I like My Body...

And now, a small break from Coastiness to read a little e e Cummings. Because, yes.

I Like My Body When It Is With Your

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

e. e. cummings

Quoth the Raven...

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Ok, so fall is officially in full swing, and I found myself asking 'why does everything seem to naturally go...creepy-ish?'  I'm not talking about people getting ready for Halloween, some to a ridiculous extreme. I looked around a couple days ago and realized that October can be beautifully dark and dreary. Splashes of vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows against a swirling backdrop of grey. The trees become skeletons blowing in a chilling breeze. I dunno, I was just wondering...

Along with autumn and Halloween, people drag out one of my favorite authors, Poe. Yes, his stories are a bit unnerving, but there's something about his writing that fully engages my imagination, his stories and poetry are, although dark, quite beautiful. And, to my surprise, I found out just a few days ago that a movie is being made called: The Raven,
( WARNING: The trailer is a little creepy and gore is strongly inferred, so if you have a really good imagination and would like to avoid conjuring up images of  not so nice crime scenes, DON'T WATCH IT! If you have no problem with it...carry on ;)    staring John Cusack as the infamous and tortured Edgar Allen Poe.


I also found, and devoured all too quickly, a book based off of the works of Poe, called Nevermore.

I almost want to tell you not to pay any attention to the description, because I don't want you to stereotype it into a fictitious-teen-romance-novel...Sure, there is an underlying element of romance in it, it's hard to find a book without that these days, BUT it's not sappyoverdoneinyourface. It's not even the main point of the book. If it makes it any better, or more appealing, IT HAS NO VAMPIRES! ;) What it is, is intense, gripping, slightly creepy, and without a sequel until January! *sigh*

This book involved me so much (for what reason I know not) that even though I've finished it and am experiencing my usual post-good book-depression, I still can't stop carrying it around with me and staring at the cover...I think I'll probably read it again...now. Just because I was not at all ready for the story to end and to say my temporary goodbye to the characters. Anyways...you should all go read it. It's fast and crazy, and you don't have to enjoy it...but who knows? You just might.

Talk Like A Pirate Day

"Captain Hook must remember

Not to scratch his toes.

Captain Hook must watch out

And never pick his nose.

Captain Hook must be gentle

When he shakes your hand.

Captain Hook must be careful

Openin' sardine cans

And playing tag and puring tea

And turnin' pages of his book.

Lots of folks I'm glad I aint -

But mostly Captain Hook!"

~Shel Silverstein.

A state of melancholy

"Oh sweet melancholy

eyes full of tears will be

longing for someone to comfort me

Oh will you sooth my sorrowful soul?

And keep the tears at bay?

If I unlocked my heart

would you come in,

or run away?

Oh sorrowful soul! Oh heavy heart!

My body's full of fears

For you, my love, have gone away

And left me, lonesome, here

I know that you're not out of reach

And homeward bound will be

But while you're gone, I'll sing our song,

And melancholy be."

Call me crazy, I'll say ambitious

Yesterday I took a trip to the Library with my mother and sister. I had no plans to borrow any books. After all, I was in the middle of two, and have one on loan from a friend of mine that I haven't cracked open yet! It was gonna be a quick in and out returning job.....or so I thought.

We got in there, I placed my two returns on the desk, and then I looked around me. I am fascinated by libraries. Their nooks and crannies, rows upon rows of shelves crammed with books, the smell of dust, love, and old paper. Sometimes I imagine what it would be like to live there. To be locked away at night, everything is quiet, the building empty, the lights glow softly, and you are alone with millions upon millions of books.

What would you do? Roam the isles aimlessly? Start from one end of the library and make your way to the other, reading every single book that lay between? Find secret rooms and passages that are hidden deep in the belly of the building(I'm sure they're there....but maybe not, if your libraries aren't as old as mine). Make a fort out of books. Stand on the balcony overlooking the entrance hall and recite Shakespeare at the top of your lungs, with all the emotion you could muster. Sing....I'm sure the acoustics are great in there ;) Slide back and forth on the ladders on wheels like it was a ride at the amusement park(You know you've always wanted to do that, don't even lie to me!)

As you can see, I've given this a lot of thought and imagination. When I have my own place, there WILL be a room fully devoted to books. I promise you. (Actually...that's what my room is starting to look like now....)

Anyways, I dropped my books off and started looking around. I couldn't help it. The books were calling to me, how could I not answer? It's like a game of hide and seek. You have to keep going until you find that one story that is calling for you. My sister grabbed my hand and we headed for the children's section, one of my favorite rooms. I came out of there with at least three books, two children's horror stories(E.A.Poe style) and one that seemed to be about an evil, mind controlling puppeteer....

