Musicals reccomendation

Having listened to clips from many versions of the soundtracks to RENT and Les Miserables, I have a suggestion to anyone who wishes to get either of these. If you wish to get decent Les Miserables music, get the London version. RENT, get the original Broadway cast recording. Neither is perfect, but they are the best I have found. There are some really hideous performances of some really great songs out there people - always listen to clips before making the final purchase.

Poetry

So, poetry. Not that I think this is good enough that anyone would want to lift it, but just in case, the following poem is Copyright Julia Carver, all rights reserved.

Attic

Release the handle
Wood creaks in an elegant rotation
I step in

Resistance on the chain
CLACK. Let go, and it springs away
Around me yellow light sputters
Into existence

Like entrenched rock
The air here is permanent, utterly still
Reverence

The tang, like oranges
Taste of anticipation and excitement
Adventure

Creep towards the left
Away from bright, ordinary colors.
Dimmer light.

Boxes, boards, leaning frames, stacked.
Cumbersome to move among the awkward piles.
Step over.

Dust billows as I ineptly shift a box
In order to lift the lid and discover its contents.
Heavy.

Objects and decorations
Little snapshots of history
Stories

Some objects I recognize
Locked off memories spring forth
As I find:

Weathered stuffed animals
Who used to accompany me on grand adventures
They spoke then

Favored outfits - jackets and skirts of a size to fit a doll
I wore them when they were bigger
They've shrunk.

More often I find pieces of someone else's life
The permeating scent of stories and memories wafts heavily about them
Not mine to see.

Cold metal lid pulls reluctantly up
More clothing, of older, tired fabric
Unrecognized.

Back when she was wild years old
Not much older than I am now,
Mom wore these.

Layers of leaning boards, papers
Pull on a rigid, frigid metal edge
Unleans a painting

Where did my father find this?
A boat drifts toward me in plain, smooth brush strokes.
Venice!

The next painting comes away
An explosion of color,
Muted.

Red and orange and yellow
Muted by dust and crumbling age and dim lighting
Short strokes.

One by one
The layers lift free
Entrancing.

Not all here is marvel. To find buried treasure
You must stamp your shovel into the dirt.
I dig.

Familiar background noise
Brushing and scraping against each other
Are camping mats.

When exploration is satiated
Back out through the piles
I shuffle.

Back to the yellow light.
With the clank of the chain
It groans out.

Creak travels round again.
Only when I lean against the door does the latch give
A soft snick.

Pet the Progress

Hi people. I'm happy because I am breaking ground in English. I've submitted some of the Honors assignments online to see what comes of them. The first test is completed, but not submitted, and I've started on the second test..... and happy progress! Pet the progress! Invite the progress in and adopt it.

How would it be to adopt a progress? Is it like a puppy, or a porcupine? I think like a cat. Warm and fuzzy and with soft purs, but can scratch your eyes out if it chooses.

Theories on life

Is inspiration the child of avoidance?

I know that when I have homework to do, I suddenly get past my writer's block. Or I think of twenty new projects. Like yesterday. I have homework that I really need to get done, and I think - I'll re-open my blog! And I think of a bunch of things to post about. And I think of a bunch of ideas for short stories. And I think - I really should clean my room. I want to do that now. Have it done by Tuesday. I haven't done any art in a while! And have three ideas for paintings/sketches.

Anybody agree with this theory?

Book

Finished Migration. It's not the last book in the series, but it has a wonderfully satisfying ending. Don't you love it when authors are nice to you like that? I am now impatient to read the third book, which is not a good thing because I don't have it and I know it's not at my library. sigh....

I hate finding a series or author when it's new, because it means I have to wait. Not that I have to wait too much for this one. I don't have to wait for it to be written, cause I didn't find it when it was new, just before my library or any in the surrounding area had copies.

Thumbs up to Julie E. Czerneda for writing a trilogy where each segment can be considered a book. Too many people emulate Tolkein with the 1 story slashed into 3 parts approach.