"Like the Dream I Had..."

I think this song is the only thing keeping me sane sometimes.

Mama's best friend Susan, who I wrote about on Maundy Thursday, who's been sick from her chemo, she died. We're going to the funeral to-morrow. Her husband asked Daphne to ask Waen and me to be greeters. Mama is very broken right now.

We're all having trouble, too. I think everything is sliced up like it was broken and then someone set the pieces back so that they're in a shape of what they were, so that there's space between the ages. And we are trying to manage, and it's all funny and piecey, too. But we're trying.

"The Kingsword Will Stand in its Scabbard of Granite..."

As long as I have The May Queen on the computer, does anyone want me to burn it for her? Is the second Arthuriana CD by Heather Dale. It's--scarier, and sadder, than Trial of Lancelot. I have trouble listening to it because it's so sad. But if anyone would like a copy--

I stoled a meme from sparklychibi. Drop me a comment and I will give you 3 interests on your list, and 3 of your icons, for you to explain.

being a silhouette. Because there was a song by the Postal Service that little_lady_d gave me back when I was really sick, called We Will Become Silhouettes, and it--reassured me intensely, and made me feel I had something to be beautiful with.

les contes d'hoffmanm. Is shiny opera about miserable poet who tells about his three lost loves, and it turns out they're all the same woman, they're his Muse, and then his girlfriend dumps him. I used to listen to it constantly.

red balloons. There is nothing more wonderful than red balloons. I will stand by this to the end.


This icon is from Marcia Williams' Hamlet; is from the scene where he's talking to Ophelia. 'I loved you' 'indeed my lord, you made me believe it' 'you should not have believed; I loved you not' 'I was the more deceived'.


This is my Rilly Annoyed icon. It's a quote from Bloom County, Bloom County being an amazing, amazing comic strip that appeared (i think) in the eighties, and starred A Boy and His Penguin, except not.


This says, in Latin, 'I am not lost', and it is my icon for when I've just done something really dumb, or when I'm Latin geeking. My keywords for it say 'Erro Ero', which is sloppy and horrible Latin pun that doesn't actually work grammatically, since it literally reads 'I am lost I am'. Um. Getting much too involved, shall move on now.

Comment if you want to do it!

"I Gave Nothing, but You Gave it All..."

This song makes me cry. >_> I STILL HATE LANCE and it makes me cry anyway. Guh.

( Catechism seventeen )

"Blanchmange Knew No Pleasure from her Cold and Grieving Husband..."

So. Arthuriana.

The thing I noticed while reading Mr. Morris, Ms. Springer, and Ms. Sutcliff is that Ms. Sutcliff totally is the best. >_> Mr. Morris is awesome and a great deal insane, and has a ridiculous sense of humour that sometimes eclipses the more serious side of the stories, and Ms. Springer--oh, dear God, she's a PIT of DESPAIR.

The most notable thing about I am Mordred is that she took Agravain, divided him into two people she called Gawain and Garet, and then set about to make them as hateful as possible. Instead of an insanely confused Gaheris killing his mother, we get Garet doing it. Which. Abba. Wibba. Is. Brainbreaking. Also, Mordred falls in love with a girl called Lynet(te), and when I stop laughing I'll tell you what I think about that. >_> But she also has a really terrible ending, sort of overwhelmingly tragic, which makes up for some of the other things in the books.

Mr. Morris' books are shiny as goodness. Also, Dinadan describes the court of Camelot as a bunch of hedgehogs in The Ballad of Sir Dinadan, which is pretty much LOVE right there. Also Mr. Morris tends to tie things together in ways you wouldn't believe possible--you read a book and then you do a tiny bit of research and just how wackily put-together is that? you find yourself saying. Like in The Lioness and Her Knight, which stars Gaheris and Lynet's crazy daughter Luneta, who hangs out with Ywain, the knight of the lion; there's actually an legend about a girl named Lunete who was companion to Ywain. And then he also goes around filling in holes in the old legends and making them make a bit more sense. And Dinadan is Tristan's younger brother. And Gareth gets made fun of A Lot, and that's how it should be.

But Ms. Sutcliff hits this middle balance between the shiny and bouncy and the angst, and she has a wonderful writing style; it's very tradition, and then all of sudden she puts in poetry, the most beautiful language, and it's starting and amazing and extremely wonderful. She's much nicer to Gareth than either Ms. Springer or Mr. Morris; she shifts the mocking to Kay.

Yes. :D A tonne, a metric tonne of Kay-mocking happens in The Sword and the Circle. But at the same time she tempers it with something; at one point Arthur says, "He was an unhappy boy, and he shall be an unhappy man," and you know, you know how true it must be. Unfortunately, Lance takes that as his cue to be an ass, but that's another story.

I am in love with her Gawain, and her details; her Arthur exiles Gaheris after the Morgause-and-Lamorack killing, saying that he can't interfere with blood feuds but he's still disappointed. Her Merlin is far-seeing and almost not obnoxious, and her Lancelot has a bizarre kind of charm. Her telling of Geraint and Enid is glorious.

Ms. Springer's I am Morgan le Fay is much better than I am Mordred; not great, but much better. Also there is lots of Other People things, and it's fairly cool. There's the whole Morgause Characterisation Issue, but still. It's also not as much a PIT of DESPAIR as I am Mordred.

Mr. Morris' Savage Damsel and the Dwarf is probably his best book, and as soon as I type that I realise I can't say so, because there's something utterly fantastic in all his books, but no, it is the best one. I also realise that I'm getting incoherent and stupid as I go on, and I decide to wrap things up with something brief and explanatory and try not to make it a jumble of squee.

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SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE ALL THESE ARTHURIAN WRITERS I WANT MORE YES I DOES. ^______________________^!