kat_lair: (GEN - crowded)
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Apologies that it has taken me so long to compile this. I enjoyed the Week of Poetry immensely so thank you to everyone who participated! We're doing this again sometime, yeah?


[livejournal.com profile] pushkin666 - open, poems by others
If by Rudyard Kipling
Fog by Carl Sandburg
Friends Within The Darkness by Charles Bujowski
The Song of Hiawatha (Introduction) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat by Edward Lear
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] by E.E.Cummings
Lament by Dylan Thomas

[livejournal.com profile] darkangel_0410 - open, poems by others
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas
Where The Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
Here's to the kids by Pete Wentz
The Riddle of Strider by  J.R.R Tolkien

[livejournal.com profile] iniq - flocked, poems by others
The Geranium by Theodore Roethke
Do Not Pick Up The Telephone by Ted Hughes
Bearhug by Michael Ondaatje
For Eli Jacobson by Kenneth Rexroth
Cut While Shaving by Charles Bukowski
The Dream by John Clare
With No Immediate Cause by Ntozake Shange

[livejournal.com profile] teithiwr - flocked, poems by the author
Pine Needles, Dry
Fire
cut grass
Rain-washed
Microhistory
Ninety-Eight
Palimpsest

[livejournal.com profile] ekaterinn - open, poems by the author (5 only posted so far but she will catch up at some point I'm sure!)
posthuman doom
how to be good
Lost Tongues
The Music of the Spheres
when he asks you to stay

[livejournal.com profile] megyal - open, poems by others and the author
We Real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks
Nuh Likkle Twang by Dr. Louise Bennett Coverley (Miss Lou)
The Living Haunt The Dead
Guinep by Olive Senior
An Offering for the Cat by Mei Yao-Ch'en
Abandoned House
Auguries of Innocence by William Blake

Finally, my poems which you'll find on [livejournal.com profile] boneverse - flocked, but everyone friended here will get automatically added there if you so wish.
Expect Love
August Steps In Time
On the Shore, Divided
Marie Bakes A Cake In My Kitchen
Not So Cerulean
Invitation
Conditioning the Blues

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kat_lair: (GEN - book heart)
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Dearest all!

Just to remind you that Week of Poetry is starting tomorrow and it's not too late to join in!

What is involved? Basically, you pledge to post a poem per day every day. This could be a poem you wrote yourself or a poem by someone else.

Who is involved? Well, me, over at [livejournal.com profile] boneverse. And because I don't like to do these things alone, I have pressured convinced a few flisters (waves at [livejournal.com profile] pushkin666, [livejournal.com profile] teithiwr and [livejournal.com profile] darkangel_0410) to join me. You should totally do the same! Look, I even made a banner! (Why yes, I am a little sad. But look, pretty colours!) Which you can totally snag!


Week of Poetry
(Texture by [livejournal.com profile] jenniferkoliver. Photo credit: e_walk / Foter / CC BY-NC-SA)


And, by request, the code for the banner linking to this post!


If that is not enticing you, I don't know what will. But you can tell me and I'll see what I can do...

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kat_lair: (GEN - crowded)
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I had [livejournal.com profile] moth2fic and Mr Moth for a 12h visit as they stopped over here for the night on their trek toward Portugal. It was supposed to be a slightly longer visit but thanks to Mr Moth faffing over god knows what they didn’t get here until late last night. They have, however, promised to make up for this on another occasion. I waved them off toward Dover and ferry to Calais this morning.

Since then I have betaed approximately 589390 (it felt like) ficlets for [livejournal.com profile] pushkin666 (some which were extremely traumatizing) and vegged out on the sofa bed watching Kerrang. It’s sunny outside but I don’t want to leave the safety of my nest (I did put laundry on the line which surely counts as some kind of accomplishment).

Anyway, today’s post was going to be about poeting (I like to call it that. English language is crazy and I like to coax it over the edge). Which is something I’ve been trying to get back into again.

