http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:small-hope&section=today deviantART RSS for by:small-hope en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Tue, 22 Dec 2009 08:34:14 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/29032764/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/29032764/ Sat, 19 Dec 2009 04:50:17 PST PLEASE. HELP. ME.

I'll write the lyrics I have - try finishing, or writing stream of consciousness for it. Whatever really. And if I use it, I'll credit you.

"Let us fly like a flightless bird,
Let us soar unto skies unheard,
And pull the wings and eyes,
Off those that we despise,
In the night..."

Thanks,

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/28957032/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/28957032/ Tue, 15 Dec 2009 07:56:18 PST
I'm in love with this character from Ink. The blind Pathfinder and his antics. Almost makes the movie for me. If you haven't seen this film, worth a look. As is Mirrormask, The Crow, and Pan's Labyrinth. (And duh, The Labyrinth, while I'm at it)

That is all. I'm enjoying life. Although it's full of kerfuffle. Seeing my sister for the first time in a little while tomorrow. *exciting squirrel business*

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/28915015/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/28915015/ Sun, 13 Dec 2009 03:46:26 PST
I rather do not like it when I am playing piano for the first time in days, and having a rather lovely time I might add, and someone puts on the blaring radio in the next room.

I really rather don't like it.

I really could kill children at this very moment. Younglings, too.

Yours with delicate anger.

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/28640971/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/28640971/ Sat, 28 Nov 2009 23:05:32 PST
- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/28511317/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/28511317/ Sun, 22 Nov 2009 14:43:37 PST
Time for me to go on a brief holiday. I'll be back for sure this time. But for about a week I'm off for frivolity, games, intoxication (tsk tsk tsk) and a change of scene.

*expectant happy sigh*

See you soon my dears.

- S.H.

PS - isn't she nice?

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/28407110/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/28407110/ Tue, 17 Nov 2009 02:36:39 PST
Words that should be thrown around in casual conversation:

- syntax (eg. The syntax of your sentence sucked.)

- farcical (eg. The syntax of your sentence was farcical.)

- muffin (eg. The syntax of your sentence was farcical, much like this spinach muffin)

- juxtaposition (eg. The syntax of your sentence was farcical, much like the juxtaposition of this spinach muffin with a dolphin)

- disconcerting (eg. The syntax of your sentence was farcical, much like the juxtaposition of this muffin with a dolphin - disconcerting.)


With love, and goo,

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/28363947/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/28363947/ Sat, 14 Nov 2009 22:22:16 PST
It was a long cold winter without the warmth and vitality that Devart brings me, with it's gorgeous art and even more gorgeous people. I hassled it through - and come out on the other side pining for poetry and the world that made sense.

Life for me, is at a peak. Mainly due to the lovely balance I'm achieving (friends, lover, family and a to-do list).

Misssssed youuu...

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/24981670/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/24981670/ Wed, 27 May 2009 15:10:44 PDT Like th' other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.'


Something: [link]

- S.H.

PS Won't be properly back for a long time. Just dropping by.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/24578064/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/24578064/ Mon, 04 May 2009 04:54:11 PDT
Until then. Selamat Malam.

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/24473723/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/24473723/ Tue, 28 Apr 2009 01:25:41 PDT I am the Walrus done fairly well by an amusing character.

[link]

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/24387457/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/24387457/ Thu, 23 Apr 2009 00:58:31 PDT [link]

So You Think You Can Dance; 24888 Robert.
[link]

This guys in touch with his music. Talent 2008 Denmark
[link]

If you like adorable, watch this now, and that gland will explode. Connie.
[link]HpzrzJjDVc&feature=related

And of course, the only band that sounds better live than recorded.
Best of riffs; [link]
Funkiest bass; [link]zpGk44UXKQ
Hardest bass; [link]
Most expensive video clip; [link]gum6OT_VH8

With love and better goo than before.

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/24384854/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/24384854/ Wed, 22 Apr 2009 20:16:56 PDT
Life moves on, the weather chills, people are unplacatable unless they're me, the house is dead silent but echoing with my music in the same manner an empty stomach rumbles.

I'll be happy to be in warmth again, metaphorical warmth due to my lack of care towards my body at the moment.

