songofcopper: (pensées mauves)
Library Encounter of the Day: I was sitting there, minding my own business, clearly engrossed in reading/note-making, and also wearing big fat ‘pls go away’ headphones. Nevertheless, a man I had never met before made a confident beeline for me and started asking some unintelligible question (unintelligible because I could understandably hear more of Tangerine Dream than I could of him). I half removed the headphones and caught some quickfire babble about what sounded to my ear like ‘Camembert’, though who knew… the man (he sounded Spanish) was trying to explain what he meant, but I was in too much of a daze to work out what he was saying.

Fromageries )

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I am frequenting the Library a lot these days, whilst we have our kitchen redone. (No, I don’t want to sit at home and supervise through clouds of dust, drilling noises and frequent tea consumption.) Though I wish it looked and felt more like the libraries you see in Dario Argento films, rather than a spick and span modern municipal resource, it is not a bad place in which to loiter in a semi-productive way. And it’s always busy! If you go away to have lunch and then come back again, it is hard to find a seat in the study-room. (On a related note, those chairs… those chairs are hard.) Listening to music is, alas, necessary, because it’s on a sort of mezzanine, and noise from downstairs is audible (along with every phone-susurration, coffee slurp and deep, heavy sigh from other patrons).

Laptops are everywhere - not many people make actual notes with a pen, and those that do often have a laptop as well. Most of the people in the room look to be students (A level or undergraduate), aside from the occasional Library Habitué - there’s one chap who wheels in a huge suitcase and sort of sets up camp. At first I thought he must be killing time before his train, but I’ve seen him several times now. This is, in my opinion, a vital function of libraries. For all that they ought to be places of information, learning and literature, they must also be… places to sit and stew, especially for those who may not have anywhere else very pleasant to go. They must afford the sort of equality that allows learned professor, bored student, weirdo conspiracy theorist, suburban dilettante and sheltering itinerant to sit next to each other peaceably.

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I have to report that I am yet again fatally allured by shades of mauve. It’s a melancholy business: rarely, if ever, do I feel even slightly curious about people who are alive and knowable. It’s always the semi-obscure, the evanescent, the defunct, the extinct, with me.

Adoring Alastair )

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All this gives me to think on what I am to do with myself - how I am to express the (seemingly) inexpressible. Always, half my will bids me hide, whilst the other half cries ‘Parade!’ The first option is safe in one way but very, very hurtful in another: not to be known, not to be seen, not to be sensed, is lonely. Loneliness is excruciatingly safe. The only person who can hurt You there is yourself, and You are the best at doing that. Worse, this way You are letting down all your fellow invisibles - every person who might take heart at seeing You take brave shape before the world’s eyes.

But I’m doomed to diffidence. How much certainty does it require, to feel that You have the right to Describe Yourself? Though sometimes other people’s honesty is inspiring, at other times it’s a muzzle. Don’t want to detract from their moment. Don’t want to seem to mount the bandwagon as it trundles by. The saddest words in the English language are not ‘Too Late’ but ‘Me Too’.

Words, indeed, are perhaps the problem. I want not to need them, in this case. I am not an answer: I’m a question, a wordless question. Trying to frame the thing in speech or text is a fool’s errand. What is wanted is some way to make manifest that question, to stop asking it myself and let other people ask it instead. That’s it: that’s it, exactly. I present people with a false certainty, a drab obviousness that is a lie. They should look at me and not know what to think. And in destroying that lie, I do not want to hand out an explanation that no-one has asked for. I would rather hand out pure beautiful honest confusion.

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Here’s a question that I shall happily answer, or try to. Ages ago I asked for writing prompts and then (despite my fair-to-middling efforts, offstage) failed to respond to one from the esteemed [livejournal.com profile] in_thy_bounty. So I requested an alternative question, and here it is:

“If your personality were a fabric, what would it be?”

We mortals weave ourselves )

{That was a fine question. I thank you for it.}
songofcopper: (full head & shoulders)
Here’s the second part of an unwieldy, long response to [profile] ember_reed’s question.

This is the bit about what has influenced me stylistically.  (Really, it feels a bit weird to be writing about this – I’m not a published author, or an authority on anything.  But since you have expressed an interest, I’ll try and answer the question!  NB: I am bad at being concise…)

Thinking about thinking... )
songofcopper: (full head & shoulders)
Here’s the second part of an unwieldy, long response to [profile] ember_reed’s question.

