Archive for February, 2009

25 February, 2009

Archilochus: the Hedgehog

Yesterday I was introduced to one of the most fantastic little poems by one of the smartest people I know. It comes from the ancient Greek lyric poet-soldier Archilochus:

The fox knows many tricks;
The hedgehog only one.
A good one.

This was the translation he gave me. If I could find the original Greek I could tell you how good it is– I don’t really trust the internet’s popular translation. Sadly, I can’t find the Greek online, and I have too much else on my plate to go searching after the original Greek…perhaps later, many moons from now.

24 February, 2009

Creative Writing: Poem

Billow out

Lonely hand lashed into the zephyr’s

Gaping maw.

The purgatory of the transcendent

Becomes all-consuming.

Writhe and speculate

Infinity is only forever.



I love to play with words. I’m currently wading my way through the very last of my resources for a research paper I’m writing about the oracle at Delphi, hence my lack of new poety (which no one would know but me, seeing as how this is the first time I’m publishing it online) but hopefully soon I’ll be writing again. I miss it.

23 February, 2009

Creative Writing Post 1: Stray, Random Poem

I’m usually better for my promises, and I wish I had updated earlier.  In any case, it’s been busy in my corner of the world, and my forms of procrastonation cannot take the form of writing, or else, well, I’ll never stop procrastonating. So I’ll give you two old pieces of writing, and we’ll go from there.

My poetry tends to be an barrage of intense images, which is why I don’t really like writing poetry– it’s usually more about combinations of words and rhythm than it is about “stuff”.

Crimson slate wiped clear

All at once this eternity

Blazes higher and falls. Trounced.

The horizon, never ending,

Marred with deception.

Indulgent, destructive, inert deception.

Star the sky red

Swing forth like sparrows

Myriad shades of lies

Ignite the twilight

Hasten to the jade valences

The last thing to which might be clung

And turn this disillusioned fool.

The short fiction is part of a novella that I wrote. It’s the first of (I think) eight parts. It wants for a bit of research yet, but as a rough bit of writing I’m alright with it.

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20 February, 2009

Hello world!

So, this is the inaugeral entry to this blog. Why am I bothering with this since I’ve been at livejournal for approximately six years? (I joined back in the day when you still needed an existing member to give you a password to join.) Possibly to get into something new, but possibly also because I want this to more…eh, dare I say it, literary? I can brainfart all over my livejournal page, but I find it kind of tedious to publish anything that I’d actually like to let the world see there.

So, this is my public face, I suppose. I want to prevent a literary atrophy from setting in– this happens whenever I get overwhelmed with other work, and cannot dedicate any time for real/fun writing. 

So this is my literary public face, I suppose. I also want to have a place to put all my thoughts worth reading. You know, the smart ones. The ones that aren’t rank with Helen Keller jokes and questions about fat backs (I have many), and generally speaking, the thoughts you could dive into without causing severe cranial bleeding.

So this is my literary non-cranial-bleeding public face, I suppose. I’m hoping this outlet will also be more active than, you know, my friends-only brainfartacular lj account.

So this is my literary non-cranial-bleeding active public face. Enjoy it.


About the name: I have written a lot of STUFF. One of the items of STUFF that I have written features a character by the name of Diluvian, who is a villain. He worms his way into most everything I’ve ever written, and he is by far the most forceful, detailed character I’ve ever written. I swear that when I first encountered him hiding away in my brain I was compelled to go to the library and learn to draw ocelots. (It’s better if we don’t ask why this is, as it is a long and convoluted story that makes very little sense.) Why do I identify with my villanous Diluvian? Because he’s my favorite, and if I met him on the street I’d take a picture and then take off running. In any case, enjoy.


Tomorrow I’ll do something of the literary variety, and I’ll share. Until then, enjoy this nugget of joy:

Reefer Madness is a spectacular movie musical that mocks a REAL 1930s (I believe) documentary about the dangers of marijuana. I highly reccomend it.