Feb. 8th, 2011
Poetry Fishbowl Open!
Feb. 8th, 2011 10:51 amEmotional Sequencing (small scale)
Feb. 8th, 2011 10:58 amEmotional Sequencing (small scale)
Feb. 8th, 2011 10:58 amEmotional Sequencing (small scale)
Feb. 8th, 2011 10:58 amEmotional Sequencing (small scale)
Feb. 8th, 2011 10:58 amFrom Reagan to Here
Feb. 8th, 2011 11:09 amFrom Reagan to Here
Feb. 8th, 2011 11:09 amFrom Reagan to Here
Feb. 8th, 2011 11:09 amFrom Reagan to Here
Feb. 8th, 2011 11:09 amPoetry Fishbowl Open!
Feb. 8th, 2011 11:55 amStarting now, the Poetry Fishbowl is open! Today's theme is "Vision and Sight" as selected by the audience in a poll. I will be checking this page periodically throughout the day. When people make suggestions, I'll pick some and weave them together into a poem ... and then another ... and so on. I'm hoping to get a lot of ideas and a lot of poems.
Sky is clear today and the ice has mostly melted off the trees, so the signal should be clean, gods and weather willing. Please help pass the word about the fishbowl today since it had to be rescheduled. You might also like to view the new samples of scrapbooked poems including "Wings of Steel."
What Is a Poetry Fishbowl?
Writing is usually considered a solitary pursuit. One exception to this is a fascinating exercise called a "fishbowl." This has various forms, but all of them basically involve some kind of writing in public, usually with interaction between author and audience. A famous example is Harlan Ellison's series of "stories under glass" in which he sits in a bookstore window and writes a new story based on an idea that someone gives him. Writing classes sometimes include a version where students watch each other write, often with students calling out suggestions which are chalked up on the blackboard for those writing to use as inspiration.
In this online version of a Poetry Fishbowl, I begin by setting a theme; today's theme is "Vision and Sight." I invite people to suggest characters, settings, and other things relating to that theme. Then I use those prompts as inspiration for writing poems.
Cyberfunded Creativity
I'm practicing cyberfunded creativity. If you enjoy what I'm doing and want to see more of it, please feed the Bard. The following options are currently available:
1) Sponsor the Fishbowl -- Here is a PayPal button for donations. There is no specific requirement, but $1 is the minimum recommended size for PayPal transactions since they take a cut from every one. You can also donate via check or money order sent by postal mail. If you make a donation and tell me about it, I promise to use one of your prompts. Anonymous donations are perfectly welcome, just won't get that perk. General donations will be tallied, and at the end of the fishbowl I’ll post a list of eligible poems based on the total funding; then the audience can vote on which they want to see posted.
Poetry Fishbowl Open!
Feb. 8th, 2011 11:55 amStarting now, the Poetry Fishbowl is open! Today's theme is "Vision and Sight" as selected by the audience in a poll. I will be checking this page periodically throughout the day. When people make suggestions, I'll pick some and weave them together into a poem ... and then another ... and so on. I'm hoping to get a lot of ideas and a lot of poems.
Sky is clear today and the ice has mostly melted off the trees, so the signal should be clean, gods and weather willing. Please help pass the word about the fishbowl today since it had to be rescheduled. You might also like to view the new samples of scrapbooked poems including "Wings of Steel."
What Is a Poetry Fishbowl?
Writing is usually considered a solitary pursuit. One exception to this is a fascinating exercise called a "fishbowl." This has various forms, but all of them basically involve some kind of writing in public, usually with interaction between author and audience. A famous example is Harlan Ellison's series of "stories under glass" in which he sits in a bookstore window and writes a new story based on an idea that someone gives him. Writing classes sometimes include a version where students watch each other write, often with students calling out suggestions which are chalked up on the blackboard for those writing to use as inspiration.
In this online version of a Poetry Fishbowl, I begin by setting a theme; today's theme is "Vision and Sight." I invite people to suggest characters, settings, and other things relating to that theme. Then I use those prompts as inspiration for writing poems.
