Three Weddings and a Funeral, 19th century-style

[melayneseahawk]

Dear Mr. Daly, author of Under the Gaslight (1867),

Nice play, but did it have to be so long?

All my conditional love,
theatre student

But yeah, play for tomorrow completed. If I were a good person, I'd work on Anthro notes now, but I shall write instead. Remix/Redux is almost done (letting it ferment until tomorrow and then I'll go back and pick at it some more), and I'm hoping to finish something tonight, or at least make a dent in the stuff still sitting in my "to write" folder.

Cannot believe that I didn't mention it before, but "She Blinded Me With Science" appeared in this quarter's issue of imaginarybeasts. My story hasn't changed, but quite a few of the others are really worth the read.

Oh, and another:

Dear Heart:

Um, what the fuck? Where are the extra beats the Holter monitor picked up coming from? And what's with the chest pain and delayed pulse you're doing right now? I thought you were done, bitch.

No love,
Me

Two metaquotes quotes and then today's other poem: finding one's thesis and one person's thoughts on The Reaping.

I love this poem, but we did a (awful) song that had it as lyrics in middle school so now I can't read it without hearing the song in my head. *shudders*

Dreams, Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

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[melayneseahawk.livejournal.com]

Hee, yeah.