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crazyfurries) wrote2012-07-11 06:37 pm
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Five things from ceitfianna
1. Art The biggest part of my soul. Art, any kind of thing that is done well and with love is an ART. Kurt Vonnegut might have been someone who said it best, that arts, any kind of art, is a human way of making life more bearable. There is joy, sadness and expression in any art, no matter what mood you are in. Not matter how you feel when you start some art, you feel something else entirely when it's done, and it is singularly the greatest piece of mental-based skin-shifting in existence. You've somehow removed the covering you had and made it real, put it out to the world, to be seen, eaten, remembered, decay in a corner or drift in the wind and tongues of life.
And some rare wonderful people simply make their entire lives art. Never forget that. It still amazes me that people can live off of their art and passions for those arts as well, in this day and age, with what I was surrounded by in school.
2. Bordertown I think, when I was 14 or 15, part of me wanted to go somewhere. In 2002 I picked up Finder by Emma Bull, and that part of me ran off for the 'greener' pastures of Bordertown. That's the purple prose at least. To me it's not a glittering city, it's a wholly different and yet entirely familiar place, even for a back-asswoods rural village girl such as myself. I have no spectacular daydreams about being the greatest there, maybe another face amid the creative people living there, either in squats, homes, apartments or collectives. I once, in an entry, described it as the lovechild of Lord of the Rings and RENT, without the overt christian messages. There's elves but they're not always NICE elves, or at least not nice in human definitions of the word. There's humans, but they are not always nice humans, or even as bad as they think they are. There's always been monsters in dark, some of them are people, some of them are monsters of desperation in those streets.
There's laughter there, there's graffiti murals built by many as if a quilt of color, words and symbols, there's artisans making everything from clothes to paper, there's magic that can be made with naught but a calm breath, thread, needle and time. I would go there, given the chance and means to take the list I have for going there. Because there's a real chance that I could make magic with my embroidery.
3. Spirituality A roughly carved wooden sculpture, the largest parts knocked out and only just recently in the last three years have new details been slowly etched out. The prayers are silent ones because I do not trust my own mouth to speak. The rituals are quick, quiet, spur of the moment itches and rarely recorded, and often if someone stumbles across what's left of one later...they won't know it was there. I believe everything can be used in some way, for magic. One shouldn't DO magic just because one can, all the time. I'm not sure what to call myself, but that's probably a good thing.
4. Home Something that at this very moment in my life, is rapidly changing now. For 25 years this house has been home, and it's hard thinking of what someplace new might be like. I suppose for now, that the definition of home is this. It's where I cook for myself, park my computer, and find my online support group in Milliways.
5. Tyler Marlocke Both the happiest and the woobiest pup in my roster, and always the loudest headvoice, though the speed his canon moves at could at best be described as frustrating. Look at the history of comics and the plots that've ran in them before. Then read PS238 and tell me that those same plots, alien invasions, sudden power gain, alternate realities...aren't handled with just a touch of honest humanity and age.
The other thing about him is that Tyler is ...so very weird. He was raised on a moon base, goes to school with superheroes, has a secret identity that is staying secret (save for a few, and this REALLY weirds him out sometimes), and one day might explode from all the secrets. Fifteen years later, he's exploded as someone on the order of being the goddamn Batman for his universe. I love him for the secrets he keeps for others safety, and how in the most terrifyingly weird events, he's the voice of calm reason.
And some rare wonderful people simply make their entire lives art. Never forget that. It still amazes me that people can live off of their art and passions for those arts as well, in this day and age, with what I was surrounded by in school.
2. Bordertown I think, when I was 14 or 15, part of me wanted to go somewhere. In 2002 I picked up Finder by Emma Bull, and that part of me ran off for the 'greener' pastures of Bordertown. That's the purple prose at least. To me it's not a glittering city, it's a wholly different and yet entirely familiar place, even for a back-asswoods rural village girl such as myself. I have no spectacular daydreams about being the greatest there, maybe another face amid the creative people living there, either in squats, homes, apartments or collectives. I once, in an entry, described it as the lovechild of Lord of the Rings and RENT, without the overt christian messages. There's elves but they're not always NICE elves, or at least not nice in human definitions of the word. There's humans, but they are not always nice humans, or even as bad as they think they are. There's always been monsters in dark, some of them are people, some of them are monsters of desperation in those streets.
There's laughter there, there's graffiti murals built by many as if a quilt of color, words and symbols, there's artisans making everything from clothes to paper, there's magic that can be made with naught but a calm breath, thread, needle and time. I would go there, given the chance and means to take the list I have for going there. Because there's a real chance that I could make magic with my embroidery.
3. Spirituality A roughly carved wooden sculpture, the largest parts knocked out and only just recently in the last three years have new details been slowly etched out. The prayers are silent ones because I do not trust my own mouth to speak. The rituals are quick, quiet, spur of the moment itches and rarely recorded, and often if someone stumbles across what's left of one later...they won't know it was there. I believe everything can be used in some way, for magic. One shouldn't DO magic just because one can, all the time. I'm not sure what to call myself, but that's probably a good thing.
4. Home Something that at this very moment in my life, is rapidly changing now. For 25 years this house has been home, and it's hard thinking of what someplace new might be like. I suppose for now, that the definition of home is this. It's where I cook for myself, park my computer, and find my online support group in Milliways.
5. Tyler Marlocke Both the happiest and the woobiest pup in my roster, and always the loudest headvoice, though the speed his canon moves at could at best be described as frustrating. Look at the history of comics and the plots that've ran in them before. Then read PS238 and tell me that those same plots, alien invasions, sudden power gain, alternate realities...aren't handled with just a touch of honest humanity and age.
The other thing about him is that Tyler is ...so very weird. He was raised on a moon base, goes to school with superheroes, has a secret identity that is staying secret (save for a few, and this REALLY weirds him out sometimes), and one day might explode from all the secrets. Fifteen years later, he's exploded as someone on the order of being the goddamn Batman for his universe. I love him for the secrets he keeps for others safety, and how in the most terrifyingly weird events, he's the voice of calm reason.