I'm gonna be like Emily Dickinson and leave behind a computer full of writing when I die.
As long as we can't sing it all to the tune of "the Yellow Rose of Texas."
You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other till it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
Fan Fiction: Writers, Readers, and Enablers
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victor infante - Sep 22, 2002 11:54:42 am PDT #107 of 10000
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
P.M. Marc - Sep 22, 2002 12:32:14 pm PDT #108 of 10000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Fay, you know about the challenge on B/W shippers, don't you?
(Why, yes, I'm a member of too many groups... is there a 12 Step for me?)
It's a what-if he and not Giles had been her watcher? Of course, my practical sense said "well, he'd have lasted all of one or two days, and then been munched by the nearest vamp", so I kind of changed it a little. Which is to say, just made my AU start after S2.
Because, you know, it made more sense that way.
Rebecca Lizard - Sep 22, 2002 12:34:22 pm PDT #109 of 10000
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket
Burrell, do it do it do it!
erikaj - Sep 22, 2002 1:13:39 pm PDT #110 of 10000
Always Anti-fascist!
Is there a 12-step for me? Yes, probably, but they don't get through much of the meetings because they are pairing off the men in the group.
Angus G - Sep 23, 2002 9:39:33 am PDT #111 of 10000
Roguish Laird
As long as we can't sing it all to the tune of "the Yellow Rose of Texas."
t pedant In fact, there are plenty of Dickinson poems that you can't sing to "The Yellow Rose of Texas". Example:
I rose -- because He sank -- I thought it would be opposite -- But when his power dropped -- My Soul grew straight.
I cheered my fainting Prince -- I sang firm -- even -- Chants -- I helped his Film -- with Hymn --
And when the Dews drew off That held his Forehead stiff -- I met him -- Balm to Balm --
I told him Best -- must pass Through this low Arch of Flesh -- No Casque so brave It spurn the Grave --
I told him Worlds I knew Where Emperors grew -- Who recollected us If we were true --
And so with Thews of Hymn -- And Sinew from within -- And ways I knew not that I knew -- till then -- I lifted Him --
(And anyway, for ABCB quatrains in alternating iambic tetrameter and trimeter, I prefer the Gilligan's Island theme.) t /pedant
Steph L. - Sep 23, 2002 9:42:25 am PDT #112 of 10000
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
(And anyway, for ABCB quatrains in alternating iambic tetrameter and trimeter, I prefer the Gilligan's Island theme.)
I was JUST going to post that!
Burrell - Sep 23, 2002 11:38:41 am PDT #113 of 10000
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
God, Angus, thanks for reminding me that I will never write like Emily Dickinson. Her best stuff is... it speaks to the dark, achy places in the soul.
Herself - Sep 23, 2002 1:09:15 pm PDT #114 of 10000
Peel it and see
Wow, that was some poem.
Angus G - Sep 24, 2002 2:11:36 am PDT #115 of 10000
Roguish Laird
Ha! I'm now ashamed to admit that I didn't even read it beyond what was necessary to establish the meter (or rather the non-meter). I just copied and pasted it from one of the (several) complete Dickinson archives online. Gotta love that internet!
Now I'd better go back and read the poem.
t edit OK, you're right--what a great poem! (Mind you, a random Dickinson poem is usually a pretty good bet.)
meara - Sep 24, 2002 1:22:37 pm PDT #116 of 10000
Ple, didn't get a chance to say, but I caught up on the Bitchy Fic last night, and looooooved your story, even though am decidedly NOT seeking out other B/Wes. Want to know what happens next.