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klenaI've lost my words again. Which is a good thing because then I would forget my purpose for writing this entry. It's, once again, for the Rising Stars of Manga competition. And I'm looking for answers:
1. What do you imagine the apolcalypse to be like? Or is there some book or manga or movie that has laid it out like you thought?
2. Does anyone have any images of Gabriel from Constantine? (the movie, not the graphic novel)
3. The group of kids experiencing the apocalypse - uniform or non?
4. I was thinking of a mixed group of around 7 or 8 people (bear in mind, some will die). Is that too much?
5. I need names! For anything like streets or the people or teachers or the school. Anything would be appreciated and worked in some way (that goes for all suggestions too!)
That's about it. I'm tired, even though I got up at 2 today. However, the stomach bug is clearly up. Slightly.
Doesn't matter really.
OK. When you see this, paste some Shakespeare in your journal
No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison;
We two alone will sing like birds i'th'cage:
When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,
Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out:
And take upon's the mystery of things,
As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out
In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones
That ebb and flow by the moon.
King Lear, Lear speaking, Act V, Scene III
And I've seen the poetry meme twice, so two poems.
(tragic one first)
I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close
At two o'clock our neighbours drove me home.
In the porch I met my father crying -
He had always taken funerals in his stride -
And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.
The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram
When I came in, and I was embarrassed
By old men standing up to shake my hand
And tell me they were "sorry for my trouble",
Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest,
Away at school, as my mother held my hand
In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs
At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived
With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses.
Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops
And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him
For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,
Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple,
He lay in the four foot box as in his cot.
No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.
A four foot box, a foot for every year.
And now, a love poem. In a way.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
trowicia, this is practically Wolfstar!
About ten days or so
After we saw you dead
You came back in a dream
I'm all right now you said.
And it was you, although
You were fleshed out again:
You hugged us all around then,
And gave your welcoming beam.
How like you to be kind,
Seeking to reassure.
And, yes, how like my mind,
To make itself secure.
1. What do you imagine the apolcalypse to be like? Or is there some book or manga or movie that has laid it out like you thought?
2. Does anyone have any images of Gabriel from Constantine? (the movie, not the graphic novel)
3. The group of kids experiencing the apocalypse - uniform or non?
4. I was thinking of a mixed group of around 7 or 8 people (bear in mind, some will die). Is that too much?
5. I need names! For anything like streets or the people or teachers or the school. Anything would be appreciated and worked in some way (that goes for all suggestions too!)
That's about it. I'm tired, even though I got up at 2 today. However, the stomach bug is clearly up. Slightly.
Doesn't matter really.
OK. When you see this, paste some Shakespeare in your journal
No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison;
We two alone will sing like birds i'th'cage:
When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,
Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out:
And take upon's the mystery of things,
As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out
In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones
That ebb and flow by the moon.
King Lear, Lear speaking, Act V, Scene III
And I've seen the poetry meme twice, so two poems.
(tragic one first)
I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close
At two o'clock our neighbours drove me home.
In the porch I met my father crying -
He had always taken funerals in his stride -
And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.
The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram
When I came in, and I was embarrassed
By old men standing up to shake my hand
And tell me they were "sorry for my trouble",
Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest,
Away at school, as my mother held my hand
In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs
At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived
With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses.
Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops
And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him
For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,
Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple,
He lay in the four foot box as in his cot.
No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.
A four foot box, a foot for every year.
And now, a love poem. In a way.
trowicia, this is practically Wolfstar!About ten days or so
After we saw you dead
You came back in a dream
I'm all right now you said.
And it was you, although
You were fleshed out again:
You hugged us all around then,
And gave your welcoming beam.
How like you to be kind,
Seeking to reassure.
And, yes, how like my mind,
To make itself secure.
