Tomorrow is April 17th — it must be time for International Haiku Day! Pens, pencils, notepads and screens at the ready. Flex your fingers -shake ’em out! Show the world what you have, seventeen syllables at a time.
Might even do some warm ups today, just to be ready.
A fabulous time was had by all. Neil Gaiman came out and introduced the first episode and said it was odd because at most screenings he’s not there and they show a clip of him apologizing for not being there and apologizing for all the blood. After a few minutes he ended with, and sorry about all the blood.
It was quite the tour de force, episode one. The audience gasped and cringed and laughed in all the right places.
Then there was a fifteen minute or so intermission and Neil and Bryan took the stagee to talk about how it all came to be and they had a stack of questions submitted by the audience. Alas they didn’t answer my question but that was good because the other questions were more on topic (except for the ‘it’s my girlfriend’s birthday, so Neil could you wish Stacey a happy birthday?’ which he did) and a lot more interesting.
Only felt lost for a few minutes but I think I was ok and once I got the maps thing going I was back on track right away so if I was lost it was easier than what I thought it should have been.
[Arwen] took a white gem like a star that lay upon her breast hanging on a silver chain, and she set the chain about Frodo’s neck. “When the memory of the fear and the darkness troubles you,” she said, “this will bring you aid.” — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
Nature forgiven
in an april afternoon
look – the daffodils!The wind plays with them,
the daffodils brought today
in April’s madness.Warm yellows cool greens
generations of leaf brown
today, daffodils.
What happens when you look at the morning sky and wish you could paint a blueness just like that.
Dark deep endless
the sky last night filled
with stars and planets and myth
This morning, a blue bowl –
a perfectly executed wash
saturated zenith fading
subtly down to the horizon
where the hunter hides
in the shade, cooling his dogs
and himself until night returns.
The most important thing in science is not so much to obtain new facts as to discover new ways of thinking about them.
