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Oct. 16th, 2004 09:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7memes. is there a single person who has not yet done either of these? ME. So i guess I'll cave to temptation.
But first let me say it is pouring rain and 9:15 in the morning and they are BLARING FOOTBALL MUSIC over at the St. Joe's football field. I will KILL the little bastards if they EVEN have a game in this.
1) The Poetry Meme:
When you see this, post a bit of poetry in your own journal.
Necessarily, I have delayed this by a day or so, because I tend not to do memes. But I'll do it, because everyone else is, and it's a rainy morning and I don't feel like getting out of bed.
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This is from Thomas Kinsella's translation of the Tain bo Cuiliagne and I chose it partly because it's grim and I'm feeling grim at the moment, and partly because it's sort of starkly beautiful in a horrible way, and partly because the book was within reach.
This is Kinsella's free poetic interpretation of a roscad, an obscure Irish poetry form that occurs in sprinkles throughout the epic and has puzzled translators immensely. This is a speech by the war-goddess, the Morrígan, who has settled in bird shape on a standing stone and is speaking to the Brown Bull of Cuiliagne (who is the object of the Cattle-Raid of Cuiliagne, the whole point of the story).
Grim, prophetic, and we haven't learned anything in the ensuing thousand-odd years.
Thomas Kinsella, Tain. Oxford University Press, 1969. Page 98.
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2) what I shall call the My Stuff Is Cooler Than Yours meme, alternately known as I Have Such Weird Stuff.
Name 3 CDs you own that nobody else on your friends list does
Hmm...
By "CDs you own" you don't happen to mean "music you have on your computer?" It's just that I haven't actually looked at a physical CD since I got a computer with a decent sound system. But I'll try to sort it out.
Norwegian Folk Songs & Peasant Dances: Folk Music collected by Edvard Grieg and performed by Reidun Horvei (vocals), Gier Botnen (piano), and Knut Hamre (Hardanger fiddle).
Orgasmatron, by Mötorhead
...But Seriously, by the Spacely Sprockets, a ska band founded by members of the Hoosic Valley Central High School's pep band: their #1 hit single was the version of Hoosic Valley's Alma Mater that they performed at basketball games. They put out the CD themselves.
3 books
Mmm... A lot of the "obscure" stuff I have, I wouldn't put it past you guys to have. But it's worth a shot.
Lady Gregory's Complete Irish Mythology, which consists of Gods and Fighting Men (1902) and Cuchulain of Muirthemne (1904) bound together.
I also have Kinsella's Tain (duh, see above) but I'm willing to bet there are those among you who do too.
Soga Om Gunnlaug Ormstunge, from the teaching series Skoleutgave fra Det Norske Samlaget, ved Hallvard Mageroy og Ivar Eskeland. My cousin Andreas had this in school, and read of my interest in sagas and thought I'd like to read it. So he brought it for me this summer when he visited. However. I know how to say about three phrases in Norwegian, none of them useful. So reading it has been an exercise in fascinating guesses.
But, I bet none of you have it.
Does this one count: I had to get it in Xerox because the book's out of print and I needed it for a class.
R. L. Thomson's Pwyll Pendeuic Dyuet, in Middle Welsh with glossary and footnotes. We translated this painstakingly in my Middle Welsh class and...
oh, of course it doesn't count, because![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aesc was there and actually had a copy as I recall. Man... What the hell else do I even have?
Big Red by C.W. Anderson. Who else is going to have a contemporary book about a long-dead horse? It is, of course, a biography of Man O' War, written while he was newly retired and still alive, with illustrations drawn from life. I loved it immensely when I was a little girl. Yes, I was into ponies. I had horses, though, so it's not like this was admiration from afar. i knew what they smelled like and I still liked them.
3 movies
This one will be nearly impossible, as I don't own three movies. Wait... I own a VHS copy of Chicken Run that I've never removed from its shrink wrap and may have given to my mother, because I don't own a VCR.
And I have two DVD's to my name, though they're probably technically Dave's, so I'll list them. Because they're the only movies I actually have.
