Apr. 12th, 2012

6.

Apr. 12th, 2012 05:52 am
levity: (that free will thing was a bugger)
What Lot's Wife Would Have Said (If She Wasn't A Pillar of Salt)

Do you remember when we met
in Gomorrah? When you were still beardless,
and I would oil my hair in the lamp light before seeing
you, when we were young, and blushed with youth
like bruised fruit. Did we care then
what our neighbors did
in the dark?

When our first daughter was born
on the River Jordan, when our second
cracked her pink head from my body
like a promise, did we worry
what our friends might be
doing with their tongues?

What new crevices they found
to lick love into or strange flesh
to push pleasure from, when we
called them Sodomites then,
all we meant by it
was neighbor.

When the angels told us to run
from the city, I went with you,
but even the angels knew
that women always look back.
Let me describe for you, Lot,
what your city looked like burning
since you never turned around to see it.

Sulfur ran its sticky fingers over the skin
of our countrymen. It smelled like burning hair
and rancid eggs. I watched as our friends pulled
chunks of brimstone from their faces. Is any form
of loving this indecent?

Cover your eyes tight,
husband, until you see stars, convince
yourself you are looking at Heaven.

Because any man weak enough to hide his eyes while his neighbors
are punished for the way they love deserves a vengeful god.

I would say these things to you now, Lot,
but an ocean has dried itself on my tongue.
So instead I will stand here, while my body blows itself
grain by grain back over the Land of Canaan.
I will stand here
and I will watch you
run.


- Karen Finneyfrock

6.

Apr. 12th, 2012 05:52 am
levity: (that free will thing was a bugger)
What Lot's Wife Would Have Said (If She Wasn't A Pillar of Salt)

Do you remember when we met
in Gomorrah? When you were still beardless,
and I would oil my hair in the lamp light before seeing
you, when we were young, and blushed with youth
like bruised fruit. Did we care then
what our neighbors did
in the dark?

When our first daughter was born
on the River Jordan, when our second
cracked her pink head from my body
like a promise, did we worry
what our friends might be
doing with their tongues?

What new crevices they found
to lick love into or strange flesh
to push pleasure from, when we
called them Sodomites then,
all we meant by it
was neighbor.

When the angels told us to run
from the city, I went with you,
but even the angels knew
that women always look back.
Let me describe for you, Lot,
what your city looked like burning
since you never turned around to see it.

Sulfur ran its sticky fingers over the skin
of our countrymen. It smelled like burning hair
and rancid eggs. I watched as our friends pulled
chunks of brimstone from their faces. Is any form
of loving this indecent?

Cover your eyes tight,
husband, until you see stars, convince
yourself you are looking at Heaven.

Because any man weak enough to hide his eyes while his neighbors
are punished for the way they love deserves a vengeful god.

I would say these things to you now, Lot,
but an ocean has dried itself on my tongue.
So instead I will stand here, while my body blows itself
grain by grain back over the Land of Canaan.
I will stand here
and I will watch you
run.


- Karen Finneyfrock
levity: (inconceivable!)
Walang hiyang ICBM launch ng North Korea na iyan.
levity: (inconceivable!)
Walang hiyang ICBM launch ng North Korea na iyan.
levity: (humans need fantasy to be human)
Yesterday my mother and I went to Cardinal Santos to be part of the cheering squad for my grandmother's cataract operation. Tito Angel turned the waiting time into coffee and picnic time, which I suppose is par for the course for family, and afterwards Lola Emma was irritated that we'd all had merienda while she was under general anaesthesia, so we went to the newly-opened Pancake House right beside the hospital's parking lot, and it was right there on the wall beside the Deathly Hallows poster, the iconic You don't get to 500 million friends without making a few enemies. I grinned like a loon the entire time.

This is the really annoying thing about fandom: it sneaks up on you. It's like that overused Neil Gaiman quote, where you're going about your perfectly good life and one day a friend of yours goes on and on about this brilliant professional athlete with a childhood growth hormone deficiency while this major international tournament for a sport you always knew existed but never really cared about is going on in the background, and the next thing you know Argentina's kicked out of the World Cup after losing to Germany four-nil and something inside of you twists and you're searching for all the old articles and all the fic alike because you need everything- you need to see more of this person and you need story like breathing and who cares if you haven't eaten anything but Nutella in two days. (I did this. My advice is not to, but if you're intent on it, make sure you buy the largest jar of Nutella there is, for easy consumption.)

Or reading the thousand love stories of werewolf teachers and overlarge black dogs, or of time-displaced super soldiers and genius billionaire playboy philanthropists, or of angels with bookshops and demons with Bentleys who have lived far too long and far too much to be anything but somewhat human. Or unable to think of Istanbul without feeling nostalgic for something you never had, or of Krispy Kreme without grinning through gritted teeth. Or laughing your head off whenever someone says "Don't let me detain you", or mentions marlin or trout.

