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

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pospreterito: young man in black with a red tie against a red wall (Default)
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pospreterito: 'ifupdown' in two fonts (black on black, pink on black) ({stories} ..ifupdown)
i am going to be doing the august session of camp nanowrimo.

if all goes well, i will be rewriting ifupdown. it's about a bunch of demigods who are terrible people and the people they suck into their wake or who just sort of appear there, and how they flail at trying to fix a paradigm shift in how the world works. there's also a lot of pasta, if i remember correctly, and names with too many vowels. the first draft was largely nightwish-fuelled. these are going to be the chapter titles i guess.

do you want to see it as i go?

because first drafts are terrible, i am probably going to be posting it flocked and daily if enough people are interested. since that could be obnoxious, i am making a new filter for that. if you want to see it, let me know, whether or not i have you added even i guess?

disclaimer: there is a small chance you may end up on the filter anyway because sure why not i like you have a thing whether you wanted it or not. there are, like, two people i would do that to, though, so telling me is the best bet if you want to see and this ends up being how i do it and i don't drop out in the first week and so on.

also, here is the mountain goats bootleg (solo, slightly drunk john darnielle, it is wonderful) i am listening to. and here is randall munroe discussing a mole of moles.
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 )

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.)