Gratuitous poetry post, mark two.

[labellementeuse]

This one is by Clive Barker, and it's the poem on the cover of Abarat,, which I'd thouroughly recommend; I don't think it has a title, the site I found it on had it as "Preface to Abarat."


I dreamed a limitless book,
A book unbound,
Its leaves scattered in fantastic abundance.

On every line there was a new horizon drawn,
New heavens supposed;
New states, new souls.

On of those souls,
Dozing through some imagined afternoon,
Dreamed these words.
And needing a hand to set them down,
Made mine.


I really like this one... not sure why. It just.. mmm. I don't know, it reads like a library. Or a book shop. Or like my bookshelves above the bunk, which I've stuffed with everythign I've read at least twice. (And I jsut redid them and have them all luvverly, too...)

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[labellementeuse.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I like Malingo friend-wise. He makes me laugh.

Oh, I'm sure we'll see him round.... I just hadn't connected him to Candy.

Carrion... meh. I'm going half and half on him. I'm not his greatest fan, put it like that.... on the other hand, there's something to be said for the charmingly nasty.

[persephone-kore.livejournal.com]

Oh, Carrion would certainly be an alarming choice, to put it mildly. But I'd feel sorry for him if he were acting in good faith (for once?) and Mater Motley spoiled it. Only I'd also think he'd been very stupid.

I ended up laughing over his sitting around in odd places whispering "Candy" over and over, though. The pathos is all very nice, and then I get this image of his subjects timidly bringing him sugar in an effort to fix things. And hopefully getting away before he notices they're there. :P