Next, I moved to the teen section, a place I tend to stay away from cause I feel the quality is a little less....something. It's hard to find a good story in there, I think. They're all mostly brainless young adult romance novels seemingly to consist of lots of drama, sex, drugs, or vampires(among other supernatural creatures) They have their place, and can be fun to read, but I need something with substance. Something that I can devour and feel full, not inhale and afterwords wonder, "What did I just read?" So, I hunted until I found four other books. Just as I was starting to lose feeling in my arms from my massive load of literature, I ventured out into the main hall where I found my mother and sister browsing among he 'new summer reads' display. There I found my very last one....OK. I was really done now. Really. I mean, I only have 3 weeks to start and finish most of these, and then maybe another 3 if I don't get exhausted of what's left and feel like renewing any of them.

I decided that I would read one with my coffee and breakfast in the morning, bring another one to work with me(hoping that I would really be too busy and not have time to read), and pour over a third one before bed. So...three a day...I'm not even gonna bother pretending that I have an estimated end date on any of them....All I aim for is to finish one, and start the next.

8 books, 3 weeks, no time....We'll see how this goes.

You may call me crazy....But I'd prefer to label myself as ambitiously-out-of-my-mind. Besides, sane people never have much fun anyways. So, I intend to constantly be hopping out of my world and into 3 others everyday at various times :) I think it'll be refreshing, escaping from my reality. And maybe inspire me to start writing my little stories again.

Books I borrowed(In case you were wondering):

• Puppet Master - by Joanne Owen
• Uncle Monague's Tales of Terror - by Chris Priestley
• Tales of Terror from the Black Ship - by Chris Priestley
• Beauty - by Robin McKinley
• A Kiss in Time - by Alex Flinn
• Stardust - by Neil Gaiman
• Freaks - by Annette Curtis Klause
• Clockwork Angel - by Cassandra Clare

I've found that I gravitate towards books on Carnivals, Pirates, retellings of fairy tales, sci-fi stories set in 1800's England, and over all whimsical books with darker themes....do the books you read tell anything about your personality? I don't even know what these say about mine....

HAPPY READING!

My Ocean and Me

'Sometimes, I feel like the ocean and me
Have more things in common than you can see
I'm sorry if I've hurt you
Immersed you in my pain
Drowned you in my passion
Swallowed by a wave of rage

Lately I've been the definition of confusion
Switching from blue skies to rain
Back and forth from peace to trepidation
Changing in the blink of your eye

When all I wish to do
Is hold you in my arms
And rock you back and forth
To the rhythm of our hearts
It's you who calms my stormy moods
And stirs me up inside
You don't know it, but it's true
But these feelings I must hide,
From you....

Yes, I'm as uncertain as the sea
Unsure of just who I should be
If I should dash your heart upon the rocks
Or pull you out to play
Should I let you float on by?
Watching from the corner of my eye
As I let you gently slip away
Unaware of me....

Yes, sometimes I feel like the sea,
Which means you don't really know me...

At all.'

Poetry

Summering - Robert Frost

I would arise and in a deram go on---
Not very far, not very far---and then
Lie down amid the sunny grass again,
And fall asleep till night-time or next dawn.

In sleepy self-sufficiency I'd turn;
I'd seek new comfort and be hard to please---
Far in a meadow by an isle of trees,
All summer long amid the grass and fern.

Forests would have to be all round about,
And the mead silent, and the grasses deep,
Else I might not gain such a tireless sleep!
I could not slumber if the wains were out!

Dear uncle screwtape - a quotable

A book I'd like to share with you is The Screwtape Letters, by C. S. Lewis. Yeah, that's right, the narnia guy. In case you don't know already, Lewis has quite the collection of books to his name. All of them are filled with quotes of wisdom and truth, thought provoking substance. The screwtape letters is a book about a senior demon, screwtape, who is writing letters back and forth with his nephew, wormwood, a demon in training. The quote I'm sharing with you is just one of the many that amaze me. Bear in mind that the 'enemy' and 'Him' refer to God.

Do not be decieved, Wormwood.
Our cause is never more in danger
than when a human, no longer desiring,
but still intending to do our Enemy's
will, looks around upon a universe from which
every trace of Him seems to have
vanished and asks why he has been forsaken,
and STILL obeys.


- Posted from emikel's iPhone -

Let's Give It Up For Dinosaurs

IF I HAD A BRONTOSAURUS

If I had a brontosaurus,

I would name him Horace or Morris.

But if suddenly one day he had

A lot of little brontosauri---

I would change his name

To Laurie.

~Shell Silverstien, Where The Sidewalk Ends

True Story

This morning I jumped on my horse
And I went out for a ride,
And some wild outlaws chased me
And they shot me in the side.
So I crawled into a wild cat's cave
To find a place to hide,
But some pirates found me sleeping there,
And soon they had me tied
To a pole and built a fire
Under me - I almost cried
Till a mermaid came and cut me loose
And begged to be my bride,
So I said I'd come back Wednesday
But I must admit I lied.
Then I ran into a jungle swamp
But I forgot my guide
And I stepped into some quicksand,
And no matter how I tried
I couldn't get out, until I met
A water snake named Clyde,
Who pulled me into some cannibals
Who planned to have me fried.
But an eagle came and swooped me p
And through the air we flied,
But he dropped me in a boiling lake
A thousand miles wide.
And you'll never guess what I did then -
I DIED.