I haven't been home alone in so long - hence the tentative explanation as to my own activites. Wow, I'm rubbish.

Enough!

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/24214842/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/24214842/ Mon, 13 Apr 2009 06:24:43 PDT
Briefly to say - having a ball. Very hot and humid. It rains and the temperature remains the same. I like it.

Missing home.

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/24172057/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/24172057/ Fri, 10 Apr 2009 20:28:23 PDT
See you all in ten days!

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/24070676/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/24070676/ Sun, 05 Apr 2009 07:22:23 PDT
This here's the song I'm learning at the moment. On piano and voicem entitled: I Hold Your Hand in Mine - Tom Lehrer

"I hold your hand in mine, dear,
I press it to my lips,
I take a healthy bite
From your dainty fingertips.

"My joy would be complete, love,
If you were only here!
But still I keep your hand,
As a precious souvenir.

"The night you died I cut it off,
I really don't know why.
For now each time I kiss it,
I get blood stains on my tie...

"I'm sorry now I killed you,
For our love was something fine.
And 'til they come to get me,
I shall hold your hand in mine."

Courtesy of Tom Lehrer, who lives eternal.

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/24043979/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/24043979/ Fri, 03 Apr 2009 16:26:43 PDT
Went to the last Scouts meeting of my troop last night. Realised as I was leaving just how sad that was. Also, halfway through Heather-Meg broke her leg whilst on the treasure hunt with one of the patrols. Now we know that the screaming we heard wasn't just Cathleen mucking around. I've never heard anything so pained, in hindsight.
Had a flour fight with the younger ones. Also taught 'frapping' again, which progressing into just hitting each other really hard with lengths of rope. The young boy who used to have (?) a crush on me has now developed into a healthy little creature.
And funniest yet...all those high-pitched little skinny things that I left when I got too old for Scouts...well, they're all about four inches taller than me and soud possessed because their voice hs broken. I feel partially proud of them, partially just amused.
I really have missed it, and I can't just close that chapter of my life. There's too much in there. Much nostalgia and want of tears now. Will relearn all skills learnt. Will try and keep in contact with small ones and ones my age. Don't care about the older ones, they're all corrupt and uninteresting.

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/23942194/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/23942194/ Sat, 28 Mar 2009 22:01:36 PDT Pygmalion: The sculptor who fell in love with his sculpture.

Pygmalion was a sculptor, an eligible bachelor of many many years, and often threw insult to the women of his community by refusing to show interest in their daughters. He spent all his time in his workshop, making beautiful statues and attending to his art. It was said that he lost his interest in women after seeing the Propoetides prostituting themselves. (They were made to do this as retribution for not paying correct homage to Venus/Aphrodite.)

Here the tale deviates with times. The 'original' myth went something like this:
Pygmalion carved out a statue, a beautiful figure. A stunning maiden that he put every effort into. Upon finishing this life-size beauty, he stood back, wiped the sweat from his brow and gazed upon her. He fell in love with this statue. Marvelling at her beauty and wanting her for himself so utterly that he bestowed gifts at her feet and pined for her piteously. Eventually Aphrodite/Venus took pity upon him and breathed life into the ivory figure. Pygmalion and the woman lived happily ever after.

