Poem #23: September

Sep. 23rd, 2017 10:35 am
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This one is, unfortunately, still pertinent.

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September, 1918

This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight;
The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves;
The sidewalks shone like alleys of dropped maple leaves,
And the houses ran along them laughing out of square, open windows.
Under a tree in the park,
Two little boys, lying flat on their faces,
Were carefully gathering red berries
To put in a pasteboard box.
Some day there will be no war,
Then I shall take out this afternoon
And turn it in my fingers,
And remark the sweet taste of it upon my palate,
And note the crisp variety of its flights of leaves.
To-day I can only gather it
And put it into my lunch-box,
For I have time for nothing
But the endeavour to balance myself
Upon a broken world.


~~Amy Lowell
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 My contribution to the sub-compilation on Subcreation for Silm40.

Title: Hearing the Music
Summary: At Cuivienen, the first Eldar hear the echo of the Music of the Ainur in the waters.
Rating: General - no warnings.
 

It is said by the Eldar that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance that is in this Earth. (Ainulindale)

‘Listen, oh listen!’ cried Enelye.
‘The sound of flowing water?’ asked Tatie.
‘It is a world,’ mused Enel.
‘But is it this world?’ asked Iminye.
‘Or another one?’ asked Imin.
‘Can we make it?’ asked Tata.
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The Dwarves come into Beleriand by Robinka. The dwarves arrive in Beleriand

The fates of our kin by LadyBrooke. It is an ill omen when a Prince of Doriath appears in the tent of a Dwarf without any weapons and lowers himself to sit beneath her while they speak of important matters. (Short Story)




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Poem #22: Septmeber 1815

Sep. 22nd, 2017 11:20 am
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September 1815

WHILE not a leaf seems faded; while the fields,
With ripening harvest prodigally fair,
In brightest sunshine bask; this nipping air,
Sent from some distant clime where Winter wields
His icy scimitar, a foretaste yields
Of bitter change, and bids the flowers beware;
And whispers to the silent birds, 'Prepare
Against the threatening foe your trustiest shields.'
For me, who under kindlier laws belong
To Nature's tuneful quire, this rustling dry
Through leaves yet green, and yon crystalline sky,
Announce a season potent to renew,
'Mid frost and snow, the instinctive joys of song,
And nobler cares than listless summer knew.


~~ William Wordsworth
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Fëanor Makes The Silmarils by Alikuu. Fëanor experiments with the light-retaining properties of Silima in the privacy of his forge. (Artwork)

The Creation of the Silmarils by Amyfortuna. Fëanor's creation of the Silmarils, in the form of a sestina. (Poetry)




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Poem #21: September Midnight

Sep. 21st, 2017 12:25 pm
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September Midnight

Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer,
Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,
Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,
Ceaseless, insistent.

The grasshopper’s horn, and far-off, high in the maples,
The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence
Under a moon waning and worn, broken,
Tired with summer.

Let me remember you, voices of little insects,
Weeds in the moonlight, fields that are tangled with asters,
Let me remember, soon will the winter be on us,
Snow-hushed and heavy.

Over my soul murmur your mute benediction,
While I gaze, O fields that rest after harvest,
As those who part look long in the eyes they lean to,
Lest they forget them.


~~ Sara Teasdale
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Bewildered by Dawn Felagund. Not all of the Eldar believed Valinor would be superior to Middle-earth. Having followed the man she loves from the land she loved also, Miriel struggles to cope with a strange life in a strange new land. (Short Story)




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Sep. 20th, 2017 03:06 pm
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L'shanah tovah u’metukah! For a good and sweet year!

Be Afraid. Be Very Very Afraid. II

Sep. 20th, 2017 09:54 am
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Guys, CALL!! They're 2 votes from killing the ACA. Congressional staffers say they were inundated with calls before. Now they say they are getting THREE OR FOUR. Call. Call. Call. Every. Day. (202) 224-3121.

health care part 3
--The above was snagged from my fb page.

Poem #20: Sonnet 73

Sep. 20th, 2017 06:59 am
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Another autumn poem and another love poem. You can never go wrong with a Shakespeare sonnet.

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Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.


~~ William Shakespeare
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Paths to Good Intentions by just_jenni. Melian is bored and travels to Arda to see the Quendi. She meets Elwe. His people wonder where he is.




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Poem #19: Autumn

Sep. 19th, 2017 12:16 pm
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Autumn Song

Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf
Knowest thou not? and how the chief
Of joys seems—not to suffer pain?

Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels like a dried sheaf
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?


~~ Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Dragons

Sep. 19th, 2017 08:30 am
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We were not born in Cuiviénen by Lyra. Morwë tells Oromë about the origins of his people, contradicting some stories the Vala had heard earlier.






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Poem #18: The Tyger

Sep. 18th, 2017 07:25 am
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Simply one of my all time favorites.

