madness, pre-midnight

[helenic]

For the past few days I have felt strangely dislocated, as if I were on a bewildering cocktail of drugs. It is only severe sleep-deprivation, I think, but I am not tired, only distant, anxious in an empty, out-of-focus way. Today I sat down to read while I drank a cup of tea and looked up again to find it was three hours later. I wanted to continue reading but felt a sort of emotional sickness at the idea, put the book down and stared at a point on my coffee table, trying to assemble my thoughts. I could not work, that was out of the question. I picked up a tin whistle and played Salley Gardens, plaintive and halting, and was shocked by how loud the notes sounded in the strange silence produced by the constant, unregistered whir of the computer fan.

In the end I walked over to the boys' house, hoping that Iain would be in, rehearsing what I was going to say as I padded, hands shoved in pockets, across the paddock in the cold dark. He wasn't there and I chatted to his mates instead, conducted a mission to retrieve chunky milk from the fridge, laughed in genuine amusement. Stepped outside again into the star-encrusted night with my emotions temporarily in place; cheered only superficially, but enough.

It’s an odd addiction, reading. A strange, cruel sort of pleasure that leaves you stranded, afterwards, disorientated, blinking in the sudden and unwanted light of reality. Dazed, like the calm after a storm, but with nameless things still raging inside, unvoiced. Reading for protracted lengths of time is a self-indulgent, guilty pleasure; like an orgasm, shivering internally with bursts of surprise and delight but outwardly showing nothing. A petit mort, a temporary losing of the self. It is a vice, I’m sure of it. A sin. I am anxious, now, afraid to pick up the book in case I lose time again, but I cannot resist. I go under for too long, testing fate, staying in the beautiful, mysterious deeps for as long as I can bear it before rising again to the surface and taking great, desperate gulps of air.

I cannot stay in that place forever. But having glimpsed it once, I feel at times like these that I will nowhere else know that same piercing clarity of happiness.

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[maga-dogg.livejournal.com]

Sigh. Know what ya mean. I've been reading The Twelve Caesars; immersive, easy, eats big chunks of time. (Also, makes one think a great deal less of I, Claudius).

As Terry Pratchett put it, escapism is great as long as you're escaping to rather than from.

We should do something this week. How's Thursday?

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[libellum.livejournal.com]

Ooh, I shall have to look it up. That's if it's not really weird reading about the Caesars after this essay on Diocletius and Justinian. Odd thing about history, you can travel forwards and backwards in time at will ...

I have a particular favourite Pratchett quote on escapism, I'm just trying to remember it ... it's from Hogfather, something like "Humanity needs escapism to be human; to be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape". Always liked that.

Thursday is cool. I have a spvn at 4 but any time before that is good. Although I think it would be nicer to go to the arts cinema sometime - say Friday evening? There's bound to be something good on. Then afterwards we can go to CB2 or something and drink coffee and smoke and talk about the film in uber-pretentious ways.

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[maga-dogg.livejournal.com]

You don't know Twelve Caesars? It's the primary source for Roman naughtiness!

Thursday's good, Friday's not. I have to go home and see my shrink. But we utterly must do that sometime.

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[libellum.livejournal.com]

yeah. thurs isn't great for me - formal and rocky horror in evening, and two supervisions in the afternoon. soon though.

[verte.livejournal.com]

Beautiful post. I'm keeping it, and that's all there is to say. :)

(except apologies for being an utter knob when you were in a bit of a state earlier.)

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[libellum.livejournal.com]

I'm seriously flattered. Have discovered new way to avoid self-consciousness: scribble stuff in Word pretending I'm never going to show anyone, or just shove it into some fiction in a year or two, and then post it to lj on impulse. I've found myself fictionalising things recently - like, writing down things that happened which interested me but changing them to make them better stories. Although my current attempt at fiction is failing dismally - I have the characters down pat but too many of them, and don't know which ones to axe...

really like the new bio on your userinfo, by the way. rah.

