complaining on the upstairs computer

[incandescens]

Okay, so --

ntl in Southampton seems to be down for a second day running. Or possibly part of a second day, given that I don't know exactly when it started . . .

Off to Leeds tomorrow for flat-hunting, back Sunday evening, so my apologies to anyone who was looking for me. Hopefully my usual connection will be up and running again by then.

Believe me, this is extremely frustrating to me as well.

6666 got here today, along with Claudia: La porte des enfers; both were drawn by Tacito, who seems to have coarsened his usual style a bit. 6666 is amusing but nothing special, and clearly future technology involves the ability to give all women big breasts. (Though I liked the bit where the tyrant decided to show the newly-awakened Lilith what a space battle was. "Let me conquer a star system for you, Princess . . .") Claudia had more wit to it, as I'd expect from the author (Pat Mills), but Tacito's art is not as gorgeous as Ledroit's (artist to the Requiem series of which this is a spinoff), even though it is okay. Hm. Will have to consider, when the next of both of those come out.

One bit that did particularly amuse me in Claudia was when the protagonist was going shopping in the effective Hell that the story is set in (aka Necropolis), and we had a panning/establishing shot of a huge shopping arcade which was clearly a visual homage to the Galeries Lafayette in Paris. (Except for the vampires, gargoyles, and airships.) I showed it to my parents, and they both said, "Wait, isn't that..."

Anyhow. Leeds tomorrow. Online checking variable, probably cybercafe-assisted (because I doubt I can go three days without checking email). Back Sunday.

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My Triumph lasted till the Drums

My Triumph lasted till the Drums
Had left the Dead alone
And then I dropped my Victory
And chastened stole along
To where the finished Faces
Conclusion turned on me
And then I hated Glory
And wished myself were They.

What is to be is best descried
When it has also been—
Could Prospect taste of Retrospect
The tyrannies of Men
Were Tenderer—diviner
The Transitive toward.
A Bayonet's contrition
Is nothing to the Dead.

-- Emily Dickinson

Comments

[summer-queen.livejournal.com]

Good luck house hunting!

[mikeneko.livejournal.com]

Anyhow. Leeds tomorrow.

I'm so excited! (Exceedingly weird, vicarious excitement.)

[archangelbeth]

Luck flat-hunting! And we miss you!

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

Fourth all the above, and add-- does any poet have as unmistakable a voice as Dickinson?

[incandescens]

ee cummings, perhaps, but that's partly the unmistakeable spelling/punctuation. ;) Thanks!

[copperbird.livejournal.com]

Wait, is 6666 a sort of future version of 666? (I have a horrible feeling I already know the answer to this :) )

[incandescens]

Yup, set several thousand years in the future, with a clone of Carmody, and Lilith having been revived from the dead. Not quite as witty as the first one so far, but I suspect the author's having to work harder establishing background.