Cyberfunded Creativity
I'm practicing cyberfunded creativity. If you enjoy what I'm doing and want to see more of it, please feed the Bard. The following options are currently available:
1) Sponsor the Fishbowl -- Here is a PayPal button for donations. There is no specific requirement, but $1 is the minimum recommended size for PayPal transactions since they take a cut from every one. You can also donate via check or money order sent by postal mail. If you make a donation and tell me about it, I promise to use one of your prompts. Anonymous donations are perfectly welcome, just won't get that perk. General donations will be tallied, and at the end of the fishbowl I’ll post a list of eligible poems based on the total funding; then the audience can vote on which they want to see posted.
Poetry Fishbowl Open!
Feb. 8th, 2011 11:55 amStarting now, the Poetry Fishbowl is open! Today's theme is "Vision and Sight" as selected by the audience in a poll. I will be checking this page periodically throughout the day. When people make suggestions, I'll pick some and weave them together into a poem ... and then another ... and so on. I'm hoping to get a lot of ideas and a lot of poems.
Sky is clear today and the ice has mostly melted off the trees, so the signal should be clean, gods and weather willing. Please help pass the word about the fishbowl today since it had to be rescheduled. You might also like to view the new samples of scrapbooked poems including "Wings of Steel."
What Is a Poetry Fishbowl?
Writing is usually considered a solitary pursuit. One exception to this is a fascinating exercise called a "fishbowl." This has various forms, but all of them basically involve some kind of writing in public, usually with interaction between author and audience. A famous example is Harlan Ellison's series of "stories under glass" in which he sits in a bookstore window and writes a new story based on an idea that someone gives him. Writing classes sometimes include a version where students watch each other write, often with students calling out suggestions which are chalked up on the blackboard for those writing to use as inspiration.
In this online version of a Poetry Fishbowl, I begin by setting a theme; today's theme is "Vision and Sight." I invite people to suggest characters, settings, and other things relating to that theme. Then I use those prompts as inspiration for writing poems.
Cyberfunded Creativity
I'm practicing cyberfunded creativity. If you enjoy what I'm doing and want to see more of it, please feed the Bard. The following options are currently available:
1) Sponsor the Fishbowl -- Here is a PayPal button for donations. There is no specific requirement, but $1 is the minimum recommended size for PayPal transactions since they take a cut from every one. You can also donate via check or money order sent by postal mail. If you make a donation and tell me about it, I promise to use one of your prompts. Anonymous donations are perfectly welcome, just won't get that perk. General donations will be tallied, and at the end of the fishbowl I’ll post a list of eligible poems based on the total funding; then the audience can vote on which they want to see posted.
Poetry Fishbowl Open!
Feb. 8th, 2011 11:55 amStarting now, the Poetry Fishbowl is open! Today's theme is "Vision and Sight" as selected by the audience in a poll. I will be checking this page periodically throughout the day. When people make suggestions, I'll pick some and weave them together into a poem ... and then another ... and so on. I'm hoping to get a lot of ideas and a lot of poems.
Sky is clear today and the ice has mostly melted off the trees, so the signal should be clean, gods and weather willing. Please help pass the word about the fishbowl today since it had to be rescheduled. You might also like to view the new samples of scrapbooked poems including "Wings of Steel."
What Is a Poetry Fishbowl?
Writing is usually considered a solitary pursuit. One exception to this is a fascinating exercise called a "fishbowl." This has various forms, but all of them basically involve some kind of writing in public, usually with interaction between author and audience. A famous example is Harlan Ellison's series of "stories under glass" in which he sits in a bookstore window and writes a new story based on an idea that someone gives him. Writing classes sometimes include a version where students watch each other write, often with students calling out suggestions which are chalked up on the blackboard for those writing to use as inspiration.
In this online version of a Poetry Fishbowl, I begin by setting a theme; today's theme is "Vision and Sight." I invite people to suggest characters, settings, and other things relating to that theme. Then I use those prompts as inspiration for writing poems.