(hush, you weren't a knob. Sorry I was so brusque is all, but perhaps this explains it a bit? I'm still shatteringly tired.)

xxx

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[verte.livejournal.com]

I always did that, but recently just haven't cared less. As we are both adept at the fictionalising (as you put it) anyway, perhaps it doesn't make much difference...

Concentrate less on characters and more on aim. Then, I'm sure, the characters in need of axing will be beheaded.

Bio is not complete. There are a couple of things needing adding, but yes, I'm pleased with it. How do you do the Trademark sign?

And don't apologise for being brusque. Brusque is what I need, completely, with regard to that. I've decided that every time I feel temptation of that sort you need to say NOOOOOOO in a similarly brusque way. I can't sleep and have to be up in about five hours for a seminar on Eirik the Red. Yippeeee. xxxxx

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[libellum.livejournal.com]

yeah, it's like, I'm writing something down and then I look at it and realise I can't possibly post it in lj because it isn't true. I don't think I "fictionalise" things in livejournal - in fact I'm quite careful not to. It's very easy to write a sentence sometimes which sounds good and makes a profound point and then you look at it and realise it's just not true. I love lj, but sometimes I think it's killing my writing style. Like when I read Margaret Atwoods and think they read like a livejournal; a very well-written, introspective livejournal. My problem these days isn't in writing prose, it's writing dialogue, and anything longer than three paragraphs ...

Actually my real fiction is going okay, although I think the idea is too basic and don't want to start "padding it out" with sub plots 'cause that's just stupid. The character problem is more in the porn. Porn! I'm determined to write very good intelligent porn, you see, with plot and things. I've seen it done. it's a lesbian thing and all these women were appearing to seduce or be seduced by her and they're all amazing, different women and there's no way I can have all of them. Maybe I should split it into two seperate stories. Aaaaanyway. It's just occurred to me quite how ridiculous this is.

I'm having the opposite problem with temptation at the moment. Why can't I get the same temptation there was with C, now there's no reason I shouldn't do it? Ali suggested yesterday maybe the whole temptation lay in the forbiddenness of it. Gahhhh. Just my luck: as soon as I'm single I lose, not my sex drive, but the capacity to fancy ANYONE. it's not fair! still, I'm seeing Ll again and I'm hoping he'll change my mind... he sent me a very keen email yesterday. opportunity not to be missed, I feel. xxxxx

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[libellum.livejournal.com]

ps: & trade ;

without spaces, obviously :)

[karajanks.livejournal.com]

"Stepped outside again into the star-encrusted night with my emotions temporarily in place; cheered only superficially, but enough."

Just want to express my appreciation for this particular sentence. I love how you string your words.

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[libellum.livejournal.com]

thankyou, that's really nice to hear :)

expect post! x

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[karajanks.livejournal.com]

I got the letter this morning, and read it over a cup of tea during my lunch break. Thank you tons! I'll reply soon. . .

[uisgebeatha.livejournal.com]

I think you write beautifully. Real food for thought. Keep it up! :)

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[libellum.livejournal.com]

thankyou :)

[ansia.livejournal.com]

reading this again, not that it isn't italicised, really changes the way i've taken it in. but i can't quite put my finger on how it has. it's still beautifully written... and sad. hm.

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[libellum.livejournal.com]

did it affect you more when it was italicised? I'm not sure when I changed my mind. At first I posted it in italics to express distance - this isn't what I'm really saying, it's more like I'm quoting it - but then I read it over and thought it looked pretentious. So I changed it. Weird what a difference it can make. Like people who use small fonts - totally different mood.

[ansia.livejournal.com]

i didn't think it looked pretentious, i think you are right about expressing distance. i interpret italics to mean quotes, to show that this was written prior perhaps or that original mood in the entry has shifted since with the writer in person. i preferred it in italics though, it gave it a different meaning i guess. presentation makes a difference which is strange... i blockquote and justify my entries because i cannot stand them any other way.

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[libellum.livejournal.com]

yes, I justify mine. essays too. should I italicise it again then? feel kind of stupid now. Hmm. I'll just leave it, I think.

to show that this was written prior perhaps or that original mood in the entry has shifted since with the writer in person.

this is very perceptive... I know exactly what you mean, I just couldn't put it into words.