Long day. Here's some stuff, and a story.
Sep. 23rd, 2005 02:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Trickster dreams, all last night. Finished Anansi Boys, today. Raven mood, all day.
Darkest of the Hillside Thickets - [Diggin' Up The World]--- My baby sister is overwhelmed, and depressed. Away from home, school work piling up. She's throwing herself into it, too much; hurting herself. She's going to get burned out, if she's not careful. A part of me says that it's not possible, even as i type it. Other parts of me aren't so sure. She's my sister, and i worry.
Loreena McKennitt - [The Dark Night of the Soul]--- My father has to travel, out of the county, and doesn't know when he'll be back, or... any of the time logistics, really. I called him, to talk about it, and his phone died, about 45 seconds into our conversation. I'll try him at work, tomorrow.
Here's a story, not many people know:
Wolf and Raven decided to have a child, one day, and so they did. Wolf-- being the king of gentle death, and the queen of the silent, snow-covered night-- and Raven-- being the creator of the world and the king of all stories and tricks (though spider would have something to say about that), as well as the queen of the battlefield, after-- understood that their child would have a strange place, in the world, full of perches, consultations, stories, and songs. The knew that it would be good. Or, at the very least, not boring.
Their child was made, and they left it to find its way in the world, and find its way, it did. It met gods, and men, and things that were not quite gods, and were not quite men, and it tried to be friends with them all. (Tori Amos - [Original Sinsuality]). This did not always work out, well. Many people did not trust Raven's child not to trick them, and were afraid of what its presence meant for their worlds. Many were afraid of Wolf's child, for they did not welcome the thoughts of their own deaths, and were mistrustful of the soft padding, and the smell of snow, brought with it.
Tori Amos - [Northern Lad])--- But the child persisted. It found families, and friends. It found comrades, and constituents. Where it found none of these, it did its best not to find enemies, though some tried. The child had a talent for acknowledging things, while ignoring them, at the same time. It took what was not given, and gave what was not asked. Never with ill-will, or good intentions, rather because, sometimes, things had to be moved around, to keep things balanced. Or, at the very least, to keep them from being boring.
The child of Wolf and Raven enjoyed music, very much. (Panacea - [Lowtek (Intro)]). One day, it went to the king of all music, and asked about the songs people sung, and the notes that created the world. It learned how to hear the vibrations, like gigantic, tiny crystal glasses, filled with nothing, being played, very slowly, and very fast. It learned how to pull these together, to make things happen, and to reorder everything that was, and would be, and to add to it from things that would not, and should not be. Every person it met had a tune to be played, and it spent some time, trying to play them, for them... That was almost always a mistake. If he cared for them, anyway.
The child of Raven and Wolf searched, for a long time, for the understanding of the understanding that it had been shown. Soon it realised that the notes had to play themselves, if they were to be properly played, at all. They had to play themselves. The child, by its nature, would order them, in harmony, sometimes, and disharmony, other times. And it knew that this would be good. Or that, at least, it would not be boring.
Veruca Salt - [Victrola]--- The child of Wolf and Raven still wonders, sometimes, where his parents have gone. Then it remembers, and continues to listen, as the music of its life, its friends, and family, collected through the years, and the existence it has woven, and folded, around itself. Sometimes the child thinks it can hear a cresendo, or coda, building.
The Art of Noise - [Who's Afraid (Of the Art of Noise)]--- But then the notes come back, and the music plays on.
I'm going to bed.
Darkest of the Hillside Thickets - [Diggin' Up The World]--- My baby sister is overwhelmed, and depressed. Away from home, school work piling up. She's throwing herself into it, too much; hurting herself. She's going to get burned out, if she's not careful. A part of me says that it's not possible, even as i type it. Other parts of me aren't so sure. She's my sister, and i worry.
Loreena McKennitt - [The Dark Night of the Soul]--- My father has to travel, out of the county, and doesn't know when he'll be back, or... any of the time logistics, really. I called him, to talk about it, and his phone died, about 45 seconds into our conversation. I'll try him at work, tomorrow.
Here's a story, not many people know:
Wolf and Raven decided to have a child, one day, and so they did. Wolf-- being the king of gentle death, and the queen of the silent, snow-covered night-- and Raven-- being the creator of the world and the king of all stories and tricks (though spider would have something to say about that), as well as the queen of the battlefield, after-- understood that their child would have a strange place, in the world, full of perches, consultations, stories, and songs. The knew that it would be good. Or, at the very least, not boring.
Their child was made, and they left it to find its way in the world, and find its way, it did. It met gods, and men, and things that were not quite gods, and were not quite men, and it tried to be friends with them all. (Tori Amos - [Original Sinsuality]). This did not always work out, well. Many people did not trust Raven's child not to trick them, and were afraid of what its presence meant for their worlds. Many were afraid of Wolf's child, for they did not welcome the thoughts of their own deaths, and were mistrustful of the soft padding, and the smell of snow, brought with it.
Tori Amos - [Northern Lad])--- But the child persisted. It found families, and friends. It found comrades, and constituents. Where it found none of these, it did its best not to find enemies, though some tried. The child had a talent for acknowledging things, while ignoring them, at the same time. It took what was not given, and gave what was not asked. Never with ill-will, or good intentions, rather because, sometimes, things had to be moved around, to keep things balanced. Or, at the very least, to keep them from being boring.
The child of Wolf and Raven enjoyed music, very much. (Panacea - [Lowtek (Intro)]). One day, it went to the king of all music, and asked about the songs people sung, and the notes that created the world. It learned how to hear the vibrations, like gigantic, tiny crystal glasses, filled with nothing, being played, very slowly, and very fast. It learned how to pull these together, to make things happen, and to reorder everything that was, and would be, and to add to it from things that would not, and should not be. Every person it met had a tune to be played, and it spent some time, trying to play them, for them... That was almost always a mistake. If he cared for them, anyway.
The child of Raven and Wolf searched, for a long time, for the understanding of the understanding that it had been shown. Soon it realised that the notes had to play themselves, if they were to be properly played, at all. They had to play themselves. The child, by its nature, would order them, in harmony, sometimes, and disharmony, other times. And it knew that this would be good. Or that, at least, it would not be boring.
Veruca Salt - [Victrola]--- The child of Wolf and Raven still wonders, sometimes, where his parents have gone. Then it remembers, and continues to listen, as the music of its life, its friends, and family, collected through the years, and the existence it has woven, and folded, around itself. Sometimes the child thinks it can hear a cresendo, or coda, building.
The Art of Noise - [Who's Afraid (Of the Art of Noise)]--- But then the notes come back, and the music plays on.
I'm going to bed.
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Date: 2005-09-23 02:11 pm (UTC)Listen to the song, love, and don't will that coda too soon. You'll-hell, we'll -be there when it gets here, and it will come when it comes.
As for the song itself...Show me?
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And yes.