Cyberfunded Creativity
I'm practicing cyberfunded creativity. If you enjoy what I'm doing and want to see more of it, please feed the Bard. The following options are currently available:
1) Sponsor the Fishbowl -- Here is a PayPal button for donations. There is no specific requirement, but $1 is the minimum recommended size for PayPal transactions since they take a cut from every one. You can also donate via check or money order sent by postal mail. If you make a donation and tell me about it, I promise to use one of your prompts. Anonymous donations are perfectly welcome, just won't get that perk. General donations will be tallied, and at the end of the fishbowl I’ll post a list of eligible poems based on the total funding; then the audience can vote on which they want to see posted.
Poem: "In Black and White"
Feb. 8th, 2011 03:30 pmHere is today's freebie poem, posted as such because it draws inspiration from Star Trek and roleplaying, so I don't want to charge money for it. marina_bonomi requested a poem about her character and a case where blindness would be an asset. This quickly brought to mind one of Star Trek's many examples of race-based stupidity, the people of Cheron. The poem reached epic length, but I was having fun and I was determined to do justice to the theme: Sometimes, what we think we see gets in the way of what is.
( Read the poem! )
Poem: "In Black and White"
Feb. 8th, 2011 03:30 pmHere is today's freebie poem, posted as such because it draws inspiration from Star Trek and roleplaying, so I don't want to charge money for it. marina_bonomi requested a poem about her character and a case where blindness would be an asset. This quickly brought to mind one of Star Trek's many examples of race-based stupidity, the people of Cheron. The poem reached epic length, but I was having fun and I was determined to do justice to the theme: Sometimes, what we think we see gets in the way of what is.
( Read the poem! )
Poem: "In Black and White"
Feb. 8th, 2011 03:30 pmHere is today's freebie poem, posted as such because it draws inspiration from Star Trek and roleplaying, so I don't want to charge money for it. marina_bonomi requested a poem about her character and a case where blindness would be an asset. This quickly brought to mind one of Star Trek's many examples of race-based stupidity, the people of Cheron. The poem reached epic length, but I was having fun and I was determined to do justice to the theme: Sometimes, what we think we see gets in the way of what is.
( Read the poem! )
Poem: "In Black and White"
Feb. 8th, 2011 03:30 pmHere is today's freebie poem, posted as such because it draws inspiration from Star Trek and roleplaying, so I don't want to charge money for it. marina_bonomi requested a poem about her character and a case where blindness would be an asset. This quickly brought to mind one of Star Trek's many examples of race-based stupidity, the people of Cheron. The poem reached epic length, but I was having fun and I was determined to do justice to the theme: Sometimes, what we think we see gets in the way of what is.
( Read the poem! )
Poem: "unfolding wings"
Feb. 8th, 2011 04:04 pmmarina_bonomi asked for a poem about the origami mage and a blind beggar. This one is a likely candidate for the beginning of the story arc. I wish I could draw ... it would make an adorable illustration. Sponsored by
marina_bonomi.
[EDIT 2/9/11: marina_bonomi helped with the coin research, yesterday's result having been imperfect. So tael has been replaced by wen. I was aiming for a small-denomination coin, and Chinese money has a deep and intricate history. People would carry "strings of cash" with the cheap, square-holed coins threaded onto twine.]
EDIT 4/12/11: See an adorable sketch of this scene drawn by meeksp as part of her crowdfunded illustration project.
the blind beggar sits
on a sunny street corner
folding paper cranes
two wen will buy one
to take up to the temple
and leave with a prayer
a little girl stops
to watch the old man working
what seems like magic
she tugs mother's sleeve
the string is untied, coins freed
and given over
in her tiny hands
paper crane opens white wings
and bursts into flight
Poem: "unfolding wings"
Feb. 8th, 2011 04:04 pmmarina_bonomi asked for a poem about the origami mage and a blind beggar. This one is a likely candidate for the beginning of the story arc. I wish I could draw ... it would make an adorable illustration. Sponsored by
marina_bonomi.
