klena | And remember how you found the key...to his hide-out in the Pyrenees...

Hopefully there is will be more 'Selkie' tonight if I finish up the artwork. And no way could I have worked 12 hours on it so far...could I?

There are a few things I have to say.

1. I have had 6 hours sleep. I may not make much sense later on tonight.

2. Where is everyone on LJ? Erica was right, they must all be at parties that we aren't invited to. Woe and emo~!

3.

waxrose, sweetie, darling, bean no croi, thank you for the beautiful rose! AND I got your valentine the other day, did I tell you? That made me feel an awful lot better.

4.

kalidor I got your package~! But, due to work, I haven't had a chance to watch it yet. But rest assured, there will be watching and much fawnage over it. Thank you my friend~! *hugs*

5. Tiiiiimmmmmm, where are you?

6. I dun wanna work tomorrow. *pouts*

7. Found these in one of my albums. Thought they were really funny :D

and

NO BUKKAKE JOKES

oh, and Kathryn on her 18th at the Lord of the Rings fest? :DD

NOW~!

THE REASON WHY I AM HOT FOR DASHES

By Kathryn Denvir, Esq.

So I've always expected someone to pull me up on my excessive use of dashes and I'd always expected it to be University, not Erica. And yet, she did. Now, I get to explain my extreme love for dashes.

Firstly, there are two main culprits. Number one is Emily Dickinson. That woman used dashes like there was no tomorrow and we studied the dashes and the dashes and the dashes in poem upon poem during Lower Sixth in English. FOR EXAMPLE:

Because I could not stop for Death--
He kindly stopped for me--
The Carriage held but just Ourselves--
and Immortality.

We slowly drove--He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility--

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess--in the Ring--
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain--
We passed the Setting Sun--

Or rather--He passed Us--
The Dews drew quivering and chill--
For only Gossamer, my Gown--
My Tippet--only Tulle--

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground--
The Roof was scarcely visible--
The Cornice--in the Ground--

Since then--'Tis Centuries--and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses Heads
Were toward Eternity--

Look at all those dashes! (hey it's raining!) Now consider the type of poetry usually studied at 16 or 17; there isn't a lot of random use of dashes amongst the poems I ever studied. So Dickinson's poetry was instantly new and fascinating to me. With each essay and each discussion of her use of imagery and dashes, I found more and more dashes creeping into my style and writing, even in my notes. And each poem revealed a new and more interesting use of dashes as punctuation and pauses;

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers --
Untouched my Morning
And untouched by Noon --
Sleep the meek members of the Resurrection --
Rafter of satin,
And Roof of stone.

Light laughs the breeze
In her Castle above them --
Babbles the Bee in a stolid Ear,
Pipe the Sweet Birds in ignorant cadence --
Ah, what sagacity perished here!

- - - - - - -

A Clock stopped --
Not the Mantel's --
Geneva's farthest skill
Can't put the puppet bowing --
That just now dangled still --

An awe came on the Trinket!
The Figures hunched, with pain --
Then quivered out of Decimals --
Into Degreeless Noon --

It will not stir for Doctors --
This Pendulum of snow --
This Shopman importunes it --
While cool -- concernless No --

Nods from the Gilded pointers --
Nods from the Seconds slim --
Decades of Arrogance between
The Dial life --
And Him --

- - - - - - - - - - -

I died for Beauty -- but was scarce
Adjusted in the Tomb
When One who died for Truth, was lain
In an adjoining room --

He questioned softly "Why I failed"?
"For Beauty", I replied --
"And I -- for Truth -- Themself are One --
We Brethren, are", He said --

And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night --
We talked between the Rooms --
Until the Moss had reached our lips --
And covered up -- our names --

(Love that last one, by the way.) And thus Emily Dickinson introduced me to dashes. THE OTHER CULPRIT!! - STEP FORWARD PATRICK MCCLEAN!

(he looks like such a dork, ha ha!) I don't really have much to say about Paddy, only that he was my Politics teacher and always used dashes in the middle of sentences and the like. I'll maybe scan one of my pages of notes to illustrate JUST HOW MANY HE USED. It was crazy - we used to tease him like crazy.

But through Emily and Paddy - I am now hot for dashes. And look how they crept into the last two paragraphs, ha ha ha. I lose.

Thus endeth the story

Gone to draw~!

:DD