The Knowing Seeds are Wandering Free (800 hits)
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Submitted by Flash Harry (View user info) at 2008-05-21 07:25:28 EDT
The library orchestra played around Montgomery. The gentle coughs, the hum of the paper copier, the delicate rustle of flipped page. Rhythmic, tiring, almost hypnotic. Interrupted only by the rare whisper or muffled sneeze.
He sat silently, staring at the pages in front of him but not reading the words. The essay was due in one day. Montgomery strained his eyes and read the question again, for possibly the ninth time: Analyse the role of Renfield in 'Dracula,' paying particular attention to the constructions of madness. He shook his head and yawned fiercely, noting with some pleasure the crunch his jaw made. What had driven him to choose 'the Victorian Gothic' as an area of study?
With a sudden spurt of determination, he scribbled a few lines down.
The Role of the Asylum
Fear of the 'Other'
Mental Physiology?
Construction of Madness in Dialogue
The Vampiric Food Chain
That seemed like a good start. He had earned a coffee, and a cigarette.
Montgomery returned to the library half an hour later, a pint of lager and a baked potato with beans and coleslaw heavier. The pages and books sat just as he had left them. He sat with a sigh, and belched quietly. Taking up the pen, he began to write again.
Sitting in a learned room,
Waiting for the afternoon
To come and take the noisy kids away.
Okay, so it was not quite an analysis of the unfortunate Renfield's fluctuating lucidity, but it sounded nice. He hummed it quietly to himself. As he adjusted the meter, a relative mêlée broke out around him; it was 12 o'clock, and most of the other students had lectures and tutorials to attend. After a minute of shuffling feet and the loud thuds of closed books, peace eased back over the library. Montgomery preferred when there was less people around, and he stretched out to make himself comfortable.
The knowing shelves have all the books
From 'War & Peace' to TV cooks,
To get you through your normal working day.
Quite nice, he thought. He scribbled another note in the margin of his textbook. It was a reminder to look out some contrasting attitudes of Renfield towards Van Helsing. Stoker had most certainly been constructing madness in those passages, but Montgomery had no intention of looking them up just at the minute.
Into this calm studious scene
A girl walks in with eyes so green,
That gazed through me as I began to pray.
He cracked his knuckles and rubbed at the stubble on his chin. Thoughts of shaving were interrupted by the surprise appearance of a dazzling girl. She peered around the library, looking for a place to sit. Montgomery stared. Their eyes met for an instant, and with the flicker of a smile she sat at a desk across from him, directly in his line of vision. He silently cursed that he would never get any work done now. The sunlight that poured through the half-closed blinds glinted on her eyes. Emerald green, they were. His favourite.
Flower patterns on her dress
Brunette hair a gorgeous mess,
Cheeky smile that said she liked to play.
The words had become about her now. Montgomery had lost the little interest he had in why Renfield ate flies, spiders and sparrows. The green-eyed girl's lips curled slightly, as though she could feel his gaze upon her.
It's not a place you'd often find
A Catholic girl who blows your mind,
'Staff Only' signs can't even spoil your day.
As he applied the pen to the page for the full-stop, he saw the girl stand up from the corner of his eye. She was facing him, her eyes searching out his. Her face looked pleased, placid, but with a hint of mischief. She pursed her lips and blew him a secret kiss...then darted through a doorway and out of sight. Montgomery jumped to his feet, following her with everything but his legs. The door closed slowly behind her. The words it bore were printed large and bright: 'STAFF ONLY'.
Montgomery looked back to the words on the paper. The afternoon evacuaion...the green eyes...surely not. It was too surreal. He hesitated for a moment, then bent down and scribbled down one final verse before dashing through the door after her.
Her skin was wet with perspiration
Our lips entwined in desperation,
This Catholic girl was easily led astray.
The room was dark, and warm. Wandering fingers reached out to him as he fumbled into the shadows, sleek curves pressed against him, and her mouth found his with a greed that matched his own.
When they finally re-appeared, adjusting themselves and blinking in the warm light, Montgomery felt refreshed, inspired and ready to crack on with the essay. He was particularly keen to examine how Renfield's madness would have been received by readers in Vicorian England. But there was a final verse that had to be written first.
As our clothes hit the ground
My head was spinning round and round,
I'd come here more, were it always like today.
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Submitted by loveinbrevity (user info) at 2008-07-21 11:21:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by LittleMonster (user info) at 2008-05-22 07:56:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I refuse to explain.
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-05-22 06:45:35 EDT (#)
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What on earth is a Zippler? :oP
Submitted by LittleMonster (user info) at 2008-05-22 06:34:25 EDT (#)
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2+ Zippler
Well executed
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-05-22 04:01:00 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Phallic_Cymbals (user info) at 2008-05-22 05:54:12 BST (#)
Ranking: 2
He shoulda written:
Leaping up, this malcontent
Pulled her down without consent
Rape, rape, rape, rape, rapity rape.
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Mmmm...smells like a sequel. Or possibly even a series. Montgomery uses his magic pen to write down all sorts of debauchery, mischief and 'surprise sex' in the knowledge that they will come true.
Submitted by Phallic_Cymbals (user info) at 2008-05-22 00:54:12 EDT (#)
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He shoulda written:
Leaping up, this malcontent
Pulled her down without consent
Rape, rape, rape, rape, rapity rape.
Submitted by X54 (user info) at 2008-05-22 00:20:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-05-21 07:41:22 EDT (#)
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Its actually an amalgamation of poem, fiction and book review.
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And a very nice amalgamation it is.
Submitted by bob (user info) at 2008-05-21 21:33:15 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2008-05-21 15:47:57 EDT (#)
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Submitted by shadow (user info) at 2008-05-21 14:20:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Not bad.
Submitted by Lib (user info) at 2008-05-21 13:41:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I do like you stuff.
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2008-05-21 13:36:45 EDT (#)
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Submitted by lostnphound (user info) at 2008-05-21 13:31:31 EDT (#)
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Submitted by TechnoRatty (user info) at 2008-05-21 13:05:11 EDT (#)
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very nice
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-05-21 07:57:53 EDT (#)
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WTF is a 'catagorty'??
Submitted by woolfe (user info) at 2008-05-21 07:57:08 EDT (#)
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Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-05-21 07:55:28 EDT (#)
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lol, not very 'diguised' when 'poetry' is the catagorty, Hurty. :)
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-05-21 07:51:59 EDT (#)
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Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-05-21 07:48:52 EDT (#)
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I usually finish my workload for the day at about half ten, quarter to eleven.
Then I read the papers online and have a cup of tea. Takes me up to eleven thirty.
Then I write.
I am posting something new almost every day in protest at the crap I find on the front page most of the time.
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2008-05-21 07:47:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I do rate accordingly, I just don't like poems on Uber. Terrible really, but there it is.
Submitted by Banjo (user info) at 2008-05-21 07:46:30 EDT (#)
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Hurty rate accordingly!!!
Poem or no, this is awesome.
Its like a story a day with you, where do you find the energy and imagination?
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2008-05-21 07:44:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Yes, I noticed all those things as well, but the poem, cunningly disguised though it was, stood out.
Perhaps no italics next time? I did smile though, as once again, 'green eyes' were mentioned. Against all my better uber poetry hating judgment, have a .5
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-05-21 07:41:22 EDT (#)
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Its actually an amalgamation of poem, fiction and book review.
Not cunning enough to breach your defences though, Hurty...
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2008-05-21 07:39:59 EDT (#)
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Try to disguise a poem eh? I've seen through your ruse!