Or:
The sculptor refused any offer of marriage that was taken to him. The mothers of women in the village he lived in grew ever bitter and angry with his refusal to take a wife and they prayed to Aphrodite/Venus for him to find love. The Goddess listened with a curious ear to their prayers, and eventually came to Pygmalion, appearing in his workshop.
"Why do you scorn so many maidens? Why do you not take a bride" she asked of him. He turned to her, and when he gained his composure before the Goddess of Beauty and Love he replied.
"None of them are good enough." He said. The Goddess was surprised.
"You are only a humble sculpture. You are neither rich nor poor. There are plenty of maidens, fair and young in the village that would suit you." She said. He continued.
"None will do, Goddess. None but you. For none of them have even the slightest of your beauty and grace." Aphrodite/Venus was flattered, but concealed it with pride.
"I am a Goddess. You shall not have me." She told him.
"Then let me sculpt you. Let me create an image of you."
To this she acquiesced and stood in the moonlight to let him sculpt her from a large life-size block. After only one night he told her he did not need her to linger with him, and that he knew her form from memory. This was true. He was skilled and the work was of fine quality, but gradually as he worked, a different element entered the cold material.
When he was done the statue was not of Aphrodite/Venus. It had become something else, a beautiful nymph-like creature and he fell in love with it secretly. The Goddess looked upon the finished work and her expression turned cold as she noted its beauty rivalled hers. She saw Pygmalion, and saw his love for the statue, and left.
Nights progressed and Pygmalion fell more and more deeply in longing for his statue. His pining made him ill and he became weak. After many nights he prayed hopelessly to Aphrodite/Venus to appear to him. She did, with cool anger.
"Please, make her real. Bring her to life." He begged, "I wish only to love her."
"You said that only I would do."she replied.
"You are a Goddess. Immortal and unchanging. I cannot have you, as you said, but her - her I could have. If only she were alive."
Aphrodite/Venus thought on this, then let Pygmalion have his request. She brought the statue to life.
In her spite, she made the statue - who named herself Galatea - hate Pygmalion. And she left him. Alone and without anything but his cold sculptures.

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/23841138/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/23841138/ Sun, 22 Mar 2009 22:31:44 PDT

Little known, fairly new to devart but not to the poetry realm. Not perfect, (who is) but has some ideas and imagery that makes for happy. Style is exploratory and honest, and deserves more reading and feedback. Check them out, leave some virtual footprints of contextual relativity.

My current favourite entitled 'Kiss': [link]
Mainly because of the simplicity and niceness. But 'Mark' is quite enjoyable.


All hopes and thoughts to those in need of much love and hugs. I'm home sick and so have all the time in the world to feel for others and respect their needs.

- Small Hope

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/23825270/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/23825270/ Sun, 22 Mar 2009 04:08:13 PDT
Mungkin saya akan menulis sedikit dalam bahasa inggris...kalau penting, saya akan.

Pada saat ini, semua hal sakit. Hidup yang Cinta sakit. Pikiraan sakit. Kerongkangan sakit sekali. Dan tentu saja saya lelah lagi.
Khawatir tentang sahabat saya.

Muse: [link] The only swearing they've ever done. (iya, sanggat penting sekali...)

- S.H.

PS I have tonsilitis again. It's just funny now.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/23774532/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/23774532/ Thu, 19 Mar 2009 03:53:08 PDT
Studying Translations (Friel) in classes, fairly interesting, still think we could be doing more productive things. Like ...more poetry. Or conduct massive debates over trivial points in texts. (which is what we do when he lets us get carried away, but everything's trivial in Translations thus far...)

Lots of work to do tonight but will hopefully pen some ideas - they've been echoing and I would lament their loss. An idle pen leaks ink.
Camera batteries don't function and therefore haven't been able to take the photos I've been wanting. Have had interesting ideas for character shots.
(My Shadowe, please don't ever take photos of me from the side)

Music: voice is ripped from teaching 50+ students the harmony to a hymn, at least they seem to learn it. Piano is slow and I don't have enough time for it. But it's lingering patiently in the background. Celtic Band performance was good, not great but fun.

Work: Drama's full on but easy. Everything else needs more work put in. So I'm off to do it now...

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/23583599/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/23583599/ Sat, 07 Mar 2009 22:55:40 PST
Could it be that after all that's occurred...I have finally discovered sanity and well-being once more? Despite the mild cold and cough, despite the still vehement workload, I feel...enlightened and elated. Relationships are intact once more, even if some are a little wrong-footed. Family is functioning again after the abrupt departure of a loved member.

I desire to know if this is the beginning once more...and if it is, then do I have permission to plough headlong into it?
"The suspense...it's killing me." - Harper, Angels in America

- S.H.

PS Watchmen is out! And I can't wait to see it!

PPS Curious? Click the Link: [link]

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/23283832/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/23283832/ Thu, 19 Feb 2009 06:08:12 PST
Underground Rogue: [link]
Excellent poet and writer, currently working (when possible) on the long awaited novel. Writes with great passion behind each character and persona, no frivolity.