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The Tyger

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?


~~ William Blake
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Turn All Your Flesh As Gold by anthropologyarda. Aulë's expertise does not lie in lungs and sinews. Mairon teaches his Master more than he intends.






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[admin post] Admin Post: September 2017 Challenge: Ancestors

Sep. 17th, 2017 04:51 pm
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SWG September 2017 Challenge Ancestors

As we celebrate the 40th anniversary of the publication of The Silmarillion and in honor of Grandparents' Day, this month's theme is Ancestors. For this month's challenge, create a fanwork in which a character's resemblance or connection to an ancestor plays a central role. This challenge is completely open, without prompts, although feel free to use the comments to ask for or suggest more specific prompt ideas if you want.

Since I held off on announcing the new challenge because of Silmarillion40, then the deadline will be extended this month. If you want your fanwork to receive a creator stamp, it will need to be posted to the archive (or our DW or LJ for formats other than writing and podfic) no later than October 12. As with the Song of Exile, if you are writing for Silmarillion40 and wish to use the Ancestors challenge in your Silmarillion40 entry, please just let me know when you send in your Silmarillion40 piece, and I will award you your stamp.

I also never posted a links list for last month's challenge, Song of Exile. (We'll blame Silmarillion40 again for that too. ;) Click below the cut for list of last month's challenge entries and please consider leaving a comment if you enjoy an author's work! Remember that stamps for review challenges never expire, so you can keep adding to your stamp collection by showing love to our challenge creators if you want. However, if you need a reviewer stamp for May's Hero's Journey Matryoshka challenge or earlier, please let me know in a comment or an email to moderator@silmarillionwritersguild.org.

August Song of Exile Challenge Stories )

Some final housekeeping ... I have not begun stamps yet for the Song of Exile challenge. Let's blame Silmarillion40 again for that, shall we? As I settle into the daily routine of the collection (and as the school year settles into a routine too), I will begin working on this. I appreciate everyone's patience these last few chaotic months!

If you're new to our challenges, you can find full guidelines--as well as past challenges--here.

Dear Trick or Treat Writer

Sep. 17th, 2017 11:03 pm
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Dear writer,

I’m very excited the winter exchange season is starting up again. It’s always my fave end of the year event, and I hope you end up having fun with whatever characters/prompts you end up picking! And in case none of the prompts in my sign-up appeal, here is a list of more general likes/tropes/kinks. I'd be more than happy to receive a story based on any of this, even if it's not something I listed as a prompt. Furthermore, I ship some of the people I requested, but I'm well aware that not everyone ships these characters or that we might only match on one character. So even though I listed several shippy prompts, I'd be just as happy with non-shippy fic that just has my faves interact, or character-focused fic that explores their canon lives some more.

Read more... )

Do not want: gore, modern/mundane AU (unless prompted)


General likes:

Forced intimacy of any kind! This is one of my all-time faves, in any sort of situation or scenario. People thrust into closeness before they are ready for it and forced to overcome their differences is always delightful to me. Any tropefic of the handcuffed-togther, bed-sharing, undercover gay, arranged marriage etc. kind is always going to make me happy!
Huddling for warmth
One character trying to protect another with their own life (or really any sort of loyalty kink!)
Enemies forced to work together
Epistolary fic
Hand-feeding
Hot, sweltering summer days/nights
Bathing/washing - especially if one character is taking care of another
Casefic, or any sort of action/adventure scenario where characters have to work together
Enemies to friends to lovers
Enemy hatesex
Emotional vulnerability
Unhealthy/co-dependent relationships
A character surrendering himself

I'm fine with dub-con/non-con/rape, unhealthy relationships, any kind of D/s, BDSM, power play or pain play. For further porny inspiration, my Smut Swap letter might help: https://esteliel.dreamwidth.org/454688.html

Poem #17: All the World's a Stage

Sep. 17th, 2017 02:00 pm
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Can't beat the bard!

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All The World's A Stage

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.


~~ William Shakespeare
(As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII)
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Some years back, I joined the LJ community [livejournal.com profile] photo_scavenger, a great place to share your own pics for a new theme each week. It's gone a bit quiet there, so I'd like to invite you over there, to have a look and enjoy nice and interesting photos, and hopefully also participate yourself. Personally, one of my favourite parts is seeing what everybody's answer to the prompt is, and the more people are posting and/or commenting, the more interesting it gets.

The community is very open and friendly and has absolutely no pressure - everybody can post one or more pics for the weekly prompts at any given time, and there are no requirements other than the photos must be your own, and fit for a general audience. Some people take new pics for each prompt, some use older and perhaps favourite pics they'd like to share, some make a personal challenge trying to fill each prompt, and some pop in with a few pics from time to time. Posting pics is no requirement to join.
More info and the rules can be found on the comm's profile.

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