{ god willin' and the creek don't rise. }

My Other tumblr is set up so that it posts once a day, at 8.30a. It...has not been doing that! Why not?! PLEASE POST THINGS FROM THE QUEUE, OTHER TUMBLR. THAT IS WHY I USE THE QUEUE FEATURE!

Ahem.

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I went to the effort of acquiring the US version of Being Human and failed to watch past the first ten minutes. Not because it doesn't seem enjoyable! It does! Just because I need to actually be constrained by an actual television set in order to watch even the British version. Which is back this weekend! Sundays: now scheduled. Huzz.

I'll probably try to watch the US version again this weekend, but as I also plan on catching up on Bones/Cam's wardrobe, it's probably not going to happen. I hope whoever plays Annie is fucking amazing. Don't tell me if she's not.

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Work is work is I hate my commute so much it causes me more-than-fleeting anxiety. Good times. Also, I feel like I'm making a lot of stupid mistakes of late, but that's not really what's happening. It's just that mistakes I made in my first two months - that were never corrected by others - have suddenly come to light now. It's making me doubt myself, which is making the job app process difficult.

I have another position that I want to apply for (which now has more details, hurrah!) but I am...stalling. UGH. SELF. DO THIS THING, OKAY?

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Oh, so: I watched episodes 2 and 3 of Zen! Goodness, that was most excellent. Sometimes adaptations of crime novels lose something - that meandering sense of progression - but Zen retained that, and Rufus Sewell was a delight through and through. I hope that there is eventually some more. It was nice to have a male lead who wasn't bigoted or all about his personal man pain. And I really adored Aurelio's mother. She was so graceful. A lovely, traditional triptych. Wonderful.

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My tickets for the Shakespeare still haven't turned up. Am going to call the box office tomorrow and see what's what. (My tickets for Our Private Life appeared today; Children's Hour in a week! Aie aie aie.)

This is the point at which I need to find all my tickets and room reservations and train tickets. And my Oyster card, which, fuck if I know where I've put that thing.

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MMMMMMMMMMMMM CHEESECAKE. Yessir.

{ James Wright: Goodbye to the Poetry of Calcium. }

Goodbye to the Poetry of Calcium
by James Wright

Dark cypresses--
The world is uneasily happy;
It will all be forgotten.
-- Theodore Storm

Mother of roots, you have not seeded
The tall ashes of loneliness
For me. Therefore,
Now I go.
If I knew the name,
Your name, all trellises of vineyards and old fire
Would quicken to shake terribly my
Earth, mother of spiraling searches, terrible
Fable of calcium, girl. I crept this afternoon
In weeds once more,
Casual, daydreaming you might not strike
Me down. Mother of window sills and journeys,
Hallower of searching hands,
The sight of my blind man makes me want to weep.
Tiller of waves or whatever, woman or man,
Mother of roots or father of diamonds,
Look: I am nothing.
I do not even have ashes to rub into my eyes.

{ Maxine Kumin: Grace. }

Grace
by Maxine Kumin

Hens have their gravel; gravel sticks
The way it should stick, in the craw.
And stone on stone is tooth
For grinding raw.

And grinding raw, I learn from this
To fill my crop the way I should.
I put down pudding stone
And find it good.

I find it good to line my gut
With tidy octagons of grit.
No loophole and no chink
Make vents in it.

And in it vents no slime or sludge;
No losses sluice, no terrors slough.
God, give me appetite
for stone enough.