Wohba! x 2

So Myst IV: Revelation has gone gold...and it's being released in a matter of weeks. Sept. 21 seems to be the most common date given (but nothing's set in stone).

I am thrilled beyond words. Listen, even after three years and countless viewings the Exile E3 trailer still has the power to give me shivers.

I'm also scared to go to the official site, because spoilers are the bane of my existence. I guess I'll live at MYSTerium.ch and MYSTcommunity instead.

In honor of the occasion: my newest icon.

Wohba! x 2

So Myst IV: Revelation has gone gold...and it's being released in a matter of weeks. Sept. 21 seems to be the most common date given (but nothing's set in stone).

I am thrilled beyond words. Listen, even after three years and countless viewings the Exile E3 trailer still has the power to give me shivers.

I'm also scared to go to the official site, because spoilers are the bane of my existence. I guess I'll live at MYSTerium.ch and MYSTcommunity instead.

In honor of the occasion: my newest icon.

The only bit of poetry you'll see on this LJ, or, the plot of Iron Mask in iambic tetrameter.

I said I wouldn't put poetry on this LJ, because I was determined to push myself back into prose-writing mode after almost a decade of doing nearly nothing but poetry.

But this is unfinished poetry. And I wrote it years before I started this LJ...five years before, actually. I'd almost forgotten about it; I stumbled across it yesterday while clearing my files.

I was deeply into The Man in the Iron Mask--the 1998 movie version that is--for a good part of that year. It wasn't the world's greatest movie to be sure, playing fast and loose with its literary sources and allowing its Sun King to speak with a 20th-century California accent, but it was definitely something of a guilty pleasure. Three gentlemen named Irons, Depardieu, and Byrne had quite a lot to do with that.

As far as I can tell I wrote this back in mid-1998, in the gap between the movie leaving the theaters and its release on video. As such, the poem faltered when I (after my only viewing) couldn't remember exactly how the rest of the plot went. By the time the video came out, I had quite lost the heart, and there it's sat to this day.

It was, really, more or less a writing exercise: to relate the entire plot of the movie in iambic tetrameter ABAB. I had a lot of fun doing it, right up until the point where I couldn't remember how the next bit went.

Even unfinished, it's still the longest poem I've ever written, at 145 lines. I figure I was maybe about 60% of the way through.

I doubt it'll ever see the light of day anywhere else, so here it is on my LJ. There are a few lines I'm not happy with, but I'm not touching it up any more.

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The only bit of poetry you'll see on this LJ, or, the plot of Iron Mask in iambic tetrameter.

I said I wouldn't put poetry on this LJ, because I was determined to push myself back into prose-writing mode after almost a decade of doing nearly nothing but poetry.

But this is unfinished poetry. And I wrote it years before I started this LJ...five years before, actually. I'd almost forgotten about it; I stumbled across it yesterday while clearing my files.

I was deeply into The Man in the Iron Mask--the 1998 movie version that is--for a good part of that year. It wasn't the world's greatest movie to be sure, playing fast and loose with its literary sources and allowing its Sun King to speak with a 20th-century California accent, but it was definitely something of a guilty pleasure. Three gentlemen named Irons, Depardieu, and Byrne had quite a lot to do with that.

As far as I can tell I wrote this back in mid-1998, in the gap between the movie leaving the theaters and its release on video. As such, the poem faltered when I (after my only viewing) couldn't remember exactly how the rest of the plot went. By the time the video came out, I had quite lost the heart, and there it's sat to this day.

It was, really, more or less a writing exercise: to relate the entire plot of the movie in iambic tetrameter ABAB. I had a lot of fun doing it, right up until the point where I couldn't remember how the next bit went.

Even unfinished, it's still the longest poem I've ever written, at 145 lines. I figure I was maybe about 60% of the way through.

I doubt it'll ever see the light of day anywhere else, so here it is on my LJ. There are a few lines I'm not happy with, but I'm not touching it up any more.

( Read more... )