…hands, as did my sweetheart request.
The link to the series you will find here: https://davidemeron.com/tag/zsefv34-s/
As ever, this link will read these entries from bottom to top, with, of course, the newest on top.
Sonnet: His Nightingale Woman
This one was quite a project, and I feel I should repost it
My Love hath wings–slender, feathered things–
With grace in upswept curve and tapered tip.
My Love doth soar–swiftly to adore–
So twisting ever toward, and graceful skip.
So danceth She–round and round to thee–
Enrapt to bring us care, to bind us kept.
My Love doth know–thou, my love, bestow–
Thine Own, as did He dance and graceful stept.
For now as wed… They–Our Love hath said–
Would bear us hence anon as spectral ships;
So lovely They–so lighted, Their display–
T’would ere illuminate our Earthly trips.
And lovely, we–Love and I, and thee–
Take flight, as once I tasted first thy lips.
- For Gene Roddenberry:
And, to his memory;
Who, in all probability,
And, so very long ago,
Penned the first two lines.
Sonnet I:
I think I shall begin periodically featuring some of the older of these here. This next deals with expectations. If you plan a “white horse” wedding… Do you ride such a carriage to a “white horse” life? What is necessary for such a life? Wealth? Horses perhaps? Or merely two romantic souls determined to live a romantic life?
Readeth not these lines; they are not, young girl,
For thee. They are, to souls like thine, forbidden,
Though they may betray what hast thou hidden
In thine heart, these words should not unfurl
Thy feelings. Thou hast cast thy lot to hurl
Them, stealing–strong or even weak, amid
The squealingswine to be forever hid–
From thine own soul, unknowing, every pearl.
Readeth, thou must not, these lines; they do not
Describe what hast thou chosen. Even now,
Thine heart is frozen. Thou hast cast thy lot
Not winning life, but dreary death; for thou
Hast chosen strife,bereft of song and verse;
And all thy long tomorrows are a curse.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence: click here to read it all:
Sonnet writing without looking…
…upon that “little orange blinky star thingie.” As our daughter might say. This will be my first time ignoring said thingie until a later date. I believe I am up to the challenge.
Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith |
Regarding the following, I felt I put enough into this comment to repost it here:
RE: Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith |.
This young man posts the following:
D-Man:
Wow, I never knew that when Vader’s helmet lowers onto his head in Empire, he was in his “breathing room”, in a “vulnerable state”. I always assumed he was in his office. The officer was the one in the vulnerable position for bothering Vader. Didn’t think he was lower to the floor either, thought it was just the angle of the camera. Craziness! I also thought the Death Star in Return was the same one from the first movie >.> what can you do. Great review and very entertaining!
I give the following (unnecessarily long) answer:
Citizen Cane:
As regards the “pod” scene. Truly, my young apprentice, that is why the reviewer points it out to the audience. We are pointedly aware of the trepidation felt by the officer informing Vader of the current situation re the Falcon. We are shown over and over in the original films that to the Empire individuals matter not. One wrong move as an officer and you are history! There is another officer probably not any more incompetent than you that may assume your post, and perhaps with your failure and subsequent death fresh in his mind he will perform better or more diligently.
We are so aware of and focused upon this aspect, that we don’t even see the weakness and vulnerability we are shown. But this is the first time we see Vader in the flesh, if only briefly, all scarred and disfigured. We understand subliminally–without even realising it–that Vader may remove his suit in this controlled environment. That this is a limitation forced upon him by whatever fate had befallen him in the past (we suspect, from the films only, that it may have been a fight with Obiwan perhaps, but we have no way of knowing this, from the films alone.) In any case, this is why our dear Mr. Plinkett uses his “You may not have noticed it, but your brain did.” meme. There is in fact nothing wrong with your perception, as all of us–unless we have some skill at film./story analysis–are meant to see the obvious, but on some level, infer the subliminal, or more subtly articulated message.
This is why the scene is so brilliant, and why those who worked on the first films, including the young Lucas himself created such a memorable experience for us all. In later years, it is as though Lucas has forgotten the language of cinema. Even in Return of the Jedi, wherein he introduced the “Ewoks” he was able to use the visual to convey emotion, as in the final battle to take over the generating station. Happy at first, when the surprise attack is working and the rebels are winning. Tragic later, when the Imperial forces are beginning to overwhelm the rebels and their primitive allies, whose clever means of combat are losing their effectiveness. There is, once again as it pointed out in these reviews, no dialogue to convey this. It is all done visually.
Somewhere along the line, George Lucas lost his edge. Sometimes success can do that. Perhaps it is because, to some degree, Lucas is no longer a lean tall healthy young man. It takes work and dedication when one is wealthy, to avoid the caviare and pate de foie gras when necessary, and stay in shape well into ones advancing years. Believe me; I know!! (although sadly not about the wealthy part of it!) And it is difficult to run all over a set when one is in the state of health in which Lucas more recently found himself.
I use the handle “Citizen Cane” because I happen to know that the best versions of “Jerry Atric” are generally taken.
Personal writing is…
…perhaps different from any other type. When the subject finds itself close to home it may be difficult for some. I have never had such a problem, however, I have a peculiar brain, I have been told, and as such, I’m not always directly engaged with the events around me, as would be most people. I mostly jest about embarrassment at writing from the personal or writing about me from the halcyon perspective of my sweetheart. But this has most definitely been a week or two of very personal writing.
I sometimes muse regarding how very surprised those very few followers that read my entries closely might be if they knew the extent of the varied voices in which I have written or am able to write. What happens here on this trio of blogs I have been maintaining is quite a bit different from that which I more often prefer.
Old Babylon (prelude and the Main in entirety)
Why not? Why indeed? Most kind of you to post your unfinished work. Many fear to do such a thing. I love, myself, reading unedited or even self-edited work, There is a feel to it, which one grows to love; and, once loved, free’s one of the allure of professionally published work; which, afterall, is merely the same work gone over by a professional eye in view of publication. But to see the work before this has been done. Is to see, as it were “the real thing.”
David Emeron: Sonnets 