[EDIT 2/9/11: marina_bonomi helped with the coin research, yesterday's result having been imperfect. So tael has been replaced by wen. I was aiming for a small-denomination coin, and Chinese money has a deep and intricate history. People would carry "strings of cash" with the cheap, square-holed coins threaded onto twine.]
EDIT 4/12/11: See an adorable sketch of this scene drawn by meeksp as part of her crowdfunded illustration project.
the blind beggar sits
on a sunny street corner
folding paper cranes
two wen will buy one
to take up to the temple
and leave with a prayer
a little girl stops
to watch the old man working
what seems like magic
she tugs mother's sleeve
the string is untied, coins freed
and given over
in her tiny hands
paper crane opens white wings
and bursts into flight
Poem: "unfolding wings"
Feb. 8th, 2011 04:04 pmmarina_bonomi asked for a poem about the origami mage and a blind beggar. This one is a likely candidate for the beginning of the story arc. I wish I could draw ... it would make an adorable illustration. Sponsored by
marina_bonomi.
[EDIT 2/9/11: marina_bonomi helped with the coin research, yesterday's result having been imperfect. So tael has been replaced by wen. I was aiming for a small-denomination coin, and Chinese money has a deep and intricate history. People would carry "strings of cash" with the cheap, square-holed coins threaded onto twine.]
EDIT 4/12/11: See an adorable sketch of this scene drawn by meeksp as part of her crowdfunded illustration project.
the blind beggar sits
on a sunny street corner
folding paper cranes
two wen will buy one
to take up to the temple
and leave with a prayer
a little girl stops
to watch the old man working
what seems like magic
she tugs mother's sleeve
the string is untied, coins freed
and given over
in her tiny hands
paper crane opens white wings
and bursts into flight
Poem: "unfolding wings"
Feb. 8th, 2011 04:04 pmmarina_bonomi asked for a poem about the origami mage and a blind beggar. This one is a likely candidate for the beginning of the story arc. I wish I could draw ... it would make an adorable illustration. Sponsored by
marina_bonomi.
[EDIT 2/9/11: marina_bonomi helped with the coin research, yesterday's result having been imperfect. So tael has been replaced by wen. I was aiming for a small-denomination coin, and Chinese money has a deep and intricate history. People would carry "strings of cash" with the cheap, square-holed coins threaded onto twine.]
the blind beggar sits
on a sunny street corner
folding paper cranes
two wen will buy one
to take up to the temple
and leave with a prayer
a little girl stops
to watch the old man working
what seems like magic
she tugs mother's sleeve
the string is untied, coins freed
and given over
in her tiny hands
paper crane opens white wings
and bursts into flight
Poem: "Seeing Clearly"
Feb. 8th, 2011 08:13 pmladyqkat requested a poem about seeing auras without seeing the colors in them, yet still knowing what colors would be present. As a Pagan scholar I am plenty familiar with the subjectivity of magic, and how the subtle senses may manifest differently for various people ... yet still cluster around the same information. So I had fun finding different ways of describing light without color, and auras interpreted by insight. Sponsored by
ladyqkat.
That which is perceived but not seen
remains every bit as real.
It is the wind made visible,
the sound transformed to the sight.
Colors gallivant like ghosts
through a spectrum sensed yet unseen.
It is something intended for divine eyes,
somehow strayed within range of mortal souls.
The tint of the aura is known to the wise,
yet its light may not answer to wavelength.
The clear lines are not colored in
but they define the boundaries all the same.
The meanings are mystical but not mysterious;
the symbolism of the aura is understood.
Each hue has its own ephemeral footprint
just waiting for a watchful eye to follow in its wake.
Poem: "Seeing Clearly"
Feb. 8th, 2011 08:13 pmladyqkat requested a poem about seeing auras without seeing the colors in them, yet still knowing what colors would be present. As a Pagan scholar I am plenty familiar with the subjectivity of magic, and how the subtle senses may manifest differently for various people ... yet still cluster around the same information. So I had fun finding different ways of describing light without color, and auras interpreted by insight. Sponsored by
ladyqkat.
That which is perceived but not seen
remains every bit as real.
It is the wind made visible,
the sound transformed to the sight.