It occurs to me that I have some new flisters who may not know, but poeting, being poetish, and writing emo lyrics things with verses are things I do. Occasionally. Sometimes even often. I do all these things over at [livejournal.com profile] boneverse because a while back I decided that I wasn’t comfortable doing it my main LJ anymore for reasons that don’t need elaborating at this juncture.

This year had a slow start but it’s picked up and lately I’ve written stuff inspired by [livejournal.com profile] pushkin666’s writing prompts (We Are Learning To Make Fire, black books), spending a day admiring my squidgy self (In July, I am fascinated by my own body), and Panic at the Disco’s new single (Mr Anywhen) – incidentally, I make no apologies for the latter because sometimes Brendon just needs a metaphorical bitch slap and them’s the facts.

Anyway, all the stuff there is f-locked but if you are morbidly curious mildly interested, go ahead and friend it. Anyone I’ve currently friended on this journal will get automatically added there if they so desire.

More to the point, well, the actual point: The July Of Posting is almost over. But, because I am crazy I would like to follow that up with a Week of Poetry. This is something I’ve done before, often with the fellow poetess [livejournal.com profile] teithiwr, and it usually results in at least one decent poem amidst the mediocre ones.

Thusly, a challenge! *throws down the gauntlet with a dramatic flourish and a flip of hair*

Do you poet? Do you verse? Do you Sylvia Plath or John Keats or even Pete Wentz? Then join me for A Week of Poetry on 5-11 of August! Poem a day, come rain or shine or rainbows full of unicorns!

If you don’t want to try your hand at poeting yourself, pledging to a week of posting other people’s poems, e.g. some of your favourite ones, is also accepted!

I’ll even promise to combine a master list of all Week of Poetry participants’ posts at the end of it too! How good is that?

So... how about it? *eyes you all challengingly*

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kat_lair: (GEN - delicate)

Lately, I've been feeling increasingly uncomfortable of posting poems and talking about poetry here. This is for two reasons:
1. I feel like I'm foisting poetry on people who don't care. This isn't about seeking validation, I don't expect people to be interested in everything I post (vice versa is certainly true). I simply wanted to give people who aren't interested the option of not being spammed with it.
2. I have vague plans of submitting stuff in the future, under my real name, which is why I also want a degree of separation between poetry and fandom/personal babble that this journal is for.

So, after some thinking and planning, I've created a new journal exclusively for poetry related things.




I will use this journal for two main purposes:
1. To post my own writing, mostly poetry and lyrics.These entries are friends-locked.
2. To talk about other people's poetry, writing poetry, reading poetry, and possible future forays into submissions and publishing. These entries are open.


This means that from now on all future poetry related content will be posted at [livejournal.com profile] boneverse and not at [livejournal.com profile] kat_lair. I have posted (back dated) everything there that was previously posted here, and old stuff can be accessed via the Masterlist. The poetry posts on this journal will be locked private and the old Masterlist of poems deleted.

So, if you want to follow my poetry-related posts, then please friend [livejournal.com profile] boneverse. I will automatically add back anyone I have also friended on this journal. Lurkers are still welcome, friending the poetry journal certainly doesn't obligate you to comment on the poems, but you might want to drop me a quick note here if we've never spoken before.
kat_lair: (GEN - delicate)

Lately, I've been feeling increasingly uncomfortable of posting poems and talking about poetry here. This is for two reasons:
1. I feel like I'm foisting poetry on people who don't care. This isn't about seeking validation, I don't expect people to be interested in everything I post (vice versa is certainly true). I simply wanted to give people who aren't interested the option of not being spammed with it.
2. I have vague plans of submitting stuff in the future, under my real name, which is why I also want a degree of separation between poetry and fandom/personal babble that this journal is for.

So, after some thinking and planning, I've created a new journal exclusively for poetry related things.




I will use this journal for two main purposes:
1. To post my own writing, mostly poetry and lyrics.These entries are friends-locked.
2. To talk about other people's poetry, writing poetry, reading poetry, and possible future forays into submissions and publishing. These entries are open.