Jensheron: [link]
Amazing painter, very emotional artwork that always moves me in one way or another. Many pieces bring about a great sense of completeness and peace to me, but I’m naive. Check it out for yourself.

Scarlettletters: [link]
Beautiful poet, writes both sensuously and sensually with vivid imagery. Quite different from the average complacent poet found this day and age.

Kindly drop in on them and have a meander through their work, leave some footprints. They're worth the time.
If you do so please leave a comment and let me know. Thankyou.

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/23228557/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/23228557/ Mon, 16 Feb 2009 05:13:22 PST I'm tired so I'm writing too much as usual - and complaining blatantly, the child in me cries - try and keep it short and sweet. No more deviations until I can think straight or feel right, one or th'tother.

I bid thee all a sweet night and fair morn.

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/23033346/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/23033346/ Fri, 06 Feb 2009 03:09:00 PST For Michael Longely

'As a child, they could not keep me from wells
And old pumps with buckets and windlasses.
I loved the dark drop, the trapped sky, the smells
Of waterweed, fungus and dank moss.


One, in a brickyard, with a rotted board top.
I savoured the rich crash when a bucket
Plummeted down at the end of a rope.
So deep you saw no reflection in it.


A shallow one under a dry stone ditch
Fructified like any aquarium.
When you dragged out long roots from the soft mulch
A white face hovered over the bottom.


Others had echoes, gave back your own call
With a clean new music in it. And one
Was scaresome, for there, out of ferns and tall
Foxgloves, a rat slapped across my reflection.


Now, to pry into roots, to finger slime,
To stare, big-eyed Narcissus, into some spring
Is beneath all adult dignity. I rhyme
To see myself, to set the darkness echoing.'

Please, if you have any thoughts on this piece at all, make them known.

My analysis in brief;
Helicon, not refering to the 'instrument' but to the mountain where muses and nymphs were supposed to dwell according to Greek mythology. 'ersonal Helicon' referring to Heaney's personal inspiration - what muses provided for artists and poets.

Heaney's is supposedly renowned for his elaborate imagery, not only of the visual, but his rich content of all five senses. Personal Helicon has five verses; in each a sense is captured. I discovered this in Literature today and kept very quiet. Partially out of fear of failure, partially because if I'm right, the idea is mine. I need the marks. So I shall take some knowledgeable person aside and see what they think...in order; olfaction; gustation; vision; auditory and tactile senses.

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22918656/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22918656/ Sat, 31 Jan 2009 07:50:11 PST
'It's ok, I like it.'

- Maddox and Dan after her waer-venture; the story is on hold, but it's a nice hold that's pottering away in the background. Which I appreciate.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22812137/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22812137/ Sun, 25 Jan 2009 20:13:10 PST Who deemed she could take on the world;
In over her head,
Short course of the dead,
And wakes up after days in a whirl.

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22796301/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22796301/ Sun, 25 Jan 2009 05:50:18 PST
Alas, went camping with a friend in 35 degree heat, loved every moment of it because it makes you realise you're alive. Did itty bitty pieces of hiking to get to the campsite and loved that too despite the supposed some fifteen tablets I should've been taking. (3 antibiotics, 6 antiinflammatories, 1 iron supp, and numerous double doses of codeine)

Met a fellow on the second night, he came hiking through. Stopped off at our stop to stay the night. We got to talking about all kinds of things, just the three of us. He was a fair bit older than us, but by no means 'old'. He talked about the instruments he played, and managed to play down my friend who hates acoustic guitars. Simply because this fellow was so brilliant, down to earth and decent my friend didn't argue the matter. Talked about playing styles, music, musicians, styles of music, instruments, laughed and joked about private schools and people, politics, why KFC isn't allowed to be called 'Kentucky Fried Chicken' (feral true story) and plenty of other things. I believe his presence helped open up any silence that may have fallen between my friend and I. I certainly heard a few things about his friends that he'd not mentioned. Coincidently a couple of these things were about my overy endowed area...most amusing.

Quite tired now, but very inspired. I almost went for a run when I got home. But then I found the white chocolate. *the most shame faced child you've ever seen*

I have a couple of photos to post, soon some poetry...it makes me happy. Hope all is well with anyone who's reading this.

