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 Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 8:34 pm
Shard Aerliss You could have called it Quoth... *raises a glass* Here's to Poe.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 2:15 pm
Shard Aerliss You could have called it Quoth... bleh, crows. There are an awful lot of rookeries in this town. There are at least 4 different factions within walking distance of my house. No, 5 now that we moved to the other side of town (this town is so small... only 1500 people, you can walk from one side to the other in five minutes). I don't get a morning chorus... I get Hell's chorus. 5am they start squaking and screaching. I love watching them but I wish they'd understand they cannot sing! I watched a pair of magpies try to build a nest in one of the rookeries once... idiots. Qouth? o.o What would that mean? I was thinking of calling it Aerith though..*L* Would suit it. birds are pure , innocent and so adorable.. I'm going to buy two more parakeets! I want lovebirds but there hard to find for some strange reason now. So I'll get some more cute parakeets. *L* Wonder what I should name them? Magpies are adorable. >> Okay..any bird is adorable. When I went to canada in 2000, my friend and I went to the Zoo, they had the coolest bird! Ever see a Cossowary? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CassowaryThey're really pretty birds..But there listed to be one of the most dangerus animals kept in the Zoo's...Haha. Who would of thought! I'd think a lion would be the most dangerus. The 2004 edition of the Guinness World Records lists the cassowary as the world's most dangerous bird. Normally cassowaries are very shy but when disturbed can lash out dangerously with their powerful legs. During World War II American and Australian troops stationed in New Guinea were warned to steer clear of the birds. They are capable of inflicting fatal injuries to an adult human. Usually, attacks are the result of provocation. Wounded or cornered birds are particularly dangerous. Cassowaries, deftly using their surroundings to conceal their movements, have been known to out-flank organized groups of human predators. Cassowaries are considered to be one of the most dangerous animals to keep in zoos, based on the frequency and severity of injuries incurred by zookeepers. More recently, Cassowaries have been known to lose their natural fear of people. As a result, large areas of Australian National Parks have been temporarily closed to avoid human contact with the bird.
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Aerith Gast Gainsborough Captain
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Aerith Gast Gainsborough Captain
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 2:15 pm
Zaxoth Arturos Shard Aerliss You could have called it Quoth... *raises a glass* Here's to Poe. Poe? o.o
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 3:45 pm
edgar allen poe. (Quoth the raven, "nevermore.")
quoth is like quoted.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 4:13 am
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
I don't actually like Poe very much, his fictional prose anyway. I find it quite dull, nothing much seems to happen. People say that his stories are about the 'atmosphere' but I don't think he pulled that off very well either.
Some of his essays are bizarre; furniture?!
But The Raven is an excellent poem.
I was more referencing The Wyrd Museum by Robin Jarvis, which is a reference to the poem. Odin's ravens, Memory and Thought, are revived by magic, but half way through, the ritual is disturbed and Memory loses his memory. He is found by a young boy and named Quoth.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 3:24 am
I never got into reading poems, so I guess thats why I had no idea. lol.
And..Happy Birthday Zaxoth.
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Aerith Gast Gainsborough Captain
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 6:08 am
New siggy!
<.< It's Zaxoth's b-day? Happy B-day Zaxoth, now go shoot a mexican festive candy holder with some BBs.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 10:57 am
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 7:33 pm
I'm a little late in checking up here. >.> But thanks, nonetheless.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 6:04 pm
Gaia? Near my home? SWEET!
I intend to be at Otakon when Gaia is there. Anybody else goin'?
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 5:27 pm
Nope... I'm in Britian. I am going to go to Amecon though... i there are any tickets left now that I have moneys...
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 2:06 am
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Aerith Gast Gainsborough Captain
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 4:53 am
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 12:44 am
Wow, nearly 200 petfoods recalled? That's insane.
Pet parents? That's very silly...
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 1:36 pm
just because I'm bored...
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