This is the bit about what has influenced me stylistically.  (Really, it feels a bit weird to be writing about this – I’m not a published author, or an authority on anything.  But since you have expressed an interest, I’ll try and answer the question!  NB: I am bad at being concise…)

Thinking about thinking... )
songofcopper: (21 with clock)
Good grief!  [profile] ember_reed said this:

I guess the one question I really want to ask you would be: how do you think your writing style developed into what it is today.  I guess a better question would be: what do you think influenced your style of writing... uh, or something along those lines...

I really enjoy reading your posts, and though there are many different styles and approaches throughout the LiveJournal community, I can honestly say that I like reading your entries the most by a long shot.  I guess I’m wondering what makes your style so elusive to someone like me.


First off, can I just say… I am unaccustomed to such flattery!!  Seriously, if the rambling drivel that floats to the top of my confused consciousness entertains you, I’m very pleased.  Whether it’s really very admirable, I’m not at all sure.  But all I would ask for, when sending this stuff into the ether, is that someone somewhere reads it and likes it.  So, thank you very much for your attention!

The answer to your question could go on and on.  It’s the sort of thing that I could begin to talk about and NEVER SHUT UP.  So in fact, it may end up being several posts!

But first, let me get to the heart of the question.  You want to know how I write the way I do, and where my style (such as it is!) comes from.

That means that first of all I need to define my style!  Here goes.  (I’m afraid this is rather fiction-centric as opposed to the ‘burbling opinion’ stuff that froths forth when I write other things!  But much of it remains true for that as well.)

songofcopper: (21 with clock)
Good grief!  [profile] ember_reed said this:

I guess the one question I really want to ask you would be: how do you think your writing style developed into what it is today.  I guess a better question would be: what do you think influenced your style of writing... uh, or something along those lines...

I really enjoy reading your posts, and though there are many different styles and approaches throughout the LiveJournal community, I can honestly say that I like reading your entries the most by a long shot.  I guess I’m wondering what makes your style so elusive to someone like me.


First off, can I just say… I am unaccustomed to such flattery!!  Seriously, if the rambling drivel that floats to the top of my confused consciousness entertains you, I’m very pleased.  Whether it’s really very admirable, I’m not at all sure.  But all I would ask for, when sending this stuff into the ether, is that someone somewhere reads it and likes it.  So, thank you very much for your attention!

The answer to your question could go on and on.  It’s the sort of thing that I could begin to talk about and NEVER SHUT UP.  So in fact, it may end up being several posts!

But first, let me get to the heart of the question.  You want to know how I write the way I do, and where my style (such as it is!) comes from.

That means that first of all I need to define my style!  Here goes.  (I’m afraid this is rather fiction-centric as opposed to the ‘burbling opinion’ stuff that froths forth when I write other things!  But much of it remains true for that as well.)

songofcopper: (21 with clock)
As requested by [profile] girlgobonanza:

Blog about your least favorite author or singer/band or semi-famous character in life and why you feel strongly against them or their style, etc.

songofcopper: (21 with clock)
As requested by [profile] girlgobonanza:

Blog about your least favorite author or singer/band or semi-famous character in life and why you feel strongly against them or their style, etc.

songofcopper: (Zzzzzzzappa)
Further to the invitation for questions, [livejournal.com profile] yesihavecookies  asked me the following...

songofcopper: (Zzzzzzzappa)
Further to the invitation for questions, [livejournal.com profile] yesihavecookies  asked me the following...

songofcopper: (full head & shoulders)
Now then.  Time to be topical.  I've seen this on a number of journals now (I've even asked some questions, as suggested!).  So I suppose to be fair I should open up the floor for questions myself.  Here goes.

Everyone has things they blog about. Everyone has things they don't blog about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it. Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, thoughts on yaoi, the benefit of revolutions, favorite type of underwear, graphic techniques, etc. Repost in your own journal so that we can all learn more about each other.

Ok!  Fire away! :-)
songofcopper: (full head & shoulders)
Now then.  Time to be topical.  I've seen this on a number of journals now (I've even asked some questions, as suggested!).  So I suppose to be fair I should open up the floor for questions myself.  Here goes.

Everyone has things they blog about. Everyone has things they don't blog about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it. Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, thoughts on yaoi, the benefit of revolutions, favorite type of underwear, graphic techniques, etc. Repost in your own journal so that we can all learn more about each other.

Ok!  Fire away! :-)

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