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Saturday, March 6th, 2010
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4:17 pm - INDEX
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| Thursday, November 2nd, 2006
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10:57 pm - admin - FYI
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The last two parts posted were Wrong. They have now been taken down, and I am continuing from the end of the duel as if they never happened.
Have a nice day.
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Did you stand?
3 stood.
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| Wednesday, September 14th, 2005
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9:31 pm - story - II - Ashes of Alexandria
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They had not seen, for ages, such beautiful gifts in Delphi
as these that had been sent by the two brothers,
the rival Ptolemaic kings. After they had received them
however, the priests were uneasy about the oracle. They will need
all their experience to compose it with astuteness,
which of the two, which of such two will be displeased.
And they hold secret councils at night
and discuss the family affairs of the Lagidae.
But see, the envoys have returned. They are bidding farewell.
They are returning to Alexandria, they say. And they do not ask
for any oracle. And the priests hear this with joy
(of course they will keep the marvellous gifts),
but they also are utterly perplexed,
not understanding what this sudden indifference means.
For they are unaware that yesterday the envoys received grave news.
The oracle was given in Rome; the division took place there.
- Constantine P Cavafy , "Envoys from Alexandria"
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Did you stand?
1 stood.
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| Saturday, September 25th, 2004
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1:00 am - Story - Part I - Ruins of Byzantium
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THAT is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
- William Butler Yeats, "Sailing to Byzantium"
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Did you stand?
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| Sunday, January 25th, 2004
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9:37 am - admin - public post
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This is a journal for the work-in-progress Relaetir chi Elovier: The Eagle's Phoenix, by M.A. Temple (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) youraugustine). It is a work of fantasy, part of her Wind of Ashes story-arc, unrated but probably dancing somewhere up in the Restricted level in parts. It is written in NaNoWriMo-style, though not timelimit. Access is granted on request. The author's other journals are:
youraugustine - Personal, friendslocked
unearnedluck - fiction-journal, for Is'cer: A Game of Reversals, the first chronologically of this arc.
merkas_folly - fiction-journal, for Sintai Aresthe: The Severing War, following Is'cer chronologically
kind_emptyness - fiction-journal, for shorts comprising Byzantine Songbird, following Sintai Aresthe chronologically
boureeinaminor - fiction-journal, for Severe, which both preceeds and is concurrent with this journal (in hiatus)
ovinra - fiction-journal, for bits and pieces which do not belong in the cohesive-story journals, of all worlds including this one
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2 stood.
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