The Scene of the Crime

and let's unveil your greatest alibi
as I watch you return to the scene of the crime
let's ask all your witnesses that will swear
that you were somewhere else that night
and I will stay awake and mine eyes won't rest,
I'll seek out the clues, may my efforts be blessed
I'll follow the trails till I find all the proof that I need
to relieve this ache from my chest

{ Cincinnati Rail Tie }

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pospreterito: a list of the books in the cataclysm trilogy ({stories} ..cataclysm series)
i may eventually be working on fic of my interpretation of the storyline of moon colony bloodbath, as soon as my "make everyone miserable" urges override the "write something you will actually enjoy writing" and "no not introspective lit-fic in genre fic trappings we have enough* of that" protocols.

*"introspective lit-fic in genre trappings" is possibly a good explanation of what i write, period. everything i write gets incredibly serious!! whoa no matter what i try to do? the formerly apocabigbang fic was just "ahahaha the indelicates and zombies" for christ's saaaaaaaake. most of my origfic also applies, it's just that i tend to take it slightly more seriously to start with.

if i'm using lit-fic trappings, hell, why not actually use ~~~symbolism~~~ too?

so, okay. diseases and parasites! this is a reference post for myself later.

there's a canonical song that set this off: sudden oak death! i mean
Lose a little feeling in my fingers,
gain an edge of panic in my face.
Search for some sign
to tell me just how long I've been here;
Overturn the place
Feels like each time my efforts fail,
the whole hillsides disapprove.
Feel like a man whose veins have frozen overnight
lying there trying to move...
Yeah, when the crack sounds in the wood,
you will know that I'm down for good.
And when the crack sounds in the wood,
you will know, old friend, that I'm down for good.
I want to try to stand my ground,
Dig my heels into the hills;
Hope someone will come to write my ballads
No one will
Sudden oak death is the common name of a disease caused by the oomycete plant pathogen Phytophthora ramorum. [...] Symptoms include bleeding cankers on the tree's trunk and dieback of the foliage, in many cases eventually leading to the death of the tree.
[...]P. ramorum was first reported in 1995, and the origins of the pathogen are still unclear but most evidence suggests it was repeatedly introduced as an exotic species. Very few control mechanisms exist for the disease, and they rely upon early detection and proper disposal of infected plant material.[...]
In Coast Live Oaks and Californian Black Oaks, the first symptom is a burgundy-red to tar-black thick sap bleeding from the bark surface. These are often referred to as bleeding cankers.

red to tar-black thick sap bleeding from the surface. dat imagery.

but what if we had more of dat imagery.

thus, ref list!

  • Cordyceps.
    When a Cordyceps fungus attacks a host, the mycelium invades and eventually replaces the host tissue, while the elongated fruiting body (ascocarp) may be cylindrical, branched, or of complex shape. The ascocarp bears many small, flask-shaped perithecia containing asci. These in turn contain thread-like ascospores, which usually break into fragments and are presumably infective.

  • Cestoda.
    Cestoda (Cestoidea) is the name given to a class of parasitic flatworms, commonly called tapeworms, of the phylum Platyhelminthes. Its members live in the digestive tract of vertebrates as adults, and often in the bodies of various animals as juveniles. Over a thousand species have been described, and all vertebrate species can be parasitised by at least one species of tapeworm.

  • Flukes.
    A species that exemplifies the remarkable life history of the trematodes is the bird fluke, Leucochloridium paradoxum. The definitive hosts, in which the parasite multiplies, are various woodland birds, while the hosts in which the parasite grows (intermediate host) are various species of snail. The adult parasite in the bird's gut produces eggs and these eventually end up on the ground in the bird's faeces. Some very fortunate eggs get swallowed by a snail and here they hatch into tiny, transparent larva (miracidium). These larvae grow and take on a sac-like appearance. This stage is known as the sporocyst and it forms a central body in the snail's digestive gland that extends into a brood sac in the snail's head, muscular foot and eye-stalks.

  • Guinea worms, or "sanke around a stick" according to my late-night fingers.
    There is no vaccine or medicine to treat or prevent Guinea worm disease.[9] Once a Guinea worm begins emerging, the first step is to do a controlled submersion of the affected area in a bucket of water. This causes the worm to discharge many of its larva, making it less infectious. The water is then discarded on the ground far away from any water source. Submersion results in subjective relief of the burning sensation and makes subsequent extraction of the worm easier. To extract the worm, a person must wrap the live worm around a piece of gauze or a stick.

bonus, for word-association:

He knows that if he's very good they'll send him back earthside again, and he won't have any trouble looking normal. He thinks it will be easier to blend in, now. Now that he has a secret, hard and bright in his bones, to hold him upright.

pospreterito: a scattered pile of papers and drawings ({process} ..ar elegance and thought)
as long as actually explaining and indexing poetry and songs is something i seem to be doing these days:
  • i organise songs i write mostly by theme. this has resulted in having a rough idea of three things that will be albums as soon as i finish writing them.

  • since i am me, they are all of course being written simultaneously (by "written simultaneously" we may mean "being left for dead for ten months out of the year or more, but together!")

  • this actually started as a way to tell apart songs i was writing for the rock opera the short and graceless life of miranda clay from songs i wasn't
so now we have:
  1. The Short and Graceless Life of Miranda Clay, a rock opera about a legally blind girl who dies in a car crash and her kind of terrible friends and acquaintances and hallucinating bereaved girlfriend and how they get themselves killed or ruined or out of the whole mess

  2. Simon Says, an album in practice about reference jokes (it is where things like "i wrote an overqualified + a series of unfortunate events crossover as an allegory for the stages of mitosis" and "MOOOOM DOC SCRATCH WON'T GET OUT OF MY NARRATION MOM MAKE HIM STOOOP" go, and yes, i am not making either of these up, these are both legit songs i have written and am more or less pleased with, help) and in theory about the end of the world (hay simon haaaaaaaay) whether apocalyptic-scale or personal (or my favourite, both!)

