Sex, Violence, Poetry, and Random Links: Not Necessarily In That Order

[kiya]

eyebrowsmcgee has produced some really neat preacherifying for Holy Week. Recommended for Christians and Christian-friendly sorts who want a shiny thought to play with.

In my strange world in which all my whims were satisfied, How AWESOME Will It Be?: A Teenager's Guide to Understanding and Preparing for the Second Coming would not have no Amazon reviews. It would have at least one. And that one would be written by elfwreck.

Have spent the last day and a half or so more or less insane. Was unable to deal with it for much of this time for various reasons; thus, spent a lot of today engaged in vigorous displacement activity. This led to the doing of a load of laundry, a load of dishes (including the washable stove components), the cleaning of the stovetop, the cleaning of floor around the stove, decluttering the foyer and slaying many dust bunnies, discovering that a suitcase was full of cat piss and cleaning that up, watering the plants, and cleaning out the right-hand soap dish in the bathroom.

My mead ferment came unstuck; my jasmine water and orange blossom water have arrived.

Added to to-write list: seeking homes; possibly something about fear/vulnerability.

Much processing around a bit of personality fragment that needs to be dealt with. Only slightly mad. Also dealt with the crazy eventually, as well as it can be done, by talking it out with arawen. (Among other things, mmm.) But it matters so much to have him willing to deal with my crazy with efficiency, even if there's nothing really to be done about it other than support and let time pass. (Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.)

I say: if I must walk with woman's hips
Then I will take a cobra for my belt.
If words I speak be said with woman's lips
Then let that voice be one with power dealt
In its low murmurings. And if I hold
With woman's hands, then I will claim the right
To woman's axe, the double blade, the old
Well-sharpened mark of potent woman's might.
If I must be as woman is adorned
Then I will claim the starry sky for crown
Or else in cow's remembrance will go horned
And wearing jewelry crafted out of bone.
If you of womankind me would affirm
Then recognise and know: these are my terms.

I wonder what people who don't have the context for it will make of that. Also, typing it out, the word 'woman' doesn't look like a word anymore, which has its own ironies.


Shower, full moon Rite, bed.

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[micheinnz.livejournal.com]

That poem. Brooks is right. It needs to be carved somewhere. For some reason it hit me right where I live, and I'm putting it in memories.