Armed with the eyesight of slender wasps,
sucking at the earth’s axis, the earth’s axis,
I feel everything that ever happened to me,
And I memorize it, but it’s all in vain.
I don’t draw and I don’t sing,
and I don’t play the violin with a black-voiced bow.
I drive my sting only into life, and love
to envy the powerful, cunning wasps.
Oh, if I could be compelled
by the sting of the air and the summer warmth
to pass through the worlds of dream and death,
to sense the earth’s axis, the earth’s axis…
“Eyesight of Wasps” by Osip Mandelstam, translated from Russian by Richard & Elizabeth McKane.
Peeta’s hijacking, anyone?
Oh, I have a request! How about Peeta talking to Katniss's pregnant belly?
I did a (lackluster!) color version, but I can’t decide if it’s better or worse:
Hello, lovelies. I haven’t been too active as of late, and I wanted to explain why. My current job is in the wedding/formal events business, so I am now firmly in the height of our busy season (March - October, but especially April - June). I’ll be working a lot of overtime for a couple of months(and recharging with naps in my free time), and I’m afraid this blog is going to suffer from it for a little while. :\
I’m going to try and keep working on side projects(at a snail’s pace) and I’ve been assembling a queue of slightly interesting tidbits for just this purpose, but it’s not going to be terribly frequent, so I just wanted to acknowledge that fact. I’m really excited for when it’s over, because there are so many things I want to write/draw/make, and I’m eager to get to them!
And for amusement’s sake, my workplace currently looks like this. (From Safety Last, a Harold Lloyd silent masterpiece - the pertinent scene goes from where I linked to 30:19, roughly three minutes). ;D