weialala leia!

[ontology]

So, I've realised an interesting fact about myself. Most of you will probably not be surprised.

When I enter a new fandom, or am rediscovering an old one, I attempt to connect it to Eliot somehow. Um, yes. While I was waiting to get sleepy last night, I paged through my Complete Eliot and decided that Angel (so far the most likely candidate for Elioting) might find certain passages of Ash-Wednesday and The Hollow Men rather apt. A bit of Rhapsody on a Windy Night, too. Um, yes. I have a feeling it is too late; therapy cannot do me any good now. (But just look at them, will you? I mean really.) And hey,

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

-- reminds me of Simon Tam rather a lot. Oh dear. I haven't really found anyone in any fandom who suits The Waste Land, although I can see River quoting:

A woman drew her long black hair out tight     
And fiddled whisper music on those strings     
And bats with baby faces in the violet light     
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall     
And upside down in air were towers     
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours     
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.

And most of you lot know that T.S. Eliot is Remus Lupin's favourite poet. (Shut up. He is. Look at Preludes! And Prufrock! They were practically written about him! And, um, I actually possess about half a draft of an entire Remus-fic based on Rhapsody on a Windy Night. Yes.) And that Four Quartets was written after Mr Eliot took a spin in the TARDIS (definitely post-Time War, because there are references all over the place). And ressie_noldo and I decided once that the Weialala Leia are an alien race, but that's beside the point.

So, this is Banui's brain on, er, madness. Yes. Going away now.

(Stuff about Life later, maybe. I've been having a few days half-out of the world, which is nice, but I also feel about three times as absent-minded as usual, and I've always been terrifically absent-minded.)

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[builtofsorrow.livejournal.com]

You attempt to connect everything to Eliot? Why I never would have dreamt.

-grins-

♥!

[suangelita.livejournal.com]

I HATE ELIOT!

How *dare* you imply that Angel would lower himself to reading that degrading and boring and depressing and just plain horrible... stuff???

*ahem* I really don't like Eliot. :P

I think Angel would read something more... better. Like Frost. I think he'd appreciate Frost. Hmm. I'd have to flip through my books again...

Btw, Giles gets *fired*. Like, he's no longer a Watcher! Oh, and you missed a kiss between Angel and Buffy. ;) *bemoans Angel's leaving Buffy but does rejoice at episodes all about Angel every time*

There's a new Watcher. Roberto says he grows on you. But he doesn't wear tweed. (But he is British)

And there was something else I was going to say, but I forgot. Oh well, Kiera's calling...

[travellers-home.livejournal.com]

Lol! I love it when you ramble about your fandoms. I was talking with my flatmate late one night (much too late, I must say), and we were trying to come up with a reason why certain shows/movies/characters attracted us, while we found others uninteresting. Any thoughts?

[burningstarsxe.livejournal.com]

weialala leia!

I was just reading that poem . . .

[take-a-sadsong.livejournal.com]

I'm going to find a book of T.S. Eliot poems. somewhere. at the library. I will.

And I do the same thing, but with Bliss Carman poetry. His poems don't fit people as much as much as it does events in time, and random feelings.

I really need to sit down and write poetry. I used to so much when I was little, but now I feel like everything comes out really cliched. I'm realizing more and more that sometimes editing poetry and working on a poem for months doesn't necessarily mean I'm cramping creativity. I hate editing though. bahh. >_<

I should actually try writing fanfiction. I don't really know what I'd write it of, except for Narnia. I WANT TO MAKE A NARNIA FANMIX SO BAD BUT I DON'T HAVE CD BURNING SOFTWARE AUGH. >_<

Oh, and I've been wanting to call you, but I don't know when it's a good time. I hate calling people when they're eating dinner or something. When is your day usually telephone-friendly? :D

[oh, and, for the extremely little I know about Lupin (since reading HP is off-limits, but I've seen the first three movies), he does seem a great deal like Prufrock! ♥]

[barefoottomboy.livejournal.com]

Okay, remember when you posted to booklisters asking for autumnal reading, and I recommended the Mortal Engines quartet? If you haven't read them yet, you must, because a) they're awesome, and b) the third book quotes from The Four Quartets.

(I've just reread them, and immediately thought of you when I saw that. ;-)

[lady-moriel.livejournal.com]

Hm. Yes, definitely. I would also agree with you that Frost is too...uncomplicated, or something...for Angel, although I Have Been One Acquainted with the Night (http://www.internal.org/view_poem.phtml?poemID=119) is rather apt. (I still like "Rhapsody on a Windy Night" better, for what it's worth, but still.) And wow, I sort of can't conceive having that much hatred toward a poet... >_<

Also, we read Louis Macneice's Bagpipe Music (http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bagpipe-music/) for class today and it's overall very...weird, but mostly the good kind of weird. Anyway I can totally see River quoting this part:

John MacDonald found a corpse, put it under the sofa,
Waited till it came to life and hit it with a poker,
Sold its eyes for souvenirs, sold its blood for whiskey,
Kept its bones for dumbbells to use when he was fifty.