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Motive for Metaphor

Motive for Metaphor

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Title: Motive for Metaphor
Character(s): Gellert, Albus
Pairing(s): Albus/Gellert
Rating: G
Warning(s): hint of dark ideas
Challenge(s): Motive for Metaphor by Wallace Stevens
Word count: 2x100
Author's notes: for lemondrop_party

This time was worth anything, in the best place in the wide world to be. Sleep was a waste. Gellert leaned, head on his elbow, arm stretched out, hand splayed in the air, index finger raised, curved as if suspended from the ceiling. His sleepy eyes smiled, intrigued, appreciative. Almost cheeky. His hair curled over the desk.

Albus sat opposite, smiling too, leaning forward, close, a slight crease of thought between his brows. He had not smiled in the beginning, responsibilities smothering him. Gellert wanted to embody promise - life. Albus was beautiful, richness of mind lighting even this sad house.

"We are beacons. Doesn't it waste... history, if we don't shine? Doesn't it waste us, to the world's sorrow, to leave it in darkness? We should illuminate it - not just for us - for our brethren; for those like us, not yet born; for those helpless ones, scrabbling in their dirt.

"We could instigate true glory forever - fulfilment of the potential of...everyone. And ours!

"Waiting to be, waiting to do, waiting... That is eternal February - almost aware, waking eternally, eyes half open. The pain of desolate winter is gone, but summer... summer never comes. My friend."

Gellert's voice mused, cajoling.
  • Oh. Mygod. I have never read that poem before. I think I may owe you about a million awesome points for introducing that. Have saved it and will definitely need to go back and back and... am now a fan. Damn.

    And I heart the opening of this. Mmm, time, and nice use of it. Also the eternal February. Also from what I can tell having only just now read it the poem-thought-weave. Also man I do not know and fail at words but the tone... It's kind of vague, dancing around the edges with a warning speaking somewhere... And that is friggin' EXcellent. So all kinds of points for the writing, as well. Which I guess means you win.
    • Aw, thank you so much! It took, ooh, Hours to write. X^I Not so writey tonight, apparently.

      I've got a handful of fave poems. This one.
      Hesse's The Immortals (wow that was hard to find)
      Arnold's For George Cruikshank... and the last part of his Dover Beach, though everyone has heard it.
      Kipling's Thousandth Man, from John's site, and his If (again there is not much point posting that)

      • Pfft, meh to time... important bit is that it came out so very well. ;)

        AND POEMSSSSSSSS! :D!!! I shall do some poetry-visiting, then. Fwah.

        Semi-side-note on that... "If" is definitely linked in a reference-type post in the Photojournalist's journal. Because he spaz-quotes it(/Kurtz reading it... along with Prufrock, actually >.> although you probably know this but um... erp). Man there is like KIPLING MANIA come to think on it.

        Danke for the sharing. The poetry, it makes for happy.
        • *hijack*

          You know, the first time I saw Apocalypse Now (as a teen), I didn't realize just how much of what Kurtz said was direct quotation from Eliot ... Nor did I catch that his books included Weston's From Ritual to Romance and Frazer's Golden Bough -- both of which are cited and recommended in Eliot's notes to The Waste Land ...

          Kurtz = English PhD gone wrong? ;)

          His quotations from "The Hollow Men" were twice as chilling once I knew what they were, on a recent rewatching. More method perceptible to his madness, then.
  • I like it. It seems like a very calm moment even though what they're planning is nothing of the sort. The beacon analogy was very nice I think too. Lovely!
  • Oh, it's gorgeous. That poem is so fitting for them, and for the way Gellert sees Albus. And, too, the way Albus sees Gellert, though Albus' interiority can't be gauged here and rightly so.

    richness of mind lighting even this sad house ...

    Just gorgeous.
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