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23 April, 2012

The Queen of Air and Darkness

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , — Obdormio @ 00:00

Well, midnight is fast approaching, my self-imposed deadline looming, and I’ve got nothing. I’ve been racking my brain all day trying to come up with something decent to write, and gotten nowhere. I guess I’m just tuckered out right now.

In lieu of my own words, let me point you to someone else’s. I’m not what you’d call well-versed in poetry, but I do enjoy the occasional bit of rhyme and meter. The other day I stumbled on to a short collection of poems by A. E. Housman, and found I quite liked them. See, i was curious where Jim Butcher got the title for Queen Mab in the Dresden Files, the Queen of Air and Darkness. Looking it up, I discovered it was the name of one of the books in The Once and Future King – a book I actually own, but haven’t read yet. That book, in turn, got the name from a Houseman poem, found in the collection Last Poems.

Her strong enchantments failing,
Her towers of fear in wreck,
Her limbecks dried of poisons
And the knife at her neck,

The Queen of air and darkness
Begins to shrill and cry,
‘O young man, O my slayer,
To-morrow you shall die.’

O Queen of air and darkness,
I think ’tis truth you say,
And I shall die to-morrow;
But you will die to-day.

Yup, this is the sort of poetry I like. I also quite liked this one, which I think is a bit more representative, what with being about war and how dumb it is to die for your country:

Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough
The land and not the sea,
And leave the soldiers at their drill,
And all about the idle hill
Shepherd your sheep with me.

Oh stay with company and mirth
And daylight and the air;
Too full already is the grave
Of fellows that were good and brave
And died because they were.

So yeah. Go read some poetry.

22 March, 2012

A Sigh at Close of Day

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , — Obdormio @ 00:00

Oh why, oh why, do error’s missives fly
To plague my screen, all brooding, bleak and dour?
Why must I simply watch the signal die?
I’ve fiddled with the settings for an hour!
Perhaps the mystic box of light’s to blame,
Whence fly the aether’s waves throughout my home?
Or even further, from where first  they came,
The error lies, obscured in hostile gloam?
I’ve run the tests, done all that you propose;
At every turn, a new hope dies, all broken.
Though I’ve been patient, now despair o’erflows;
My sorrow can no longer go unspoken:
I’ve put up with your every little quirk.
Why won’t the friggin’ Internet just work?!

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