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I like this, and wish to impart it to you all:
[He clears his throat a little, then reads aloud from the book]
Waking up in the same skin isn't enough.
You need more and more evidence
of who it is that
wakes up in the same skin.
But what evidence?
Reality is unreliable: a whirlwind
of dust that appears
and disappears every day.
Your thirst stretches out it's white dunes.
Every day in the dust
you distinguish
not islands but their darkness
heaped on the polished mirror of a sea.
Not doors but their shadows
slammed in the house of wind.
Not lighthouses but their half-second SOS
in red, green and yellow.
Not language but languages.
Not a hand closing a curtain
but a hand.
And the day is over,
not wiser than the night in which
you waited for someone
who came and wasn't what you waited for.
[He lowers his hand, and smiles faintly, to all appearances completely at peace with everything about the world.]
It's written by Kapka Kassabova, of Midgard. I like best those first few lines, the thought of doubting who it is who shares your skin...
[He closes the book, and smiles again, before reaching down to end the feed.
Yep, this post was literally Loki just publicizing the fact that he is alive, uninjured, and happily enjoying poetry and sunlight up in the gardens while the Avengers are all FLIPPING OUT FLIPPING OUT EVERYWHERE OMG!]
I like this, and wish to impart it to you all:
[He clears his throat a little, then reads aloud from the book]
Waking up in the same skin isn't enough.
You need more and more evidence
of who it is that
wakes up in the same skin.
But what evidence?
Reality is unreliable: a whirlwind
of dust that appears
and disappears every day.
Your thirst stretches out it's white dunes.
Every day in the dust
you distinguish
not islands but their darkness
heaped on the polished mirror of a sea.
Not doors but their shadows
slammed in the house of wind.
Not lighthouses but their half-second SOS
in red, green and yellow.
Not language but languages.
Not a hand closing a curtain
but a hand.
And the day is over,
not wiser than the night in which
you waited for someone
who came and wasn't what you waited for.
[He lowers his hand, and smiles faintly, to all appearances completely at peace with everything about the world.]
It's written by Kapka Kassabova, of Midgard. I like best those first few lines, the thought of doubting who it is who shares your skin...
[He closes the book, and smiles again, before reaching down to end the feed.
Yep, this post was literally Loki just publicizing the fact that he is alive, uninjured, and happily enjoying poetry and sunlight up in the gardens while the Avengers are all FLIPPING OUT FLIPPING OUT EVERYWHERE OMG!]
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Date: 2012-09-11 10:15 pm (UTC)All time is unredeemable.
[He repeats the lines, ponderously.]
What do you think of that idea? That existence is always exactly what it is?
[He's interested, and he waves a lazy hand at the later comments. He remembers how the Norse recorded their Sagas.]
Yes, I know the style. It's good for when you're telling tales to children, and for when you've many verses to remember.
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Date: 2012-09-11 11:02 pm (UTC)[Sigrun can drink him under the table any day, and has.]
I don't buy the notion of predestination, complete determinism. Definitely don't believe in an infallible deity. Never have. Too tidy. Too easy.
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Date: 2012-09-11 11:16 pm (UTC)Mm. I'll not question your reasoning on infallible beings, but why not determinism?
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Date: 2012-09-11 11:22 pm (UTC)What about you? Do you have free will? Or are the dance along the artery and the circulation of the lymph figured in the drift of stars? [He thumps the book softly with one big finger, inserting the footnote and citation.]
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Date: 2012-09-11 11:38 pm (UTC)In truth, I know not. I think that our freedoms, from birth, are ruled by forces far beyond our control, but how tight the grip they have upon is? I can not say.
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Date: 2012-09-11 11:44 pm (UTC)Do you have gods in Asgard? Do you pray, does it ever slip into your idiom even if it's an idea long gone?
[His voice is accented with a little Chicago, a heavy dose of Queens. It takes a little delicacy out of the words.]
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Date: 2012-09-12 01:05 am (UTC)And no, not Gods as you would think of them. We have... folk heroes, I suppose you would call them. Great ancestors.
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Date: 2012-09-12 01:21 am (UTC)You'd probably like P.K. Page, if you liked that Kassabova poem. If you're gonna be in the poetry section anyway.