The obscure writings of Ta-Meaut; indeterminate poet, ambiguous writer and amorphous philosopher.......... I don't live to write, I write to live...
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Gundam Wing fanfiction in "Recommended Reading"
I am slowy getting back to my favourite OTP HeeroXDuo from "Gundam Wing" - some years ago I was mad about this couple and I realised the other day that this obsessions has never left, just shifted. There is just something very compelling about a violent, unfeeling guy coupling with a loud, brash guy with super-long hair - ah, the angst, the blood, the smut...
There was a period when I was on "Gundam Wing Addiction" every day reading something, yet I have never tried to write something myself on this couple - maybe because there are so much written already and its sooooo frigging good, like D. C. Logan.
I just love these fics from D. C Logan even though they are pretty mellow and non-smutty, the language is beautiful and the stories compelling. I feel like a better author just reading them.
Highly recommended!
Man, I miss anime like this, were the mere opening song makes you go into bliss and nostalgia...
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Pillowbook "are you bored yet? "
I had a visitor as I was lying in in my hospital bed hooked up to a breathing machine, two IV's in my arm and a nose tube for feeding, who suddenly asked me:
"Aren't you bored lying here and having nothing to do?"
I didn't have anything nice to say because all that comes out is: You wouldn't understand.
Boring is something healthy people do. If you are really, really sick you don't get bored. Because every cell, every fiber in your body is working so hard to keep you alive, focused only on one thing: survival.
Asking a mortally ill person if they are bored is like asking the guy who fought a grizzly, got his arm ripped off and then stumbled through the forest for days in search of help: "Wasn't it boring to walk that distant, there was nothing but forest to see?"
So next time you visit someone very sick, instead of stupid questions, hold their hand and tell them everything about the world outside. Tell them of things you have done and people you have met, or even better how much you like them and wait for them to get better so you can together go and do all these things.
but most of all...just hold their hand...
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Poem "stop if you can"
the Earth kept moving
and I too
trying to keep pace with it
ran in the opposite direction
only to discover
I moved faster
than I wished
Thursday, May 10, 2012
My "Sungkyunkwan Scandal" fics hosted on Tumblr
Gosh, I am so hot even Gu Yong Ha gives me approval!
Pic from fyeahsongjoongki
Not only are my "Warrior Baek Dong Soo" fanfics hosted on DongSooSlashYeoUn but now my "Sungkyunkwan Scandal" fics are ALSO hosted, on MySlashWorld!
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Poem "shine through"
Everyone has a Flame
of infinite potential
and beauty
Everyone is a Candle
precious beyond belief
in this large cavern of dark
we inhabit
Everyone possess a Light
which illuminates
what once was gloom
and dark
and dread
maybe because
our heart glows outwards
and not inwards
it is possible for us to see others light
making us believe
all others are so bright
when we are sure we are not
maybe because
our heart glows outwards
and not inwards
it is impossible for us to see our own light
flickering and dancing
with singular grace
and abandonment
except in the reflections
of others
eyes
maybe that is the nature of light
and our
hearts
for Maria, who inspired me
Friday, May 4, 2012
Poem "...comes around"
I bend
I surrender
There is nothing more of me to give
There is nothing more that you can take
I yield
My defeat
I have given all I can
You have taken all you want
Just know,
bamboo folds and yields and molds
then whips right back
with brutal force
for
I regret nothing at all
and all you have taken
will come back to me
just like the fallen leaves
of autumn
gives a new aspiring spring
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Poem "silently, I scream - violently, I dream"
your precious words are a thin, thin string
wrapped around me
so tightly
it tears at my edges
bleeding me raw
but
they are all that keep me together
for I am broken and bent
like a too old puppet
in a shadow play of life
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