This means that from now on all future poetry related content will be posted at [livejournal.com profile] boneverse and not at [livejournal.com profile] kat_lair. I have posted (back dated) everything there that was previously posted here, and old stuff can be accessed via the Masterlist. The poetry posts on this journal will be locked private and the old Masterlist of poems deleted.

So, if you want to follow my poetry-related posts, then please friend [livejournal.com profile] boneverse. I will automatically add back anyone I have also friended on this journal. Lurkers are still welcome, friending the poetry journal certainly doesn't obligate you to comment on the poems, but you might want to drop me a quick note here if we've never spoken before.
kat_lair: (GEN - so wrong it's right)

Have finally reached the 'writing on walls' stage of thesis/general writerdom. Spent some time this afternoon bluetacking paper onto the walls (I do want my deposit back) and scribbling down things... just... needed more room to visualise ideas than computer screen/notebook provided.

Dear people likely to visit me in the near future, I'm sorry for the level of crazy. I promise not to make you wear tinfoil hats or attack you with a meat cleaver.

***

Heads up on poetry stuff: due to a) personal issues* and b) vague plans of submitting stuff somewhere somewhen, I'm feeling increasingly uncomfortable of posting poetry even under a general friends-lock.

Hence, I'm thinking of creating a new journal, just for posting poems and poetry related stuff. That way people who actually want to read it can friend that journal and I don't feel like I'm foisting stuff on people who don't care when posting here.

So... look out for an announcement about that in the coming weeks, I guess.

* It's not you, it's me etc.
kat_lair: (GEN - so wrong it's right)

Have finally reached the 'writing on walls' stage of thesis/general writerdom. Spent some time this afternoon bluetacking paper onto the walls (I do want my deposit back) and scribbling down things... just... needed more room to visualise ideas than computer screen/notebook provided.

Dear people likely to visit me in the near future, I'm sorry for the level of crazy. I promise not to make you wear tinfoil hats or attack you with a meat cleaver.

***

Heads up on poetry stuff: due to a) personal issues* and b) vague plans of submitting stuff somewhere somewhen, I'm feeling increasingly uncomfortable of posting poetry even under a general friends-lock.

Hence, I'm thinking of creating a new journal, just for posting poems and poetry related stuff. That way people who actually want to read it can friend that journal and I don't feel like I'm foisting stuff on people who don't care when posting here.

So... look out for an announcement about that in the coming weeks, I guess.

* It's not you, it's me etc.
kat_lair: (BANDOM - let's swap body fluids)

O HAI!

I've had a week off from teaching/thesis work so actually opening the thesis chapter draft today counts for something, right? Granted, most I've done today is copy-paste some paragraphs around and feel detached about the whole concept of academia. Submitting PhD thesis before Christmas? Pfft, piece of cake. Presenting a conference paper that I haven't yet written in three weeks? Whatever, I'm sure it'll be fine.

This, ladies and gents, is what I like to call happy-go-lucky-denial. It's awesome.

It also leads to rambly updates.

So, I had a very relaxing week off. [livejournal.com profile] pushkin666 and I spent a rainy weekend in the country, drank wine, ate lots of awesome food, watched the Eurovision (I wanted Moldova to win, but was also hugely fond of Italy), and talked about writing (though did not get much actual writing done). On Monday we came back to Manchester, collected [livejournal.com profile] dreamersdare from the train station and spent the evening rocking out to Panic! At The Disco.


***

No, I cannot be bothered to cut, pull your finger out of your arse and scroll past if you're not interested.


Panic @ Manchester Academy, 16th of May

Dude. Duuuuuuuuuuude, it was amazing. Academy's refurbishment has paid off and the venue is so much better now than three years ago when pushkin666 and I first saw the band there.

Speaking of, this was a very... different gig than the one three years ago. A different band, yes, but what really stuck out for me was how different Brendon was. He fucking owned that stage. Yes, part of it is growing up I'm sure, gaining more experience and confidence, but I think it was more than that. Three years ago it felt like Brendon was playing a part in someone else's band. Now, it felt like it really was Brendon on stage, fronting his own band, not a role he put on. And damn, it was hot. I approve the braces and bowtie combo hard.