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22660647/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22660647/ Sun, 18 Jan 2009 19:37:28 PST
Until my return - sampai kita bertemu lagi.

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22627702/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22627702/ Sat, 17 Jan 2009 06:22:58 PST
Perhaps we wait too long for something, and as soon as it is in our hands...we don't know what to do. We only know how to wait. And so there becomes problems.
I refer now to a simple example; me and relationships. I know what I do. I create problems, I knowingly present the two of us with things to fight over, fix or come through. It strengthens some things. Creates honesty. Creates tears. Insecurity sometimes. But it works. It achieves something.
Chaos can breed brilliance. It will wittle through almost anything. See 'The Fifth Element' for another explanation of this theory...one undone by a simple cherry...alas.
I've talked too much.

Apologies for current deviations. Not entirely sure what I think of them as I'm yet to actually read them with a clear head.
The title of this journal is a term derived from political correctness. The term 'brainstorm' was thought to be derogatory toward retards or other mentaly disabled persons.

The link below is hilarious. Consider moments when your computer, printer, scanner etc are as foreign to you as this printer was to this cat.

[link]

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22603094/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22603094/ Thu, 15 Jan 2009 19:21:30 PST
[link]

See also -

Joker Interrogation Spoof Outtakes

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22556019/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22556019/ Tue, 13 Jan 2009 05:31:23 PST
Rules: Three words to each line. Word association. Ten lines. Attempt to link first and tenth line somehow. I'll use mine as an example;

Sequential thought process;

Passion fire lust
Anger betrayal bitterness
Sarcasm satire ferocity
Flames hell devils
Masks paintings flutes
Fey wild wooden
Tables chairs pens
Ink spill jot
Stab thrust lust.


Start with any word. To make it fun I'd sugget choosing something that isn't tame. Vivid emotion, graphic violence, highly sexual content. Because it leads so many places anyway. Comment on this with any results. It's therapeutic.

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22554753/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22554753/ Tue, 13 Jan 2009 02:03:11 PST
So. While I was out I wrote some haikus. Too many. Here they are.

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22406492/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22406492/ Mon, 05 Jan 2009 02:10:08 PST
I am unable to properly access the internet at the moment as it is all a royal pain in the parietal lobe. Fortunately in a few days we leave dial up in it's box, fondly, and get something faster.

See you then, friends. If not, I will hunt you down and gut you like a fish.

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22324218/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22324218/ Thu, 01 Jan 2009 05:09:04 PST
- never make a journal whilst this unhappy.

- stop writing so much journal poetry

- learn to be more objective

- be able to let go of things

- mainly, for the moment, just stop crying.

- kill the 'sadness'

- continue drinking without making it binge

- stop loving things that can't be loved

- resume falling in love with the world

- write more, better and finish

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22216266/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22216266/ Fri, 26 Dec 2008 20:13:42 PST
I am currently investigating obtaining one as a companion after I've travelled. It would be a lot of work, a lot of money and a lot of responsibility. But...it's a cat thing.

- S.H.

PS
Things are sweet and soft and bare
For I'm in love, and still don't care.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22072771/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22072771/ Fri, 19 Dec 2008 18:22:35 PST
- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22026251/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22026251/ Wed, 17 Dec 2008 03:34:34 PST
Persophone was the daughter of the goddess Demeter. In some tales she is the result of a partenogenesis of the goddess and had only one parent. In others, the promiscuous Zeus fathered the 'white-armed' goddess.
She was hailed as the goddess of fertility and nature, and as a pure and innocent maiden as Demeter kept her away form the wooings of the likes of Ares, Zeus, Hephasetus, Apollo and Hermes. She lived far from the other gods in a secluded place. She is always depicted as a lovely maiden on the verge of womanhood.

Persephone was kidnapped by Hades whilst picking flowers. He enticed her to a particular field by planting a Narcissus flower in it, and when she picked it she opened the underworld, Hades leapt forth and took her. The lord of the Gods, Zeus, had indicated to Hades that he may take her as his bride though did not expect Hades to act so aggressively.
Demeter was distraught at the loss of her precious daughter, and things upon earth began to die in her distress. Time slowed, crops failed and life stood still without her nurturing attendance. There is some dispute over whether she halted the earth's living in fury, or whether her despair simply affected the earth.