Colors gallivant like ghosts
through a spectrum sensed yet unseen.
It is something intended for divine eyes,
somehow strayed within range of mortal souls.
The tint of the aura is known to the wise,
yet its light may not answer to wavelength.
The clear lines are not colored in
but they define the boundaries all the same.
The meanings are mystical but not mysterious;
the symbolism of the aura is understood.
Each hue has its own ephemeral footprint
just waiting for a watchful eye to follow in its wake.
Poem: "Seeing Clearly"
Feb. 8th, 2011 08:13 pmladyqkat requested a poem about seeing auras without seeing the colors in them, yet still knowing what colors would be present. As a Pagan scholar I am plenty familiar with the subjectivity of magic, and how the subtle senses may manifest differently for various people ... yet still cluster around the same information. So I had fun finding different ways of describing light without color, and auras interpreted by insight. Sponsored by
ladyqkat.
That which is perceived but not seen
remains every bit as real.
It is the wind made visible,
the sound transformed to the sight.
Colors gallivant like ghosts
through a spectrum sensed yet unseen.
It is something intended for divine eyes,
somehow strayed within range of mortal souls.
The tint of the aura is known to the wise,
yet its light may not answer to wavelength.
The clear lines are not colored in
but they define the boundaries all the same.
The meanings are mystical but not mysterious;
the symbolism of the aura is understood.
Each hue has its own ephemeral footprint
just waiting for a watchful eye to follow in its wake.
Poem: "Seeing Clearly"
Feb. 8th, 2011 08:13 pmladyqkat requested a poem about seeing auras without seeing the colors in them, yet still knowing what colors would be present. As a Pagan scholar I am plenty familiar with the subjectivity of magic, and how the subtle senses may manifest differently for various people ... yet still cluster around the same information. So I had fun finding different ways of describing light without color, and auras interpreted by insight. Sponsored by
ladyqkat.
That which is perceived but not seen
remains every bit as real.
It is the wind made visible,
the sound transformed to the sight.
Colors gallivant like ghosts
through a spectrum sensed yet unseen.
It is something intended for divine eyes,
somehow strayed within range of mortal souls.
The tint of the aura is known to the wise,
yet its light may not answer to wavelength.
The clear lines are not colored in
but they define the boundaries all the same.
The meanings are mystical but not mysterious;
the symbolism of the aura is understood.
Each hue has its own ephemeral footprint
just waiting for a watchful eye to follow in its wake.
Poem: "Shame Comes to Civilization"
Feb. 8th, 2011 10:21 pmOne of my favorite characters from the setting of Kherishdar by haikujaguar is the First Servant of Shame. So when
haikujaguar mentioned that in a comment, I came up with this poem, inspired by her illustrations and the descriptions that go with them. It was sponsored by
laffingkat.
"Shame" is not a condemnation, but an awareness of the difference between right and wrong that leads to regretting mistakes and striving to redress them. "Civilization" in this context means something between culture and religion, as taught and embodied by Thirukedi the Emperor. The Ai-Naidari are aliens; their minds and bodies don't work exactly the way we do. haikujaguar has a lot of translating to do in presenting them to us in ways that we can understand; I'm doing my best to keep up.
Without shame, there can be no Civilization.
Without someone to draw the lines, there can be no Law.
The one who lays down the Law cannot enforce it;
The hand that draws out the lines cannot lead between them.
Who can look into the face of Shame and meet that gaze?
Who can stare at the foundation of Civilization and not flinch?
They are each what they see in the other, and themselves.
Only in balancing each other are they made complete.
So the First Servant lies down upon the altar of Shame
And the Emperor makes the marks with careful claws:
Sight divided by a sword's edge,
Truth scratched out in permanent ink,
Two lines drawn to mark the path
At the edge of where it is safe to stop,
So that those who must approach
Will not have to see all there is to be seen,
But are allowed the mercy of meeting that gaze
Only through the silvery wall of one-way mirrors.