You know what else was hot? Spencer Smith with a microphone. Throughout the show Brendon kept turning toward Spencer and playing to him, showing off and seeking approval like a good sub which gave me lots of special feelings. Yes it did.

This person had the best quality vids of the show, so have I Write Sins as a taster, beautifully illustrating Brendon's attitude, Spencer's fiersomeness, and Dallon and Ian's willingness to indulge in some delicious stage-gay.

Brendon wants us to sweat together:



You should also check out her/his vids of Mona Lisa and Nine In the Afternoon. (Oh, and filmed by someone else, here's the cover of Billie Jean they did. )

I cannot, however, not post this one. As SPN fans, [livejournal.com profile] dreamersdare, [livejournal.com profile] pushkin666 and I were ecstatic that the boys played Carry On My Wayward Son as one of the encores. This is like 6 minutes of guitar porn. Check out also Spencer being hot stuff on the drums, which the rest of the band rightfully acknowledge.



Yeah, it was good for me too, believe it.


***

On Tuesday I poured [livejournal.com profile] dreamersdare and [livejournal.com profile] pushkin666 into their respective trains and then ambled over to the Northern Quarter to meet up with [livejournal.com profile] neppu and her friend who were in town for a gig. Got to introduce them to one of my favourite places in Manchester, Oklahoma cafe, and give tips of other places worth a visit.

Yesterday was at uni,  spending quality time with Turnitin software (plagiarism detection) and today I have pretended to do some work at home.

Tonight I have a poetry reading again and I'm currently trying to decide which of my old poems to read because haven't written anything new over the last couple of weeks. I've narrowed it down to either in babylon they laugh with broken teeth or Such Mercy, second opinions appreciated.

Right, enough of rambling. Later my beauties!

kat_lair: (BANDOM - let's swap body fluids)

O HAI!

I've had a week off from teaching/thesis work so actually opening the thesis chapter draft today counts for something, right? Granted, most I've done today is copy-paste some paragraphs around and feel detached about the whole concept of academia. Submitting PhD thesis before Christmas? Pfft, piece of cake. Presenting a conference paper that I haven't yet written in three weeks? Whatever, I'm sure it'll be fine.

This, ladies and gents, is what I like to call happy-go-lucky-denial. It's awesome.

It also leads to rambly updates.

So, I had a very relaxing week off. [livejournal.com profile] pushkin666 and I spent a rainy weekend in the country, drank wine, ate lots of awesome food, watched the Eurovision (I wanted Moldova to win, but was also hugely fond of Italy), and talked about writing (though did not get much actual writing done). On Monday we came back to Manchester, collected [livejournal.com profile] dreamersdare from the train station and spent the evening rocking out to Panic! At The Disco.


***

No, I cannot be bothered to cut, pull your finger out of your arse and scroll past if you're not interested.


Panic @ Manchester Academy, 16th of May

Dude. Duuuuuuuuuuude, it was amazing. Academy's refurbishment has paid off and the venue is so much better now than three years ago when pushkin666 and I first saw the band there.

Speaking of, this was a very... different gig than the one three years ago. A different band, yes, but what really stuck out for me was how different Brendon was. He fucking owned that stage. Yes, part of it is growing up I'm sure, gaining more experience and confidence, but I think it was more than that. Three years ago it felt like Brendon was playing a part in someone else's band. Now, it felt like it really was Brendon on stage, fronting his own band, not a role he put on. And damn, it was hot. I approve the braces and bowtie combo hard.

You know what else was hot? Spencer Smith with a microphone. Throughout the show Brendon kept turning toward Spencer and playing to him, showing off and seeking approval like a good sub which gave me lots of special feelings. Yes it did.

This person had the best quality vids of the show, so have I Write Sins as a taster, beautifully illustrating Brendon's attitude, Spencer's fiersomeness, and Dallon and Ian's willingness to indulge in some delicious stage-gay.

