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Starsong


Reader of stars, teller of tales. Secretly a bat, or something.

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  • 495 weeks
    A new story on its way

    Submitted a new story this morning. I know for a lot of people following me, this might not be their cup of hot cider.

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  • 498 weeks
    On Storytelling


    (Source)


    Good advice for anyone on here, and also how I feel about the MLP comic's recent conclusion.

    So my last story is still in post-production but it is a multimedia experience as well as a collaboration and it will be done when it is done.

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  • 502 weeks
    Ping

    Like the melodic chirrup of a bat, I break the silence to sound out where all of my friends and followers are. Ahm.

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  • 503 weeks
    Next Story Drafted & Some Craft Talk (11 Rules for Writing Stories)

    First bit of business is that in spite of my alarming radio silence aside from the occasional jib post, I've been hard at work on my next story! And studying. But mostly.. uh, mostly studying. I'll be a little more proactive after my examination, which incidentally is a full day of testing that starts about 2 hours after the season finale airs. Hurrah?

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  • 504 weeks
    (From THE SONNETS TO ORPHEUS)

    I, 2

    And it was almost a girl who, stepping from
    this single harmony of song and lyre,
    appeared to me through her diaphonous form
    and made herself a bed inside my ear.

    And slept in me. Her sleep was everything:
    the awesome trees, the distances I had felt
    so deeply that I could touch them, meadows in spring:
    all wonders that had ever seized my heart.

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Jan
25th
2013

(From THE SONNETS TO ORPHEUS) · 1:17pm Jan 25th, 2013

I, 2

And it was almost a girl who, stepping from
this single harmony of song and lyre,
appeared to me through her diaphonous form
and made herself a bed inside my ear.

And slept in me. Her sleep was everything:
the awesome trees, the distances I had felt
so deeply that I could touch them, meadows in spring:
all wonders that had ever seized my heart.

She slept the world. Singing god, how was that first
sleep so perfect that she had no desire
ever to wake? See: she arose and slept.

Where is her death now? Ah, will you discover
this theme before your song consumes itself?--
Where is she vanishing? ... A girl, almost ....

-Rainer Maria Rilke




so uh..... so do you people like it if I put in poetry I stumble across?

My studying continues as thus... but I should have a short ready to go soon, and a bit more to follow.

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