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What strange things come out of procrastination.

I, for example, have spent some time developing a Grand Unified Theory of Doctor Who )

Anyway, there are the thoughts. Every time I turn this over in my mind to tell someone, I think of new parallels that work and other nifty implications, so I think I might be on to something. Thoughts?

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Why do so many Christians wanting to preach salvation back up the key points of their arguments by saying 'as it is written in the Bible'?

I mean, if the person you're talking to is not a Christian and has no particular reason for being one (hence the need to explain it to them), why should they regard the Bible as any sort of authority?

No, saying 'the BIBLE is the true WORD of GOD' doesn't help. That's a claim that's been made for many different messages; how is anyone to know that you've got hold of the real deal?

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The alfgifus are sitting at the computer, having just engulfed a cookie from Sainsburys. A big cookie with chocolate chips.

"What shall we do now?" one asks.

"We could go hunting for updates to obscure fanfiction that we rather liked," suggests one, diffidently.

"We've got a lovely stack of books beside our bed," points out another, "library books, mainly, which need to be read."

"Those are all too serious. The ones which aren't literary criticism on authors unrelated to Asnac are poetry and we know what happens when we read poetry."

"Yes," chorus the other alfgifus.

"It was only one," the youngest says.

"It was a bloomin' long one," says another. "We had to write it sideways up the piece of paper because it wouldn't all fit in."

"One poem does not an epic make," says the first, snippishly, "but it does get in the way of our work. Speaking of work, there is always..."

"Not that!"

"No!"

"I'm going to say it and you can't stop me! There is always DISSERTATION!"

"Let's not be hasty."

"Today's Sunday, so we're allowed to mess around and do nothing."

"Yes."

"Yes."

"O.k."

"Can we post on livejournal?"

"If you must. This is a stupid conversation anyway. Careful, though, let's not give the idea we're going to be regular about it."

"We could work on our book."

"Our book is being considered by an agent. This time is therefore free of bookishness and bookdom."

"Oh. Right, then, let's post to livejournal."
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Although I've more or less given up livejournal, occasionally I come across some issue which I'd like to clarify in my own head by writing it out and see what sort of reactions I get. Today this has coincided with me having a bit of spare time while some bread dough rises, so I thought I'd give it a go.

I've been reading some of the BBC's comments on the current controversy over the gay rights bill. Here it is. It's taken me a lot of the day to work out what I think about this. Now that I've worked through the confusion to some concrete ideas I'm finding it frustrating that my own understanding makes no difference to the debate.

The question, summarised, is: should it be compulsory for a) all adoption agencies to consider homosexual couples as prospective parents and b) all guest houses, hotels, etc. to give homosexual couples a room together with a double bed if they have one.

Those who support these proposals say that it is a breach of the human rights of the couples who are denied a double bed in every place they might reasonably ask for one, and similarly a breach of their rights for an adoption agency to deny them the opportunity to adopt a child.

Those who oppose say that it is a breach of the rights of a Catholic adoption agency to force them to place children with gay couples, as that goes against their beliefs. These agencies will close down if the bill goes through. Also, they say that it is a breach of the human rights of the owner of the guest house, hotel, etc. to force them to treat a homosexual couple in the same way as they would treat a heterosexual couple if that goes against an article of faith - in the media it's always specifically Christian faith, once more, though no doubt there are Islamic guest houses which would find this just as objectionable.

Looking at the argument, the first thing that strikes me is that I wish we'd never settled on assigning everybody 'rights' as the way to counter injustice. It tends to make the whole thing swing on the 'what's in it for them?' line rather than 'what is the correct course of action for a government under such circumstances'.

We have two principles: a) it is wrong to deny someone a service because you object to their way of life and b) it is wrong to force someone to do something which is contrary to their beliefs. The involvement of principles and religion, not to mention the emotive matter of adoption, is inclined to make this sort of thing increasingly difficult to untangle - not least because principles in opposition demand compromise from a governing body, not a sweeping single answer. Our current government is very good at pursuing a principle, good at taking action on an issue but very bad at governing (or taking reasoned, sensible and restrained action), which of course makes this sort of thing harder.

To find my own solution to the problem I had to decide what principles I would personally apply. My list of positions runs something like this:


  • The government should try to act in a way that allows as many people as possible to do what they want to do. This goes along with a responsibility to respect and protect as many citizens as possible. Note the 'as possibles'.

  • It is reasonable for a gay couple to ask to adopt a child. Personally I am not sure whether homosexuality is wrong or right - a better case can be made against it than for it from the Biblical texts, but it is an arguable point and I'm not going to make outright statements either way. If it is a sin, then it's important to remember that so are greed, pride, envy, scorn, casual sex, dishonesty, anger and a multitude of others. Some of these are likely to prevent a couple being allowed to adopt and some are unlikely to be noticed. There are never going to be any perfect couples. Why single out homosexuality as the one sin which prevents someone acting as a parent?

  • It is reasonable for an adoption agency to refuse to place a child with a gay couple if they consider homosexuality to be a serious threat to the child's development - and in particular if parents who placed the child with that adoption agency may have done so because they shared those views.

  • There are plenty of adoption agencies who will place children with homosexual couples. Any homosexual couple in the UK who wishes to adopt a child will be able to find someone to consider them. Therefore, though the government might want to fortify that situation in law, the government hasn't got a leg to stand on by trying to make it universal. If a couple wants to adopt, what difference does it make if they can only adopt from 96% of the agencies in the country? That sounds like plenty of options to me!

  • Not so sure about the guest house owners, but inclined to think that they should be required to be civil, welcoming and to offer a room, but not forced to offer a double bed if that goes against their consciences. If they must, by law, make their position clear at the outset and also not allowed to just turn people away into the night, then I don't think it would harm anyone not to make the thing universal.