  3. [citation needed], an album about... things that aren't simon says, the way ss was about things that weren't TSGLMC. tentative theme is "optimistic futures, also religion", which is a bad approximation of an impression you can kind of only get in my head by flinging the people's key at automatic over and over again.
so because i've never done so before, i went through two years' worth of month-by-month writing folders and pulled up everything that looked songish. APPROXIMATE TRACKLISTS AHOY.

this is going to be long.

because the things i do make sense. )
pospreterito: reads "saint stephen [the city without maps]" ({stories} ..saint stephen with a rose)

03/07/2012

form: villanelle
meter: iambic heptameter. i think.
why: i was bored, angry, and lonely
success rate: uh okay...? i mean, i wrote it to have a villanelle i can sing ("the one i can sing.txt") and built the tune around a your mom crack i made at an episode of supernatural and then didn't even use the rest of the line, s... o...
weird title? Y oh my god sufjan stevens when did you start doing titles for me cut it out i can do it myself

When Your Loved Ones Flinch At The Name Of God


'written in a block-breaking stupor from 00:05 to 00:26' say my notes )


08/07/2012

form: sestina
meter: iambic tetrameter
why: i was bored, angry, and lonely
success rate: sure why not (not sure what i think of it, but I WROTE A SESTINA, BOW DOWN, basically)
weird title? Y, but informs rest of poem

I've never liked Job


while coming up with the six words: 'god this is horrible i hate you all hm mm what is this, a conman being reprimanded? Hmm mm mm' )


09/07/2012

form: terzanelle
meter: reverse iambic hexameter
why: i was bored, angry, and lonely
success rate: it didn't end up conveying quite what i wanted it to. admittedly, what i wanted it to may have been overly complicated, seeing as i can't seem to explain it in anything less obtuse than... dresden files metaphors... good example of why i shouldn't be allowed to write personal poetry, can't do that thing and god knows how obersy et al manage it.
weird title? Y

"What are you going to major in?"
------------------- Or ----------------------
If the World Wins Out


you must have some idea )


22/07/2012

form: english sonnet seven couplets because someone got the rhyme scheme for a sonnet wrong
meter: iambic pentameter
why: i was bored, angry, and lonely
success rate: ??? i started with a tweet of david malki!'s and got a distraction. win...?
weird title? Y (however, the titles not in capslock don't count, they're more notes-to-self, but they're at the top of the page so here you go)

OPTIMISM
(when the lights go out I'll still believe in you; come hell or high water I'm not going into politics; with thanks to Alan Turing and Ada Lovelace)


rewritten so many times, but it took my mind off of trouble i got my own self into by having the emotional range of a teaspoon and the maturity level of my enemies divided by each other )
pospreterito: reads "saint stephen [the city without maps]" ({stories} ..saint stephen with a rose)
at some point i was going to write a story involving a girl named leda and her cohort of people bound to her in heart and soul and awkward bone marrow. you know. haphazard teenage not-cults, like. everyone but leda had animal names instead of human names, because of reasons.

(the reasons were entirely down by the water and that is fine you hush)

anyway, procrastinating, i came across del's october encounter with the lj markov generator, and okay, a lot of those sound like my song lyrics wow (have you seen my song lyrics lately? there are jews in, now!)

right anyway

this gives us, among others, When Fawn arrives, the three men are still red in the darkness, his mouth barely separated from the exciting centre of the world

and that is almost enough to force me to come up with a plot and characterisation and more than half-baked brainsketches, right there.

(if i weren't as impressionable as a dollop of warm wax perhaps i would ever, ever get anything done.)

POTATO

Apr. 6th, 2012 06:07 pm
pospreterito: reads "saint stephen [the city without maps]" ({stories} ..saint stephen with a rose)
out of the thirty-one 31_days january prompts i picked up half an age (four months and six days) ago,
  • twelve now belong to plenipotentiary, a Long Thing about how ciel noline became the aleph and cosma noline got her eyes, which for the purposes of our mathematics here is a separate thing
  • of the remaining nineteen,
    • twelve have been written
    • seven have not been written
      • three belong to a three-part thing on how arcturus met sam
      • and four are planned and separate.

eleven of the ones that have been written are up on the intarwebs, because i am an excellent host and have been trying to post them in chronological (prompt list) order (as opposed to chronological story order, they aren't in that).

when i finish writing and posting the seven remaining there will be an index! of the twelve that have been written, one was finished and two were done from scratch today, so this may or may not take long depending on how much i'm trying to avoid the dreaded SATs.

so this is as good a time as any for a roundup.

things that are on copretérito that you could totally go read right now:



hey, remember when i said i was going to do monthly roundup posts? (roll laugh track, credits)

ah hell

Jan. 30th, 2012 10:02 pm
pospreterito: "THAT BOY IS A MONSTER" across a young man's shoulders ({personal} ..ph your circuit's dead)
okay, 31_days will be posted only on copretérito and i have until the end of the week instead of the end of the month despite that it's january

because sick

(up next: SCHOOL! THE FESTIVAL! CHRONICLES OF SICKNESS! seriously, my first illness of the year did not disappoint. bam.)