Title:Â Basking in Starlight
Fandom:Â N/A
Characters:Â N/A
Rating: G-
Warnings:Â Schmoopy and angsty
Notes:Â Ars(e) Poetica #23. November 5, 2001. Original commentary: "for someone here, who knows who he is." This one is for Starrynight… who married and then divorced the girl of his dreams.
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Title:Â Indecision — the Meta-Sonnet
Fandom:Â N/A
Characters:Â N/A
Rating: T
Warnings:Â Mild expletives
Notes:Â Ars(e) Poetica #22. November 5, 2001. Self-referential poetry at its least subtle. I was pretending that changing the gender refs would make it sneaky. I fooled no one, not even myself.
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Title:Â The Swank Tiger
Fandom:Â N/A
Characters:Â N/A
Rating: G-
Warnings:Â None
Notes:Â Ars(e) Poetica, #21. June 16, 2000. These are NOT going up in order, they're going up in the order I find them. This one's for Emory Swank… Wherever you are, I'm still waiting.
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Title: Gorey the Ghastly: an apocryphal tale
Characters: None
Rating: G-
Warnings: None
Notes:Written upon hearing of the death of Edward Gorey, back in 2000. The world lost a brilliant man, that day.
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Title:Â An Ode to Ume-kun
Fandom:Â N/A
Characters:Â N/A
Rating: G-
Warnings:Â Nerd love
Notes:Â This is the *actual* sonnet #20, which I guess I missed, throwing off my bloody numbering at some point. All I know for sure is that it was written in 1999, probably the summer. I'm going to call it August, because that sounds familiar.
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Title:Â Contrition of the Shallow
Fandom:Â N/A
Characters:Â N/A
Rating: G-
Warnings:Â Bad manners.
Notes:Â Ars(e) Poetica #19. May 23, 1999. For NextX, I think.
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Title:Â Errant Soliloquy
Fandom:Â N/A
Characters:Â N/A
Rating: G-
Warnings:Â Sappy. So sappy, I'm surprised it hasn't turned to amber.
Notes:Â Ars(e) Poetica #18. October 20, 1998. This one's for the mysterious Robin, who slips in and out of my tales.
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Title:Â Daemon's Theatre
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Characters:Â N/A
Rating: G-
Warnings:Â Mad-crazy theatre superstitions.
Notes:Â Ars(e) Poetica #17. May/June 1998. 14-17 are numbered but not dated. By the content and numbers, I can place them approximately, but I make no claims to the accuracy of the dates. Calling it June 2, for my sanity.
Another true story, sadly… You couldn't flush the toilet backstage without it being heard in the house, and the stage managers kept bitching people for not flushing the toilet (not flushing during a show is policy), so we got locked out of the bathrooms for the entire run of the show, and had to use the audience restrooms in the hall. *shakes fist angrily*
Also, I don't know if it's as prevalent as it once was, but the theatres I was familiar with were horrendously superstitious places. You couldn't say "Macbeth" backstage for any reason; instead one said "MacScottishPlay" so as not to piss off the daemons in the lofts, who were the beasts that controlled the success or failure of a show.
I miss those days, at those times…
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Title:Â Run for the Money…
Fandom:Â N/A
Characters:Â N/A
Rating: G-
Warnings:Â Author is a pretty pretty princess.
Notes:Â Ars(e) Poetica #16. May/June 1998. 14-17 are numbered but not dated. By the content and numbers, I can place them approximately, but I make no claims to the accuracy of the dates. Calling it June 2, for my sanity.
This one was written about an actual experience I had, working backstage in the theatre department. The "head" in line 6 is the head of Costume for that show, which, looking back, I believe to have been Getting Away With Murder.
Some years later, I acquired that dress, when a totally other theatre shut down. And damn, do I look good in drag.
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Title:Â Ode to a Grape: An Exercise in Absurdity
Fandom:Â N/A
Characters:Â N/A
Rating: G-
Warnings:Â Crack. Fruitsalad.
Notes:Â Ars(e) Poetica #15. May/June 1998. 14-17 are numbered but not dated. By the content and numbers, I can place them approximately, but I make no claims to the accuracy of the dates. I'm calling it June 2, for my sanity's sake.
This was written while I was having lunch in a pancake house that has long since been bulldozed to make way for a pharmacy.
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