Tampopo, directed by Juzo Itami. (A "noodle western" featuring a woman who becomes a truck driver's disciple in the quest to make the perfect bowl of ramen noodles. Brilliance. And tons of food. And a gratuitous death scene that has nothing to do with the plot. Sweet!!)
The Price of Milk, directed by Harry Sinclair, and starring Karl Urban. This is the movie Harry showed Pete Jackson to let him decide whether Karl might make a good Éomer. It actually shows that Karl has some acting ability, which is far more than we get out of him in TT. A shame. However, he does look much better as a brunette, and yes, there's a scene where you see his naked ass. And the Kiwi accents are too cute.
I love the movie but wished they'd hired a writer. The director, btw, played Isildur. Which is why i'm not convinced nobody on my friends list has this. It sort of points up how small the NZ movie world really is, as half the Maori goons are Orcs as well (including Lurtz). However, the absolutely brilliant female lead, Danielle Cormack, did not appear anywhere in LoTR, which is tragic.
a place you've visited
Uh... My aunt's house in Bergen, Norway is probably a safe bet. (I keep coming back to Norwegian stuff because so many of you folks know Ireland and Britain as well as or better than I do, but nobody seems to be Scandinavian.)
a piece of clothing
The polarfleece vest patterned with penguins that earned me my second online handle, after Snork Maiden and before Dragonlady. My mom made it for me and since then I have been one of those people that people give stuff to that has penguins on it, and I don't mind at all and consequently have a great deal of penguin-phernalia. Penguins are cute.
an occupation you've had
Oh, I'll bet none of you ever photographed, bound, cleaned, labeled, and filed slides at a slide library. I did that for almost four years until the bastards took my Work Study away. I haven't been so steadily employed since, which is truly truly sad.
Yes, slides. Like for slide projectors. For professors to inflict on their students. Yeah.
I hear by the sighs and the sound of his computer signing on to Instant Messenger that Dave's awake, so I suppose I'll go make breakfast.
But first let me say it is pouring rain and 9:15 in the morning and they are BLARING FOOTBALL MUSIC over at the St. Joe's football field. I will KILL the little bastards if they EVEN have a game in this.
1) The Poetry Meme:
When you see this, post a bit of poetry in your own journal.
Necessarily, I have delayed this by a day or so, because I tend not to do memes. But I'll do it, because everyone else is, and it's a rainy morning and I don't feel like getting out of bed.
_______________________
This is from Thomas Kinsella's translation of the Tain bo Cuiliagne and I chose it partly because it's grim and I'm feeling grim at the moment, and partly because it's sort of starkly beautiful in a horrible way, and partly because the book was within reach.
This is Kinsella's free poetic interpretation of a roscad, an obscure Irish poetry form that occurs in sprinkles throughout the epic and has puzzled translators immensely. This is a speech by the war-goddess, the Morrígan, who has settled in bird shape on a standing stone and is speaking to the Brown Bull of Cuiliagne (who is the object of the Cattle-Raid of Cuiliagne, the whole point of the story).
Dark one are you restless
do you guess they gather
to certain slaughter
the wise raven
groans aloud
that enemies infest
the fair fields
ravaging in packs
learn I discern
rich plains
softly wavelike
baring their necks
greennness of grass
beauty of blossoms
on the plains war
grinding heroic
hosts to dust
cattle groans the Badb
the raven ravenous
among corpses of men
affliction and outcry
and war everlasting
raging over Cuiliagne
death of sons
death of kinsmen
death death !
Grim, prophetic, and we haven't learned anything in the ensuing thousand-odd years.
Thomas Kinsella, Tain. Oxford University Press, 1969. Page 98.
_______________________
2) what I shall call the My Stuff Is Cooler Than Yours meme, alternately known as I Have Such Weird Stuff.
Name 3 CDs you own that nobody else on your friends list does
Hmm...
By "CDs you own" you don't happen to mean "music you have on your computer?" It's just that I haven't actually looked at a physical CD since I got a computer with a decent sound system. But I'll try to sort it out.
Norwegian Folk Songs & Peasant Dances: Folk Music collected by Edvard Grieg and performed by Reidun Horvei (vocals), Gier Botnen (piano), and Knut Hamre (Hardanger fiddle).