Eventually Zeus took heed of the anguish of the mortals upon earth, and he commanded that Persephone be returned. Hermes, the travelling god, was sent to retrieve her.
But before she could be retrieved, Hades offered her a pomegranate. The fruit of the Underworld. She accepted and ate only a few of the seeds, but this was enough to ensure that she was to stay in the Underworld.

Demeter was furious, and soon a compromise was found.
Persephone would spend some time with her mother; the earth would flourish, the sun would shine and all would prosper.
But she would also spend some time in the Underworld with Hades; the earth would slow, rain would fall too liberally and cold would seep into the world.

Thus, are seasons are divided by a Goddess's longing for her daughter.

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22010540/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/22010540/ Tue, 16 Dec 2008 06:48:20 PST
Amazing yes?

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/21957726/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/21957726/ Sat, 13 Dec 2008 03:24:25 PST
A strong, sometimes irrational aversion toward something, someone or a concept. See ' Phobia' for the 'irrational' part.

Failure.
Torture.
Success.
Freedom.
Darkness.
Vomiting.
Crowds.
Change.
Unnatural things.
Natural things.
Sickness.
Allergy.
Appearance.
Blood.
Parents.
Failure.

And of course the unknown, which encompasses too much to really put in.

Fear creates: dread, anxiety, excitement, adrenalin, fight or flight response; many others.

Fear is a tool. Use it how you will. Weild it with the same dextrous quality as one would use with love.

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/21893174/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/21893174/ Tue, 09 Dec 2008 05:10:21 PST
It is filmed in the same style as 'Cloverfield' with one exception - rather than the camera being an incidental device, it is owned by a television crew who shadow several firefighters for the night.
The story is basically a word-for-word copy of the film 'Rec' (despite credits stating that it was 'based on' the previous film) and apparently is a far better take on the story - better acting and filming.

The main actor happens to be Jennifer Carpenter (Dexter, Exorcism of Emily Rose) and she is, once again, amazing. Her ability to be entirely realistic and absorbing is not limited by the style of film.

The ending of the film seems a little abrupt at first, however in hind sight is fitting, as throughout the entire film you do not know where it is heading next.

To the point - I was scared brilliantly. Afterwards was ok, my dear brother put a fake head on the back shelf of the car and asked me to get it when we were heading home. Clearly he thought I'd wet myself. I did no such thing. It was amusing. He was disappointed. However when I returned home...I was shaking, sweating and could not quell my nausea.
Eventually I figured out it wasn't because of the film. I was incredibly sick. Had to call the house phone to get someone to come and help me.

I don't like being sick. Quarantine was good. No one I know is allowed to see it a) alone b)in the dark c) if they live in the city.


- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/21840525/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/21840525/ Fri, 05 Dec 2008 23:54:46 PST
John Donne is magnificant. Reading his poetry - especially his elegies - is both soothing and full of squee. His most flattering comments are punctuated by sexual or merely graphically degrading remarks. I get hooked into him and Yeats so easily of late...not so much Bysshe, but it was like that a while ago, reading his epic poems...or at least one...

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/21826003/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/21826003/ Fri, 05 Dec 2008 04:22:15 PST (See 'Today - Shame' for any more explanation - doesn't express exactly what happened because I don't really want to.)

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/21794117/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/21794117/ Wed, 03 Dec 2008 04:07:47 PST It was nice looking back through my old stuff. I discovered that...I do actually like myself.
Big thing for me.
I dunno. Mayhap it's about time I kinda twigged it's better if you like the vessel of your spirit...
*violins commence playing*

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/21692193/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/21692193/ Thu, 27 Nov 2008 04:24:01 PST Beware the red sun.
It can't rain all the time.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/21675264/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/21675264/ Wed, 26 Nov 2008 05:35:21 PST
All my poetry - *circles drain* - at the moment. Don't judge me on my current state. It's shocking. I can't help it.

