no contact possible to flesh allayed the fever of the bone

[incandescens]

I am currently drinking some absinthe. It's for research. Really. Not that I don't like drinking absinthe anyhow.

The cherry trees nearby have gone from bud to flower. I would enjoy the state of flower more if I didn't know that soon they will be in a state of overblown flower, and the petals will turn brown, and fall, and be miserable.

Diablo III is out in less than a fortnight. Something very definite to look forward to. If not quite as elegant as absinthe or cherry blossoms.

---

Whispers of Immortality

Webster was much possessed by death
And saw the skull beneath the skin;
And breastless creatures under ground
Leaned backward with a lipless grin.

Daffodil bulbs instead of balls
Stared from the sockets of the eyes!
He knew that thought clings round dead limbs
Tightening its lusts and luxuries.

Donne, I suppose, was such another
Who found no substitute for sense,
To seize and clutch and penetrate;
Expert beyond experience,

He knew the anguish of the marrow
The ague of the skeleton;
No contact possible to flesh
Allayed the fever of the bone.
. . . . .
Grishkin is nice: her Russian eye
Is underlined for emphasis;
Uncorseted, her friendly bust
Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.

The couched Brazilian jaguar
Compels the scampering marmoset
With subtle effluence of cat;
Grishkin has a maisonette;

The sleek Brazilian jaguar
Does not in its arboreal gloom
Distil so rank a feline smell
As Grishkin in a drawing-room.

And even the Abstract Entities
Circumambulate her charm;
But our lot crawls between dry ribs
To keep our metaphysics warm.

-- TS Eliot

Comments

[archangelbeth]

My brain slightly cracks that the Cats poet has also written creepy stuff like this. It should not disturb nor surprise me, because I know I've written fluffy and creepy and whatnot as well, but... it unsettles, oddly.

[incandescens]

It is unsettling, isn't it? And as you say, the more for being from someone you usually associate with cute and entertaining stuff.

(I ran across it because I was looking for the reference to "the skull beneath the skin", which I remembered from the title of a detective story, and wanted to check the rest of the source in search of a good title for a short Black Butler piece for springkink. You know how these trails go.)

[archangelbeth]

Anything with Black Butler and Springkink goes creepy places, yupyup.

(Dare you to do light, fluffy springkink BB!)

I wish I knew why it was so unsettling. I mean... I do multiple modes myself! I should know better!

[incandescens]

I cite http://springkink.livejournal.com/1236166.html as evidence of light BB! Fluffyish, even!

Yes. One does want to know why it twitches the nerves so. One analyses. One wants to be able to do it one's self. ;)

[archangelbeth]

*evil grin*

Or to know if one should consider pen names.

[incandescens]

(chuckles)