos & weddings

The Excellent Glass of the Body, by roque_clasique  . "And Ellen remembers a lot of things – remembers the moment she’d felt Jo leave her body, remembers brushing her blonde hair and how she’d scream when the brush hit a snarl, remembers purple snowsuits and Jo asleep in the car and how Bill carried her like he was carrying his own heart outside of his chest – and in a brief snatch she remembers that conversation with Diane, so long ago." Absolutely beautiful. Ellen and Jo. Gen. PG-13.

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I've wanted a tattoo for years and years, and Fuck Yeah, Tattoos! is giving me IDEAS. (And ideas of what NOT to do, criiiinge.)

I've become a bit addicted to Offbeat Bride. Through it, I've discovered weddings with pumpkins and mothers, and weddings told cinematically (what? that's so a word), circus-themed weddings, and weddings full of rainbows. And everyone's so happy in the photos! It's infectious.
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beatles lucy [lovesomemore]

once in a blue moon

There's a blue moon tonight and it's actually making the clouds around it black-blue. Very eery, especially after watching the BBC's newest adaptation of The Turn of the Screw. I never want to hear children laugh again.

And...HAPPY NEW YEAR!! May you and yours be healthy and happy throughout 2010. *clinks glasses*

P.S. I'm currently in a different decade to the Americans/Canadians on my list. What a crazy thought!
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