Poem: "Shame Comes to Civilization"
Feb. 8th, 2011 10:21 pmOne of my favorite characters from the setting of Kherishdar by haikujaguar is the First Servant of Shame. So when
haikujaguar mentioned that in a comment, I came up with this poem, inspired by her illustrations and the descriptions that go with them. It was sponsored by
laffingkat.
"Shame" is not a condemnation, but an awareness of the difference between right and wrong that leads to regretting mistakes and striving to redress them. "Civilization" in this context means something between culture and religion, as taught and embodied by Thirukedi the Emperor. The Ai-Naidari are aliens; their minds and bodies don't work exactly the way we do. haikujaguar has a lot of translating to do in presenting them to us in ways that we can understand; I'm doing my best to keep up.
Without shame, there can be no Civilization.
Without someone to draw the lines, there can be no Law.
The one who lays down the Law cannot enforce it;
The hand that draws out the lines cannot lead between them.
Who can look into the face of Shame and meet that gaze?
Who can stare at the foundation of Civilization and not flinch?
They are each what they see in the other, and themselves.
Only in balancing each other are they made complete.
So the First Servant lies down upon the altar of Shame
And the Emperor makes the marks with careful claws:
Sight divided by a sword's edge,
Truth scratched out in permanent ink,
Two lines drawn to mark the path
At the edge of where it is safe to stop,
So that those who must approach
Will not have to see all there is to be seen,
But are allowed the mercy of meeting that gaze
Only through the silvery wall of one-way mirrors.
Poem: "Shame Comes to Civilization"
Feb. 8th, 2011 10:21 pmOne of my favorite characters from the setting of Kherishdar by haikujaguar is the First Servant of Shame. So when
haikujaguar mentioned that in a comment, I came up with this poem, inspired by her illustrations and the descriptions that go with them. It was sponsored by
laffingkat.
"Shame" is not a condemnation, but an awareness of the difference between right and wrong that leads to regretting mistakes and striving to redress them. "Civilization" in this context means something between culture and religion, as taught and embodied by Thirukedi the Emperor. The Ai-Naidari are aliens; their minds and bodies don't work exactly the way we do. haikujaguar has a lot of translating to do in presenting them to us in ways that we can understand; I'm doing my best to keep up.
Without shame, there can be no Civilization.
Without someone to draw the lines, there can be no Law.
The one who lays down the Law cannot enforce it;
The hand that draws out the lines cannot lead between them.
Who can look into the face of Shame and meet that gaze?
Who can stare at the foundation of Civilization and not flinch?
They are each what they see in the other, and themselves.
Only in balancing each other are they made complete.
So the First Servant lies down upon the altar of Shame
And the Emperor makes the marks with careful claws:
Sight divided by a sword's edge,
Truth scratched out in permanent ink,
Two lines drawn to mark the path
At the edge of where it is safe to stop,
So that those who must approach
Will not have to see all there is to be seen,
But are allowed the mercy of meeting that gaze
Only through the silvery wall of one-way mirrors.
Poem: "Shame Comes to Civilization"
Feb. 8th, 2011 10:21 pmOne of my favorite characters from the setting of Kherishdar by haikujaguar is the First Servant of Shame. So when
haikujaguar mentioned that in a comment, I came up with this poem, inspired by her illustrations and the descriptions that go with them. It was sponsored by
laffingkat.
"Shame" is not a condemnation, but an awareness of the difference between right and wrong that leads to regretting mistakes and striving to redress them. "Civilization" in this context means something between culture and religion, as taught and embodied by Thirukedi the Emperor. The Ai-Naidari are aliens; their minds and bodies don't work exactly the way we do. haikujaguar has a lot of translating to do in presenting them to us in ways that we can understand; I'm doing my best to keep up.
Without shame, there can be no Civilization.
Without someone to draw the lines, there can be no Law.
The one who lays down the Law cannot enforce it;
The hand that draws out the lines cannot lead between them.
Who can look into the face of Shame and meet that gaze?
Who can stare at the foundation of Civilization and not flinch?
They are each what they see in the other, and themselves.
Only in balancing each other are they made complete.
