Feb. 5th, 2012

some_stars: (kids! stay in school!)
Also as long as I'm spamming you with every single item I'm consuming, I just wanted to announce that I'm currently reading Crush by Richard Siken and it is BLOWING MY FUCKING MIND. The first poem and the last few especially. (Apparently the entire internet shares my feelings about "Snow and Dirty Rain," to judge by all the blogs and tumblrs that pop up when googling it and all the fanfic I now realize was titled from it, but "You Are Jeff" is just as mindblowing. If more laborious to type up.) I haven't even gotten to the whole middle of the book because I keep having to reread and reread.

They're the kind of poems where I read them and I'm sort of waiting for things to get interesting, proceeding on trust, my mind almost--but never quite--wandering, and then I get to the end or, in the longer poems, hit a punch-in-the-stomach moment, and suddenly the whole poem flashes white and I have to reread it and it's like seeing the world with new eyes, or something, I don't know, AMAZING. I wish I could do that. Also this whole paragraph may only be applicable to other people with untreated ADHD, possibly normal readers are gripped from the very first moment and their attention never threatens to wander.

Tragically I only have this book through the magic of interlibrary loan and my parents' access to the university library, so in six weeks I have to give it back. I've ordered it on Amazon but it's out of stock with no restock date given. We will just have to make the most of our time together I guess. Also probably I shouldn't clutch it to my naked bosom.
some_stars: (a space of flowers)
Today's Vows column in the NYTimes made my heart flutter. This is why I always read the weddings first on Sunday! Because they give me feelings.

COMPLETELY UNRELATED, to avoid spam: I would really like a multifandom telepathy/telepathic sex vid to Touch Me Touching You. I can't make it, because it's multifandom, but it would be GREAT.
some_stars: (hearing the whir of the servos inside)
The thing about one's new fandom being an anime is that, 1.) there are SO MANY official tie-ins of various sorts--manga, art books, character sheets with little factoids and stuff, audio dramas--lots of which are available translated online but have to be hunted down, which reaaaally appeals to my obsessive squirrelly hoarding instincts, and 2.) doujinshi. There are so many. Is so much? I don't even know. But I have 34 so far, and only 20 of those have been translated into English. The others I just look at the art and try to guess what's happening (aside from "endless endless dubcon fucking" which is of course a given), and somehow this is satisfying to me.

I don't know how anyone (who doesn't speak Japanese, I mean) did this pre-internet, you all have my greatest admiration. I would have gone mad knowing how much was out there that I couldn't have. I don't even have to navigate Japanese websites, it all just serves itself up to me with a little googling. So that was how I spent my Sunday! The beginning of the day I was mostly looking at official stuff with fascinating new characterization and lolzy adventures, and then as the afternoon wore on everything got more and more bodily-fluid-intensive. I will almost certainly be over this fandom in less than a month, it's not really big enough to hold me for too long, but I consider this a day well spent anyway.

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