Cordelia: I get it now. You're all spies. Probably all Russian. And you've brainwashed me, and want me to believe we're friends so I'll spill the beans about some nano-technology thingy that you want. Gunn: So I look Russian to you? Cordelia: Black Russian. Angel: That's a drink.

'Hell Bound'


Literary Buffistas 3: Don't Parse the Blurb, Dear.

There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."


juliana - Jun 20, 2008 9:07:36 am PDT #6454 of 28374
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

Um. Not Jen, but Sonnet 73's pretty damn gothy:

That time of year thou mayst in me behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day,
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self that seals up all in rest.
In me thou seest the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed, whereon it must expire,
Consumed by that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.


Fred Pete - Jun 20, 2008 9:09:38 am PDT #6455 of 28374
Ann, that's a ferret.

I know little more about Goth than from reading Gothic Charm School, but wouldn't Edgar Allan Poe land a spot or two on the list?


Sue - Jun 20, 2008 9:12:29 am PDT #6456 of 28374
hip deep in pie

Here's a fragment of a poem by Keats:

This Living Hand

This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood
So in my veins red life might stream again,
And thou be conscience-calmed—see here it is—
I hold it towards you.


Connie Neil - Jun 20, 2008 9:15:34 am PDT #6457 of 28374
brillig

OK, Keats had some issues.


DavidS - Jun 20, 2008 9:18:38 am PDT #6458 of 28374
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Excellent call, Juliana.

but wouldn't Edgar Allan Poe land a spot or two on the list?

You'd think.

I don't know. "Lenore"? "Ulalume"? "The Raven"?


Sue - Jun 20, 2008 9:18:39 am PDT #6459 of 28374
hip deep in pie

Well, he was 24 and dying of tuberculosis.


DavidS - Jun 20, 2008 9:20:06 am PDT #6460 of 28374
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Well, he was 24 and dying of tuberculosis.

Goth as fuck!

There's got to be some Blake and Yeats here. Also a book of poetry titled Flowers of Evil should be a well spring.


Atropa - Jun 20, 2008 9:22:58 am PDT #6461 of 28374
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

C'mon now, I'm depending on you to round out the top ten.

This is where I somewhat shamefacedly admit that I am notoriously weak with poetry. I just don't read much of it.

Also, Jilli, since you're a trained singer, what would be the Gothiest Opera?

Opera is the other thing I'm weak in. Off the top of my head: Don Giovanni, or Orfeo ed Euridice.


DavidS - Jun 20, 2008 9:26:48 am PDT #6462 of 28374
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Those sound like good choices, Jilli. I bet Dana could pitch in on the Goth operas.

megan or amych can assist with Baudelaire.

Jilli, I know you won't let me down when I get to Top Ten Goth Makeup Items Which Are No Longer Available.


Atropa - Jun 20, 2008 9:27:08 am PDT #6463 of 28374
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Also a book of poetry titled Flowers of Evil should be a well spring.

For extra Goth pretentous points, no using the English translation. Stick with the original French. (It was a ... thing in live-action vampire games for certain people who thought they were Sensitive Artistic Types to lurk at the fringes of the game and whisper poems from that book, in French.)

For Poe, I vote Lenore or The Raven.