So the First Servant lies down upon the altar of Shame
And the Emperor makes the marks with careful claws:
Sight divided by a sword's edge,
Truth scratched out in permanent ink,
Two lines drawn to mark the path
At the edge of where it is safe to stop,
So that those who must approach
Will not have to see all there is to be seen,
But are allowed the mercy of meeting that gaze
Only through the silvery wall of one-way mirrors.
Poem: "Invincible Wisdom"
Feb. 8th, 2011 10:33 pmThis is a Torn World poem, but it has not yet been approved by the canon board. (I did ask ellenmillion for a quick assessment of my idea, and it should work for Torn World.) I will be submitting this through the Torn World site later, when I have time for that. For now, please consider it potentially canon rather than canon.
This poem was inspired by a conversational thread of prompts between haikujaguar and
aldersprig. It has been sponsored by
laffingkat, so if or when it gets approved by the canon board, it will be reposted on Torn World for everyone to see there.
If you're not familiar with the setting: The Southern Empire is a bureaucratic behemoth of a culture covering most of a continent. It keeps most people happy most of the time, but some folks get the short end of the stick. (Registered members can read the "Empire" article.) It got this way by assimilating the neighboring cultures as it expanded. Not all of them have melted ... quite completely ... so this scenario sprouted from my fertile little mind.
( Read more... )
Poem: "Invincible Wisdom"
Feb. 8th, 2011 10:33 pmThis is a Torn World poem, but it has not yet been approved by the canon board. (I did ask ellenmillion for a quick assessment of my idea, and it should work for Torn World.) I will be submitting this through the Torn World site later, when I have time for that. For now, please consider it potentially canon rather than canon.
This poem was inspired by a conversational thread of prompts between haikujaguar and
aldersprig. It has been sponsored by
laffingkat, so if or when it gets approved by the canon board, it will be reposted on Torn World for everyone to see there.
If you're not familiar with the setting: The Southern Empire is a bureaucratic behemoth of a culture covering most of a continent. It keeps most people happy most of the time, but some folks get the short end of the stick. (Registered members can read the "Empire" article.) It got this way by assimilating the neighboring cultures as it expanded. Not all of them have melted ... quite completely ... so this scenario sprouted from my fertile little mind.
( Read more... )
Poem: "Invincible Wisdom"
Feb. 8th, 2011 10:33 pmThis is a Torn World poem, but it has not yet been approved by the canon board. (I did ask ellenmillion for a quick assessment of my idea, and it should work for Torn World.) I will be submitting this through the Torn World site later, when I have time for that. For now, please consider it potentially canon rather than canon.
This poem was inspired by a conversational thread of prompts between haikujaguar and
aldersprig. It has been sponsored by
laffingkat, so if or when it gets approved by the canon board, it will be reposted on Torn World for everyone to see there.
If you're not familiar with the setting: The Southern Empire is a bureaucratic behemoth of a culture covering most of a continent. It keeps most people happy most of the time, but some folks get the short end of the stick. (Registered members can read the "Empire" article.) It got this way by assimilating the neighboring cultures as it expanded. Not all of them have melted ... quite completely ... so this scenario sprouted from my fertile little mind.
( Read more... )
Poem: "Invincible Wisdom"
Feb. 8th, 2011 10:33 pmThis is a Torn World poem, but it has not yet been approved by the canon board. (I did ask ellenmillion for a quick assessment of my idea, and it should work for Torn World.) I will be submitting this through the Torn World site later, when I have time for that. For now, please consider it potentially canon rather than canon.
This poem was inspired by a conversational thread of prompts between haikujaguar and
aldersprig. It has been sponsored by
laffingkat, so if or when it gets approved by the canon board, it will be reposted on Torn World for everyone to see there.
If you're not familiar with the setting: The Southern Empire is a bureaucratic behemoth of a culture covering most of a continent. It keeps most people happy most of the time, but some folks get the short end of the stick. (Registered members can read the "Empire" article.) It got this way by assimilating the neighboring cultures as it expanded. Not all of them have melted ... quite completely ... so this scenario sprouted from my fertile little mind.
( Read more... )