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  • Let's bring in a little bit of culture for a change. My favourite poet in my uni days (and still now, probably) was Philip Larkin, and this is one of his best poems. It's certainly morbid and perhaps moribund, as with much of his work, but it's still pretty damn fabulous.

    Aubade

    I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
    Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.
    In time the curtain-edges will grow light.
    Till then I see what's really always there:
    Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,
    Making all thought impossible but how
    And where and when I shall myself die.
    Arid interrogation: yet the dread
    Of dying, and being dead,
    Flashes afresh to hold and horrify.

    The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse
    -- The good not done, the love not given, time
    Torn off unused -- nor wretchedly because
    An only life can take so long to climb
    Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never;
    But at the total emptiness for ever,
    The sure extinction that we travel to
    And shall be lost in always. Not to be here,
    Not to be anywhere,
    And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.

    This is a special way of being afraid
    No trick dispels. Religion used to try,
    That vast moth-eaten musical brocade
    Created to pretend we never die,
    And specious stuff that says No rational being
    Can fear a thing it will not feel, not seeing
    That this is what we fear -- no sight, no sound,
    No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,
    Nothing to love or link with,
    The anaesthetic from which none come round.

    And so it stays just on the edge of vision,
    A small unfocused blur, a standing chill
    That slows each impulse down to indecision.
    Most things may never happen: this one will,
    And realisation of it rages out
    In furnace-fear when we are caught without
    People or drink. Courage is no good:
    It means not scaring others. Being brave
    Lets no one off the grave.
    Death is no different whined at than withstood.

    Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape.
    It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know,
    Have always known, know that we can't escape,
    Yet can't accept. One side will have to go.
    Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring
    In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring
    Intricate rented world begins to rouse.
    The sky is white as clay, with no sun.
    Work has to be done.
    Postmen like doctors go from house to house.
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    • Awesome.

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      • This kid is brilliant.

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        • I've never seen sorrow better evoked in art than with this picture (first panel). I guess having followed the story might help, but you don't have time for that.
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          • So I've got a youtube channel now (I'm so hip!). It'll have my lifting sesh videos on it, for anyone who isn't bored to cancer at the thought of such a thing.

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            • I like that this forum is green. I'm consistently amazed that mythology still dominates the world. I'm quite enjoying being thirty.


              And that's that.
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              • Originally posted by Primal Fist View Post
                So my 70s Big hoodie came today, which is pretty sweet (I'm wearing it to write this post). Not so sweet is the 13 customs duty I had to pay on it. Motherfuckers.

                My book is nearing completion (again) and just has a few chapters left (still). When I say 'nearing completion' of course, I mean the first draft, but that's 120,000 words better than nothing. It's pretty cool. Will hopefully be done by the end of the month, then I've got a few changes I need to hop back and do (continuity corrections, that sort of thing) before it gets locked in a figurative drawer for three months. I need to defamiliarise (word?) myself with it before the second draft gets done. I've got another thing to do some work on while I'm waiting, anyway.
                (edit: just finished today's writing at 25 words off 120,000 and quarter of a page off 200 A4 pages. Awesome.)

                This is cool for anyone who likes A Song Of Ice And Fire (aka Game of Thrones if you only watch TV and don't read, you pathetic loser):
                Hi there!

                I know this is an older post, but I'm just back exploring after being off the forum a while.
                What's your book about?

                Also, how are the Song of Ice and Fire books? Did the show do them any justice?

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                • Originally posted by Primal Fist View Post
                  An excellent article by Johnny Pain of strengthvillain.com. I don't always agree with the guy, but this is some really good stuff. Original here.
                  This is wonderful. I especially like the last line.

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                  • Originally posted by Primal Fist View Post
                    This kid is brilliant.

                    Very very cool

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                    • Hey OP. Haven't been on here for about 100 years, but Wifey mentioned you had a few new posts so thought I'd drop in. How's things with you two? Either of you have a Fitocracy account? Wifey and I are on there a bit and log our training on it. In answer to your questions above, my writing is going well, the ASOIAF books are good if a little ponderous at points - they're best read in big chunks - and I watched about ten minutes of the show then had to switch off.
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