brilligspoons: (iron man YES)
I'm more tired than I really have any right to be, but it's cool, I have coffee, which I'm sure will kick in at any moment now. >:( My brain doesn't want to function properly, so I think this calls for a list of sorts. Or maybe multiple lists. I don't know.

...maybe just one list of random things. That sounds about my speed right now.

THINGS

-[livejournal.com profile] starsparkle333 and I cleaned the apartment this weekend! Huzzah!
-Sometime in the near future, I need to replace my DVD player. It's decided that all discs are the wrong disc, which is not conducive to watching things. In its defense, I've had it for almost 3 years now and it was SUPER cheap when I bought it, so. Oh well. Maybe I'll spring for one of slightly better quality this time around.
-Since it's National Poetry Month, I decided to post a poem every day on tumblr like I did last year. April 1 was Hug O'War (Shel Silverstein), April 2 was Archaeology (Vona Groarke), and April 3 (today) was Autumn Tune (Carol Frost).
-After work this Friday, I'm heading down to CT to meet baby Evan! SO EXCITED, YOU GUYS. Am spending the whole weekend with them, too. It'll be nice and low-key, methinks.
-Need to get back into my writing projects, like yesterday. /o\
-Baby blanket number 2 is coming along, though. \o/
-Finished reading From Westminster With Love this morning. I was giggling SO MUCH, you guys. I love fics where Charles is a ridiculous flirt and Erik's life is the hardest as a result, okay? Also it was really well-written!

Should probably go do some work now. Happy Tuesday, all!
brilligspoons: (i want your love)
Why We Tell Stories

I
Because we used to have leaves
and on damp days
our muscles feel a tug,
painful now, from when roots
pulled us into the ground

and because our children believe
they can fly, an instinct retained
from when the bones in our arms
were shaped like zithers and broke
neatly under their feathers

and because before we had lungs
we knew how far it was to the bottom
as we floated open-eyed
like painted scarves through the scenery
of dreams, and because we awakened

and learned to speak

2
We sat by the fire in our caves,
and because we were poor, we made up a tale
about a treasure mountain
that would open only for us

and because we were always defeated,
we invented impossible riddles
only we could solve,
monsters only we could kill,
women who could love no one else
and because we had survived
sisters and brothers, daughters and sons,
we discovered bones that rose
from the dark earth and sang
as white birds in the trees

3
Because the story of our life
becomes our life

Because each of us tells
the same story
but tells it differently

and none of us tells it
the same way twice

Because grandmothers looking like spiders
want to enchant the children
and grandfathers need to convince us
what happened happened because of them

and though we listen only
haphazardly, with one ear,
we will begin our story
with the word and

-Lisel Mueller

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