After Movie Night

[eredien]

[Gaudior: thank you. You see. I am working it out slowly.
Rush: movie good. Writing good. You know.

Please do not be alarmed. I'm thinking. I am not physically harming myself. Please comment on writing if you would like.]

Keeping Names

"I don't know. I didn't understand." He frowned and was silent while he cleaned out the cup. Finally, he said, "when you go swimming in the deep parts of the river in the summer, and watch the sunlight flow through the water onto the stones—it was a word like that."

She says
she's only seen two reactions:
Write on oneself--
always,
or never again.

I always write on myself

It is the only thing

We really know.

They write on themselves
the sweeping line of wing
the dots the clouds
the word
arcing through the sky

under the sun

she sits in a room
dark
with shades
pulled down
the knife
bled wet
first one name then the other

and none of them hers

It is so wrong
Is it so wrong

My hands, too
always have to have something to do
my pen

My pen!

There is blood
ink
under these nails.

Comments

[eredien]

Weyrlady: The metaphor of blood-and-writing isn't mine, though I've used it before, in poems written during in highschool, and such. I was thinking of it mostly in the context of the movie watched Friday night, Peter Greenaway's The Pillow Book. (Squick note: I just looked at that page, and it had a little note, "ordering for Valentine's Day?" Anyone who orders that movie for their sweetie is one sick puppy.)

Raki: it wasn't really metonymy, I think. Ask me to explain sometime when you have a few spare hours. :)

Spooniest: I'd like to get together with Homasse, or really anyone. I love collaborative writing, and have several years' experience doing it. It has different joys than solo writing, but is good.

Thank you all.