Orgasmatron, by Mötorhead
...But Seriously, by the Spacely Sprockets, a ska band founded by members of the Hoosic Valley Central High School's pep band: their #1 hit single was the version of Hoosic Valley's Alma Mater that they performed at basketball games. They put out the CD themselves.
3 books
Mmm... A lot of the "obscure" stuff I have, I wouldn't put it past you guys to have. But it's worth a shot.
Lady Gregory's Complete Irish Mythology, which consists of Gods and Fighting Men (1902) and Cuchulain of Muirthemne (1904) bound together.
I also have Kinsella's Tain (duh, see above) but I'm willing to bet there are those among you who do too.
Soga Om Gunnlaug Ormstunge, from the teaching series Skoleutgave fra Det Norske Samlaget, ved Hallvard Mageroy og Ivar Eskeland. My cousin Andreas had this in school, and read of my interest in sagas and thought I'd like to read it. So he brought it for me this summer when he visited. However. I know how to say about three phrases in Norwegian, none of them useful. So reading it has been an exercise in fascinating guesses.
But, I bet none of you have it.
Does this one count: I had to get it in Xerox because the book's out of print and I needed it for a class.
R. L. Thomson's Pwyll Pendeuic Dyuet, in Middle Welsh with glossary and footnotes. We translated this painstakingly in my Middle Welsh class and...
oh, of course it doesn't count, because
aesc was there and actually had a copy as I recall. Man... What the hell else do I even have?Big Red by C.W. Anderson. Who else is going to have a contemporary book about a long-dead horse? It is, of course, a biography of Man O' War, written while he was newly retired and still alive, with illustrations drawn from life. I loved it immensely when I was a little girl. Yes, I was into ponies. I had horses, though, so it's not like this was admiration from afar. i knew what they smelled like and I still liked them.
3 movies
This one will be nearly impossible, as I don't own three movies. Wait... I own a VHS copy of Chicken Run that I've never removed from its shrink wrap and may have given to my mother, because I don't own a VCR.
And I have two DVD's to my name, though they're probably technically Dave's, so I'll list them. Because they're the only movies I actually have.
Tampopo, directed by Juzo Itami. (A "noodle western" featuring a woman who becomes a truck driver's disciple in the quest to make the perfect bowl of ramen noodles. Brilliance. And tons of food. And a gratuitous death scene that has nothing to do with the plot. Sweet!!)
The Price of Milk, directed by Harry Sinclair, and starring Karl Urban. This is the movie Harry showed Pete Jackson to let him decide whether Karl might make a good Éomer. It actually shows that Karl has some acting ability, which is far more than we get out of him in TT. A shame. However, he does look much better as a brunette, and yes, there's a scene where you see his naked ass. And the Kiwi accents are too cute.
I love the movie but wished they'd hired a writer. The director, btw, played Isildur. Which is why i'm not convinced nobody on my friends list has this. It sort of points up how small the NZ movie world really is, as half the Maori goons are Orcs as well (including Lurtz). However, the absolutely brilliant female lead, Danielle Cormack, did not appear anywhere in LoTR, which is tragic.
a place you've visited
Uh... My aunt's house in Bergen, Norway is probably a safe bet. (I keep coming back to Norwegian stuff because so many of you folks know Ireland and Britain as well as or better than I do, but nobody seems to be Scandinavian.)
a piece of clothing
The polarfleece vest patterned with penguins that earned me my second online handle, after Snork Maiden and before Dragonlady. My mom made it for me and since then I have been one of those people that people give stuff to that has penguins on it, and I don't mind at all and consequently have a great deal of penguin-phernalia. Penguins are cute.
an occupation you've had
Oh, I'll bet none of you ever photographed, bound, cleaned, labeled, and filed slides at a slide library. I did that for almost four years until the bastards took my Work Study away. I haven't been so steadily employed since, which is truly truly sad.
Yes, slides. Like for slide projectors. For professors to inflict on their students. Yeah.
I hear by the sighs and the sound of his computer signing on to Instant Messenger that Dave's awake, so I suppose I'll go make breakfast.
