Amnesia and poetry
Oct. 22nd, 2012 12:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I've been scratching my brain, trying to think of something to write an amnesia fic about. I've read good amnesia fic - old roads i go down is a great one for The Social Network, which uses amnesia as a reset button on Mark and Eduardo's catastrophically destroyed friendship - but it's not a trope that particularly speaks to me.
But then, it occurred to me: "I just wrote a post complaining about how Haven afflicted Audrey Two with amnesia and booted her off the show."
And then I thought: "The two Audreys were friends. I bet Audrey One goes to visit Two sometimes, even though the show doesn't show it."
And then I thought: "I could write Bechdel-test-passing Haven fic."
Wheeeeee!
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Also, a poem! I've been reading lots of poetry lately. It's very relaxing.
My old friend prepared a chicken with millet
inviting me to visit his country home,
where the green of the trees
girdles the village
and beyond the walls the blue hills begin.
We opened your windows to inspect the kitchen-garden
took some wine, and spoke of mulberries and flax.
Wait until the Autumn Festival:
I shall come again, to enjoy your chrysanthemums.
-Meng Hao-Jan (trans. Innes Herdan)
But then, it occurred to me: "I just wrote a post complaining about how Haven afflicted Audrey Two with amnesia and booted her off the show."
And then I thought: "The two Audreys were friends. I bet Audrey One goes to visit Two sometimes, even though the show doesn't show it."
And then I thought: "I could write Bechdel-test-passing Haven fic."
Wheeeeee!
***
Also, a poem! I've been reading lots of poetry lately. It's very relaxing.
My old friend prepared a chicken with millet
inviting me to visit his country home,
where the green of the trees
girdles the village
and beyond the walls the blue hills begin.
We opened your windows to inspect the kitchen-garden
took some wine, and spoke of mulberries and flax.
Wait until the Autumn Festival:
I shall come again, to enjoy your chrysanthemums.
-Meng Hao-Jan (trans. Innes Herdan)