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A List

January 1st, 2010 (12:46 pm)
current location: 2010!
current song: Something embarrassing.

Because lists are good.

- Favourite book of 2009: Palimpsest, probably. But that one's always tricky.

- Favourite musical discovery of 2009: She Keeps Bees, most definitely.

- Favourite achievement: starting and finishing a novel, in June. For the first time since I was 18.

- Stories published: six, which is a nice even number, and exactly the same as 2008. This year, more! Better! Onward!

- Plans for twenty ten: write. Study. Write. Read. Leave Dublin. Come back to Dublin. Read. Write.

Happy New Year!

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Merry Merry

December 24th, 2009 (10:03 am)

Ingredients:

- 7 of Ikea's Gosig Mice (they look more like rats). Priced at €1.09, €1 of each mouse goes to Unicef
- a handful of fat quarters I found at the bottom of my Christmas craft bag
- lots and lots of thread, a needle, multiple stab wounds, and a thimble rediscovered too late
- three gifts.

Finished product... )

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Six Reasons Why I Love Philip Vellacott

November 17th, 2009 (04:47 pm)
flirty

current location: Argos
current mood: flirty

In Prometheus Bound, there is one short line spoken by Io. It has been translated, variously, as:


- She it is who shall give birth in Argos to a royal line.
(H. W. Smyth, 1926)

- And she at Argos shall a royal seed bring forth.
(E. H. Plumpter, 1868)

- A kingly seed will Argos out of her derive.
(C. B. Cayley, 1867)

- She shall be the mother of a royal race in Argos.
(John Stuart Blackie, 1906)

- In Argos shall she bear, in after time, a royal offspring.
(E. D. A. Morsehead, 1908)

Not one of these compares with the simplicity of Philip Vellacott's 1961 translation:

[...] and she shall live in Argos and give birth to kings.

Say it out loud. The rhythm is perfect. It has its own particular cadence, that musical quality you can't just wrench out of the original Greek. It's so lovely. I want it tattooed on me. I want to marry you, lines 947/8.

Back to the battle-front.

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Supporting Zines and things

October 1st, 2009 (03:44 pm)
Tags:

current song: can you tell me how to get to Sesame Street? - The Free Design

Today is Support Our Zines Day, so I am told, and it is also the day the very last issue of Farrago's Wainscot comes out. I really, really dig Farrago's Wainscot (and its smaller cousin, Behind the Wainscot). There are some very cool things there. I have had four stories published between Farrago's Wainscot and Behind the Wainscot in the last three years. (They published my Superman story! About Superman!)

This is the end of my very short post. Love zines. Farewell, Farrago's. Happy October, internet.

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Green Man Festival 2009

August 25th, 2009 (01:35 pm)
sleepy

current location: in pyjama land
current mood: sleepy
current song: Keep Your Lamps, Trimmed & Burning - Phillip Henry

My friend, my sister Cara and I travelled to Wales by ferry and train to the Green Man festival to see live music, eat organic food, listen to scientist rappers and stand-up mathematicians, watch a wicker man burn, and live like hippies in welly boots and fairy garlands. Cut for sickening number of photos.

Flower children, Welsh valleys, travels, hippie life. )

In other news not related to festivals: Jabberwocky 4 is out, with stories and poems by Jane Yolen, Shelley, Sonya Taaffe, Jessica Paige Wick, Alex Dally MacFarlane and other writers I like. My story 'The History of Iolo and Nye' is just after a poem by Jane Yolen, which is somewhat intimidating, but it's one of my best stories, or at least one of my favourites. Also waiting in the mail for me when I got home: Ping Pong's 2009 issue, with my story 'Ghost Letters'. Ping Pong is the literary publication of the Henry Miller Library which is, again, very intimidating, and my story is about Alexander the Great and ghosts and my biography contains the words tacky makeup, and everyone else wrote poetry about much less random things and had super impressive credentials. Intimidating. But the magazine is still glossy and beautiful.

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Write because...

July 30th, 2009 (11:18 pm)
tired

current location: floor
current mood: tired
current song: Children of the Corn in the background

In a book about writing, bought when I was sixteen:

Write because you can't not.

I find it hard to adequately express how much I hate this phrase. A few years ago I studied 'The Crucifixion of the Outcast' from Yeats's The Secret Rose. I love Yeats very much. (Minnaloushe creeps through the grass / Alone, important, and wise, / And lifts to the changing moon / His changing eyes.) But man, he could be kind of a dick, and 'The Crucifixion of the Outcast' is nonsense, allegory based on the self-serving notion of artist as spiritual leader. And we all know that archetype. The Greeks called on muses, offering themselves as holy vessels, and people still say things like write because you can't not write, as though some people are simply born connected, all experience funneled into art, an ear against God's door.

