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Nov. 20th, 2009
+ All this talk of MANPAIN reminds me: you know who doesn't have MANPAIN (so far, anyway)? Castle! And that's one of the many reasons why I adore him. And, also, there is this great post (via ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
metafandom on the representation of fans and fannishness; it discusses, among other things, Castle's little nod to Firefly fans by having Nathan Fillion dress up as a space cowboy in the Halloween episode. But you know what (who) - as far as I'm concerned - the show's biggest nod to us fannish types is? Beckett! Beckett, who is a complete and utter fangirl, who knows the tiniest details of the worst episodes books and stands in line for an hour to get her book signed, who makes time for the new book amidst everything - and who somehow also manages to be a sane person, who is competent and efficient, who does not wallow in her womanpain and does not melt into a fangirly puddle every time Castle is in front of her. Beckett is one of us, and I cannot tell you how much that pleases me.
+ You know how I have been threatening to Have Thoughts about the Lydia episode in Broken ever since the episode aired? Here, have some tl;dr. ( spoilers through 6.08 )
metafandom on the representation of fans and fannishness; it discusses, among other things, Castle's little nod to Firefly fans by having Nathan Fillion dress up as a space cowboy in the Halloween episode. But you know what (who) - as far as I'm concerned - the show's biggest nod to us fannish types is? Beckett! Beckett, who is a complete and utter fangirl, who knows the tiniest details of the worst + You know how I have been threatening to Have Thoughts about the Lydia episode in Broken ever since the episode aired? Here, have some tl;dr. ( spoilers through 6.08 )
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Nov. 20th, 2009 01:59 pmMore Faiz.
Before You Came
*
Before you came,
things were as they should be:
the sky was the dead-end of sight,
the road was just a road, wine merely wine.
Now everything is like my heart,
a color at the edge of blood:
the grey of your absence, the color of poison, or thorns,
the gold when we meet, the season ablaze,
the yellow of autumn, the red of flowers, of flames,
and the black when you cover the earth
with the coal of dead fires.
And the sky, the road, the glass of wine?
The sky is a shirt wet with tears,
the road a vein about to break,
and the glass of wine a mirror in which
the sky, the road, the world keep changing.
Don’t leave now that you’re here—
Stay. So the world may become like itself again:
so the sky may be the sky,
the road a road,
and the glass of wine not a mirror, just a glass of wine.
(translated by Agha Shahid Ali)
*
And because I can't pick between the two, have another translation of the same poem: ( the colour of my heart )
Before You Came
*
Before you came,
things were as they should be:
the sky was the dead-end of sight,
the road was just a road, wine merely wine.
Now everything is like my heart,
a color at the edge of blood:
the grey of your absence, the color of poison, or thorns,
the gold when we meet, the season ablaze,
the yellow of autumn, the red of flowers, of flames,
and the black when you cover the earth
with the coal of dead fires.
And the sky, the road, the glass of wine?
The sky is a shirt wet with tears,
the road a vein about to break,
and the glass of wine a mirror in which
the sky, the road, the world keep changing.
Don’t leave now that you’re here—
Stay. So the world may become like itself again:
so the sky may be the sky,
the road a road,
and the glass of wine not a mirror, just a glass of wine.
(translated by Agha Shahid Ali)
*
And because I can't pick between the two, have another translation of the same poem: ( the colour of my heart )