It's ridiculous. I walked past the punk prophet genius billionaire traitor poster in the Taft MRT station for four months and it didn't mean anything, and now I'm listening to Somebody That I Used to Know on repeat and going through all the Andrew Garfield pictures and I make stupid faces when people mention chicken and I don't even think The Social Network is a fantastic movie. It doesn't manage to portray misogynistic characters without being a misogynistic movie and it doesn't say anything we don't already know about technology and how futures are seen and shaped and how those ways have changed but there was Mark saying that he'd wanted to work with Eduardo because Eduardo was his best friend during the Winklevii's deposition and then looking at Eduardo's empty chair and there was don't fish eat other fish and there was Mark's panicked phone call, if one domino goes all the other dominoes go, while on the other end Eduardo's putting out the fire threatening to consume his bed and all around falling to pieces and there was that fucking hallway scene, I need you out here, please don't tell him I said that and what do you mean get left behind, I cannot watch that scene without feeling physically ill because if those idiots had just listened to each other- and there was eighteen thousand dollars, will that get you through the summer and I was your only friend and everything that had changed in Eduardo between those two scenes and there was sorry my Prada's at the cleaners along with my hoodie and my fuck-you flip-flops, gods, Eduardo, I love you so much and there was Erica Albright's entire breakup speech-

And I don't know if lots and lots of great moments can make up for things like, say, Eduardo's little speech on Asian girls, or the entire Christy Lee groupie/jealous harpy dismissal thing, but sometimes you have feelings and then, as they say, fandom happens to you. It is an amazing fandom. I love it to pieces.
levity: (humans need fantasy to be human)
Yesterday my mother and I went to Cardinal Santos to be part of the cheering squad for my grandmother's cataract operation. Tito Angel turned the waiting time into coffee and picnic time, which I suppose is par for the course for family, and afterwards Lola Emma was irritated that we'd all had merienda while she was under general anaesthesia, so we went to the newly-opened Pancake House right beside the hospital's parking lot, and it was right there on the wall beside the Deathly Hallows poster, the iconic You don't get to 500 million friends without making a few enemies. I grinned like a loon the entire time.

This is the really annoying thing about fandom: it sneaks up on you. It's like that overused Neil Gaiman quote, where you're going about your perfectly good life and one day a friend of yours goes on and on about this brilliant professional athlete with a childhood growth hormone deficiency while this major international tournament for a sport you always knew existed but never really cared about is going on in the background, and the next thing you know Argentina's kicked out of the World Cup after losing to Germany four-nil and something inside of you twists and you're searching for all the old articles and all the fic alike because you need everything- you need to see more of this person and you need story like breathing and who cares if you haven't eaten anything but Nutella in two days. (I did this. My advice is not to, but if you're intent on it, make sure you buy the largest jar of Nutella there is, for easy consumption.)

Or reading the thousand love stories of werewolf teachers and overlarge black dogs, or of time-displaced super soldiers and genius billionaire playboy philanthropists, or of angels with bookshops and demons with Bentleys who have lived far too long and far too much to be anything but somewhat human. Or unable to think of Istanbul without feeling nostalgic for something you never had, or of Krispy Kreme without grinning through gritted teeth. Or laughing your head off whenever someone says "Don't let me detain you", or mentions marlin or trout.

It's ridiculous. I walked past the punk prophet genius billionaire traitor poster in the Taft MRT station for four months and it didn't mean anything, and now I'm listening to Somebody That I Used to Know on repeat and going through all the Andrew Garfield pictures and I make stupid faces when people mention chicken and I don't even think The Social Network is a fantastic movie. It doesn't manage to portray misogynistic characters without being a misogynistic movie and it doesn't say anything we don't already know about technology and how futures are seen and shaped and how those ways have changed but there was Mark saying that he'd wanted to work with Eduardo because Eduardo was his best friend during the Winklevii's deposition and then looking at Eduardo's empty chair and there was don't fish eat other fish and there was Mark's panicked phone call, if one domino goes all the other dominoes go, while on the other end Eduardo's putting out the fire threatening to consume his bed and all around falling to pieces and there was that fucking hallway scene, I need you out here, please don't tell him I said that and what do you mean get left behind, I cannot watch that scene without feeling physically ill because if those idiots had just listened to each other- and there was eighteen thousand dollars, will that get you through the summer and I was your only friend and everything that had changed in Eduardo between those two scenes and there was sorry my Prada's at the cleaners along with my hoodie and my fuck-you flip-flops, gods, Eduardo, I love you so much and there was Erica Albright's entire breakup speech-

And I don't know if lots and lots of great moments can make up for things like, say, Eduardo's little speech on Asian girls, or the entire Christy Lee groupie/jealous harpy dismissal thing, but sometimes you have feelings and then, as they say, fandom happens to you. It is an amazing fandom. I love it to pieces.

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