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Come winter, destroyer

Posted on: Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Mood: After work-y
Music: Opeth-By the Pain I See in Others


Hi Internets!  I don’t know about where you live, but it is the freezing here in Colorado…literally…like it might snow tonight, freezing.  And I couldn’t be happier.  I’ve mentioned before that I love autumn.  I like winter too (unless it has outstayed its welcome) and something tells me we’re due for a nice, long, junior Ice Age freezup here in the northern Americas.

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It's "Autumn Leaves" by John Everett Millais! I know, it's a bit on the nose, but what is the story with the girls and the leaves? I'm pretty sure they've hidden a freshly butchered corpse in there.

To celebrate the dawn of the northern death cycle, I’ve been listening to loads of grim, frigid metal (mostly Opeth, Katatonia, Lifelover, and Liturgy), and reading dour poetry.  To wit:

1.
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,
The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,
And the Year
On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,
Is lying.
Come, Months, come away,
From November to May,
In your saddest array;
Follow the bier
Of the dead cold Year,
And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.

2.
The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,
The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knelling
For the Year;
The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
To his dwelling;
Come, Months, come away;
Put on white, black, and gray;
Let your light sisters play–
Ye, follow the bier
Of the dead cold Year,
And make her grave green with tear on tear.

Autumn: A Dirge by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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MY Sorrow, when she’s here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.
Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She’s glad the birds are gone away,
She’s glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist.
The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.

My November Guest by Robert Frost

Other than loving the cold weather and building a proper wicker man with the kitty, things have been quiet and nice.  Last week’s trip to Washington D.C. was lovely, amazing, fun, and draining.  I have a whole lot to say about that trip, but haven’t found the time or motivation to properly bloggy up the stories.   That’s been a theme of late–I’m long on ideas and short on time and motivation.

Oh, and my annual review is tomorrow and I’m kind of excited about it.  It’s hard to believe that I came out to my boss six months ago at my mid-year review.  Hopefully, this one will be more drama free.

So anyway, this is me, checking in, reminding you to love fall, read poetry, and listen to more black metal.

Do you have any dour, autumnal poetry or lyrics you’d like to share?  How do you get ready for the best season of the year?  Which Halloween costume did you decide on?  Why haven’t you picked out a costume yet?!

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9 Responses to "Come winter, destroyer"

Oh I love cold weather, and we’re just turning the corner into Spring here. I wish I lived where it snowed!

Good luck at the review. Tell your boss you’ve become a furry and you will be wearing a beaver costume to work, just to see what he does. It’ll be fun.

That’s funny, I thought of something similar when I went into the meeting…it’s hard to believe it’s been about six months since I came out to him. The first thing he said was, “So, before we get started, do you have any more shocking revelations?” I told him that that would prolly be the last and most shocking thing I’d bring up in an annual review meeting. The good news is that I have carte blanche when it comes to shocking news since everything else pales in comparison.

The review went really well. I’m getting promoted to the next pay grade just as soon as they remove the hiring/promotion freeze. So, it’s kind of a hollow victory (the money helps), but at least I know that my boss loves me.

You’re not banned from traveling north, you know. I’ll vouch for you at the border.

That’s good news about work. Congratulations!

I’m about to borrow money to spend 35K on FFS so I can guarantee there are no traveling holidays to anywhere snowy in my foreseeable future.

Yes, autumn is the bestest season! I’m so glad the reviews went well. Poetry, eh? It’s more prose, but Kerouac:

I totally don’t have any costume picked out yet. Suggestions?
Must devise crazy cross-contry road trip hijinks to ensue…

Yay Kerouac! Thanks for that, Becca. I think you should do sexy school teacher or sexy pirate. I thought of going as Princess Leia (original, white dress). Yes, come out here and we’ll trick or treat on Colfax!

oooh, sexy pirate teacher! She’ll discipline you to learn pirate literature. “ARRRRRRR, these be the times that try scurvy dog’s souls…”

omg, you are sooo funny! she could give aargh/aye quizzes and most of her math problems would involve parrots, rum, and doubloons.

so, that’s good, but why stop there? let’s mash up all of the halloween costumes into a sexy pirate teacher nurse princess leia amelia earhart chewbacca ninja geisha queen elizabeth hula girl nun! ok, maybe just four of those.

I normally re-read Ray Bradbury’s The October Country along about now. The preface is kind of a poem, I guess.

“The October Country

“…that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. The country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on empty walks sound like rain…”

Anyway, summer is lingering a bit here, thought the nights have a snap of autumn now, which I love. Apple season is upon us, which I also love. And Halloween is coming.

You build a big wicker statue, too? Awesome. I normally take some hot pads out into the woods with me. Human bones hold a lot of heat, and they help me get them interred by sunrise.

I was thinking of dressing in the Jackie-O version of Dr. Girlfriend from the Venture Brothers on Halloween this year. I’ll probably have to make the outfit because I can’t find suitable elements. Ah well. I’ll have fun. The voice should be easy. Hah!

I thank you for your literary contribution! I am an autumn person who thinks mostly autumn thoughts.

Yeah, it got warm again as soon as I posted that, but it’s been a nice, Indian summer kind of warm. The apples are nice too, I bought $1/pound organic gala apples last week.

I try to build a proper wicker man, but it’s so hard to find enough criminals and evil peasants to stuff it with. That’s a good idea about the hotpads 🙂

And finally, Dr. Girlfriend is genius! If I’m dating a tall guy by then, I’m going to make him go as Dr. Orpheus and I’ll be Triana.

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