Brendon wants us to sweat together:



You should also check out her/his vids of Mona Lisa and Nine In the Afternoon. (Oh, and filmed by someone else, here's the cover of Billie Jean they did. )

I cannot, however, not post this one. As SPN fans, [livejournal.com profile] dreamersdare, [livejournal.com profile] pushkin666 and I were ecstatic that the boys played Carry On My Wayward Son as one of the encores. This is like 6 minutes of guitar porn. Check out also Spencer being hot stuff on the drums, which the rest of the band rightfully acknowledge.



Yeah, it was good for me too, believe it.


***

On Tuesday I poured [livejournal.com profile] dreamersdare and [livejournal.com profile] pushkin666 into their respective trains and then ambled over to the Northern Quarter to meet up with [livejournal.com profile] neppu and her friend who were in town for a gig. Got to introduce them to one of my favourite places in Manchester, Oklahoma cafe, and give tips of other places worth a visit.

Yesterday was at uni,  spending quality time with Turnitin software (plagiarism detection) and today I have pretended to do some work at home.

Tonight I have a poetry reading again and I'm currently trying to decide which of my old poems to read because haven't written anything new over the last couple of weeks. I've narrowed it down to either in babylon they laugh with broken teeth or Such Mercy, second opinions appreciated.

Right, enough of rambling. Later my beauties!

kat_lair: (GEN - treasured)

Sigh. So I did say I’d put this up about three weeks ago, but then my interest in the whole thing waned. Normally I’d be all over these masturbatory writing memes like lamprey eels on a heamophiliac  (…yeah, okay, I disgusted myself a bit with that simile) but lately I’ve been rather meh about my writing. I poke at it with a stick and the words just quiver uselessly like some formless gelatinous mass of drivel. Blaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Anyway, let’s poke at it some more.

This only includes stuff that is both finished and posted. A fair bit of other things got written but they are either still in wip-status, waiting for later posting, or original stuff that is unlikely to see LJ ever.

Fic by Fandom: )


Lyrics/Poetry: )


Meme questions: )

Aaaaaaaaaaaand we're done with that. I think. As always, I'd be interested to hear any thoughts, opinions or questions you may have of my writing. Please note that constructive criticism is always welcome. Oh, and I always have anonymous commenting enabled so feel free to leave questions or comments that way if you prefer.
kat_lair: (GEN - treasured)

Sigh. So I did say I’d put this up about three weeks ago, but then my interest in the whole thing waned. Normally I’d be all over these masturbatory writing memes like lamprey eels on a heamophiliac  (…yeah, okay, I disgusted myself a bit with that simile) but lately I’ve been rather meh about my writing. I poke at it with a stick and the words just quiver uselessly like some formless gelatinous mass of drivel. Blaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Anyway, let’s poke at it some more.

This only includes stuff that is both finished and posted. A fair bit of other things got written but they are either still in wip-status, waiting for later posting, or original stuff that is unlikely to see LJ ever.

Fic by Fandom: )


Lyrics/Poetry: )


Meme questions: )

Aaaaaaaaaaaand we're done with that. I think. As always, I'd be interested to hear any thoughts, opinions or questions you may have of my writing. Please note that constructive criticism is always welcome. Oh, and I always have anonymous commenting enabled so feel free to leave questions or comments that way if you prefer.
kat_lair: (GEN - i'm yours)
I'm working on new stuff, I swear. But before that, comes traditional 'omg is this all I achieved last year' round-up of posted scribbles. With some self-indulged ramblings.

Fics by Fandom )


Lyrics/Poetry )




Ramblings )
kat_lair: (GEN - i'm yours)
I'm working on new stuff, I swear. But before that, comes traditional 'omg is this all I achieved last year' round-up of posted scribbles. With some self-indulged ramblings.

Fics by Fandom )


Lyrics/Poetry )




Ramblings )
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Happy Halloween!

Just to let you know that I'll be going away for a week to celebrate Halloween with friends. I wish you all some good scares, plump pumpkins and enjoyable, mystical, wonderful Samhain.

I shall leave you with a poem for Halloween / autum nights / being restless.


Crimson Nights )

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