This phrase is often told to young and aspiring writers. Don't write for your teachers, for your family, for money, for a career, for the future, write because you cannot live without it, because it physically hurts you not to do it. Then you'll be a real writer. You'll be legitimately artistic, and therefore qualified to look down at all those losers who write to make ends meet or because they want to leave something in the world. I understand that there are thousands of people who want to write their way to success, 'success' being the operative word and writing being the nitpicky detail. As in any profession, there are those who want the rewards without the hard work. Of course. Still; I can't help but feel that anyone who tells would-be writers if you're not legit you can't be in the club needs to spend a bit more time on the naughty chair. Because that's what this phrase implies. Want to write, but don't know where to start? Don't bother. If you're asking this question, it's already too late.

And yes, maybe I'm just a little bit bitter, because I know people who are tirelessly prolific and could not live any other way, but I am not one of them. I need breaks between writing projects for my mental health, I need time to process emotions and ideas and amalgamations of the two. It would be super cool to write all the time in a desperate and effervescent blaze of creative glory but that's called mania and it usually ends badly for me. Of course I can 'not' write, I've been not writing for weeks and have no intention of stopping today or tomorrow or for another month, if my brain decides that the next month is to be one of reading and drawing and watching horror movies instead. I have to constantly reassure myself that this is acceptable. That's just me, I was born this neurotic. I can't imagine purposefully instilling someone else with my own neuroses.

My favourite quote on the subject is from another book on writing by (I think) Pat Schneider. She said a writer is someone who writes, and yes it's simplistic and not the most insightful quote in the world and if you repeat it over and over it loses all meaning and just sounds like 'lions and tigers and bears oh my', but it's a perfect mantra and I love how it demystifies the Artist. You are a writer if you write. The term does not come with an expiration date. You can't become negatively creative. It is not necessary to eat-breathe-sleep a story for it to be a good story, and one you are proud of, and even though you have not suffered for your art or become a martyr to it, it doesn't mean that no one will ever be moved by what you've said.

This rant is on behalf of everyone who feels they should do more, that they aren't enough, not smart enough, not creative enough, not prolific enough, not intelligent enough, not educated enough, not enough. (I'm looking at you, De La Rosa.)

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Love letter from a thunderstorm

July 2nd, 2009 (01:11 pm)

Hello, world,

Does anyone want a 1600-point Xbox Live (US) code for the marketplace? For free? I bought it off Amazon.com before I realised that it wouldn't work on my Irish Xbox. Gosh dark impatience. Anyone who wants it, shout.

Love, Becca.

PS: Hatter Bones anthology is now out for anyone in the land to buy. My story, Measure, includes a gorgeous illustration of a flooded psych ward (yes, it's another story about the crazy) by Jesse Lindsay, who illustrated all the other excellent short stories in the book. Graceful sentence, hello. The book is full of experimental, weird, fractured stories. My favourite kind.

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Did you hear that, guys? We're finally gonna die!

June 14th, 2009 (01:52 pm)
bored

current location: South Park
current mood: bored
current song: Gimme - She Keeps Bees

Picture 5

Photo 57

What?

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'η δ', ανεμου 'ως πνοιη, επεσσυτο δεμνια κουρης…

May 20th, 2009 (11:28 am)
cheerful
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current mood: cheerful
current song: Bones Are Tired - She Keeps Bees

What does it mean? )

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Becca and Cara watch Angel.

April 23rd, 2009 (11:13 pm)
current song: Christian Kane

Lindsey: I'm really super sad because I have only one hand.

Becca and Cara: Lindsey, you're so strangely attractive.

Lindsey: Wow, a new hand! Oh no, it's evil.

Angel: I like Barry Manilow.

Lindsey: sings.

Becca and Cara: We are now in love with you.

Lindsey: Now that I've gained the adoration of a million billion women, I will leave the show forever.


.....

Is all this so 1999? Whatever, I was only twelve then. How could I hope to appreciate the strange beauty that is Lindsey McDonald? (Note: this is obviously his actual name. He is real. All good tv is real. If I try hard enough I can live inside it.) (Another note: I know Lindsey comes back in season 5, but can't remember very much about it. I'm working on repression until I get there chronologically.)

I remain your faithful correspondent from the end of the Twentieth Century.

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