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/21658482/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/21658482/ Tue, 25 Nov 2008 04:35:02 PST
Many reasons:

1. Exams
2. Family
3. Love
4. Drinking too much

Yes, KP, Love is third.

Mwahahahaha.

- S.H.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/21642682/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/21642682/ Mon, 24 Nov 2008 06:24:02 PST
]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/21570958/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/21570958/ Wed, 19 Nov 2008 18:00:16 PST
Medusa - was once one of three sisters, the gorgons (Sthena, Uryale)who were incredibly beautiful. When Medusa was bedded by Poseidon, Athena angrily turned her hair to snakes and made her so hideous she turned men to stone. When Poseidon awake to find a monster beside him he cast her out in shock and anger.
Perseus killed her and used her head to kill all the aristocrats in the kingdom's court, including his father as once prophecised.

Fitting punishment?

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/21448929/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/21448929/ Wed, 12 Nov 2008 04:42:58 PST
I believe in the death of things. Though I do believe in finality.
I believe in the truth of stereotypes. Though all generalisations are incorrect.
I believe in being in love. Though I despise all notions of the matter.

I believe in perfect paradoxes that define a world.

- J

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/20125384/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/20125384/ Sun, 24 Aug 2008 06:54:39 PDT I won't argue that girls can't...
But I'm curious, depending on of course how many poor people will read this will vary my responses...

Any stupid examples of what the opposite sex has done?

I'm thinking that all my blogs will have the word 'sex' in them somewhere...

Here's a few examples of stupid things:
throwing up after meals for appearance sakes.
working all hours for no particular reason.
not sleeping and not seeking medical aid for this ailment which has recurred for years.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/18538317/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/18538317/ Wed, 28 May 2008 05:09:13 PDT So when did you get the sex talk?
What did it involve?
Did it tell you that it was bad? Sinful? Great? Painful? Not worth it? Orgasmic?
Doesn't matter if it did. You're still probably gonna do it one day. Human nature.

Btw, if anyone ever says life is short, swat them on the back of the head and scowl.
Life's the damndedest long thing any of us does.
Do it right.

- D/J

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/17158039/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/17158039/ Mon, 03 Mar 2008 00:54:00 PST You know it's funny when you get the slight indication that someone hates you. I like the feeling only coz it's new...but I also question every emotion that this person is feeling...reluctance to hate someone not directly involved? Reckless dislike? Loyalty to a friend?
Interesting.
Why do some people never grow up?
They shelter themselves with a friend. Or hide away into nothingness until they lift their head one day and they're totally lost. When you're totally lost some people don't just ask for directions, they blame the person who gives them.
So let's all drink some tea and smirk at the poor fools.
Don't let them see it but, they'll get upset.

- D/J

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/16160910/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/16160910/ Sun, 30 Dec 2007 02:02:36 PST ENOUGH I SAY.
No more morose the-world-is-an-abomination-let-us-all-join-computers-and-wade-through-the-destruction because...we know.
The sun shines through it all. And at night the starlight shimmers.
Relax, everyone. For Christ's sakes relax.

Also - HAPPY!!!

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/16160491/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/16160491/ Sun, 30 Dec 2007 00:46:51 PST Your ways. Your psychology. Most look at these words (or no one considering what this is...) and think "ah yes, cute, the author is generalising therefore I do not need to apply these words to me"
I've got news for you.
This is to YOU.
YOU reader who is watching these words, thinking you're clever because YOU can avoid their meaning.
We are all the same inside. We are all flesh and bones and meaning.
So why discriminate?
Why believe that we are better than others?
Are you still listening? YOU reader. Don't stop paying attention to words directed at YOU just because I've got to the subject.
YOU...
...are never alone.
YOU...
...are always being watched.
YOU...
...pay heed.

]]> ~small-hope http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/15913438/ http://small-hope.deviantart.com/journal/15913438/ Thu, 13 Dec 2007 06:15:07 PST It's alright though. Because all the rest of the time they're interacting with others and the balance becomes thus.
I'm lonely. Heart achingly so.
How dull.
How simple.
How radically stereotypical.
How sad.
How normal.
How I wish I had someone with me right now.
Whatever.
- D/J

]]> ~small-hope