  • Ultimately, the government isn't being called upon to make a pronouncement on the ethical side of the situation. They're being called upon to prevent citizens that they are responsible for being mistreated as far as they possibly can. If the world were perfect then this sort of thing might be resolved, but as it isn't, we're left with a need for a set of measures that make the best possible compromise.

  • In this issue, who is actually suffering? Those homosexual couples who are forced to spend a night in separate beds aren't exactly being put through a horrific experience. Those guest house owners whose country is legislating against their consciences are worse off, though probably not on a 'horrific' scale. If good orphanages have to close down then arguably the thing has gone too far.

  • I wish Christians didn't always find it so hard to be loving about the sins of others. If we were really acting as mini Christs then I think we'd be better regarded, even if positions of principle were unchanged.


Phew. That's a harrowing sort of thing to plough through. Any opinions?
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Summer searing out the hearts of leaves,
hot heaviness spread wide across the land
and trees of green from side to side that stand
yellowed only by distance, like far corn sheaves.
The air is warm as a hot bath is warming
through lazy pollen-motes the bees come swarming;
a buzz of summer industry soothes late days
which slip by, shortening, yet still enwrapped
in sleep-dazed quiet. On dry paths flap
the fallen leaves, the few that know the season,
though all the world forgets. For some reason
these dead things remember autumn; they still bear
the dusky death that summer ought to bring,
or has brought, but all else know not death, stay where
the blasting heat has taken them, the undead trees,
plants curling sickened in the nightmare breeze,
the rotten rings of fungus petrified. The lengthened year,
fevered with summer, stays. The world's way halted,
though only the oncoming chill itself has faltered,
mechanical a clock still turns, the days move on;
October ends. November burns, slowly, in the dead sun.
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Last night I read Peter Pan in Scarlet. The author has worked out things in Neverland according to an understanding of certain rules (for example, that wearing someone else's clothes slowly turns you into them). Some of the rules I found familiar, others I didn't. She also has a peculiar aversion to anything being anybody's fault, and to letting anyone or anything actually die. It is very well written and does really pick up the mood of the original (with some splendidly sinister bits) but it isn't quite right - which makes it very, very irritating at times.

Anyway, this got me thinking. Neverland is the world that you go to when you're a child. The rules (such as they are) are the rules of childhood - ferocious monsters, Things in the dark, loyalty against grown-ups, mountains, beaches, forests, lions, tigers and bears (oh my!) We all lived there at one time or another, surely? We all had our own understanding of the place? The original Neverland in Peter Pan ties in perfectly with the world I remember, in the way that this sequel doesn't, quite.

So, what is the shape of Neverland? Here are some things I remember - do you agree with them?

  • When someone dies in Neverland, they are dead. Gone. Bringing them back is cheating (unless you go back in the time line and stop them being killed).

  • To fly, you need to learn once. There is some sort of process (fairy dust & happy thoughts, if you like). Once you've learnt then each time you only have to remember - not to go through the whole process again. You only need the fairy dust once. After that, the only things that stop you flying are a) being too tired, b) forgetting how and c) growing up (same as b, really).

  • Make-believe meals might be filling, but everyone can make them, not just Peter Pan.

  • I remember deserts, rivers, the sea, islands, forest (which is home) and mountains.

  • Weapons. Everyone has them. Swords, mainly, with daggers as a sort of back-up.


Do people agree with that lot? What other things can we remember?
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They are the dreamers of dreams,
the weavers of senses and seems –
I, though I try, cannot take
all that lightness of touch and the rake
of their world's sharp violence between
the weavers of scenes
the spinners of dreams.

Fairyland grew in the fens,
flourished in hollows and dens
into the bright, foolish Spring
inevitably the came the other thing –
the dangers that came in the night
the blackness that shadows the light.

Stories have no way to go
when the words that would carry them slow.
They are the dreamers of dreams,
I walk the edge of their seems.

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Work, work, work. I actually think I'm beginning to read my Latin more or less fluently! Hooray! I'm going to take advantage of this after the exams and start making more use of my beautiful book of Virgil.

In other news: having seen [info]larissa_bright's posting of her old fanfiction.net profile, I went hunting through the bowels of my doughty computer Edith for the oldest bit of my own writing I could find (at least, the oldest that looked at all interesting). By the method of finding a) the oldest folder, b) the oldest folder inside it and c) the oldest word document in that folder that wasn't school-work, I've turned up this, created at 16.49 on the 11th September 2001:

Sunset

Fire divine in the west transforms
Twisted columns of fluted white with
A soft flush of peach. Sky-castles gleam,
Riches beyond imagination
Above the pale city pastel-mist
Encased. Between the pillars the sun
Shines to make the King’s rubies dance with
Blinding flame in their frame of tree-twigs,
Black against the sky-scape. Among the
Higher dove-winged clouds the moon is, a
Crescent window to the Silver Sea.
Venus rises as a herald; the
Sun descends with the clouds, clearing the
Ballroom for the constellations. The
City beneath shuns the twilight but
Above the great dance begins again.


It could be worse. The odd sort of breathlessness between the lines I probably thought was poetic, or something. There's plenty of other minor works on my computer. I couldn't find any that were entirely laughable, though this one, from almost exactly a year later - 13th September 2002, is certainly a bit odd:

Ealyn, a wanderer, speaketh in a low voice as she stands near to the East Window of the Great Hall of Icthalion. Below, beneath the shivering stars, a light frost resteth most silent upon the gleaming City of Icthalion Marine, over which the dagger-thin sliver of the Huntress riseth. Warm light from the single candle on the wide sill of that widest Window mingleth with her silver beams on the page that herewith beareth the record of the Tale that is told, that it might never pass away. I, Scribe Osellë, most senior apprentice to Master Scribe Annan, do hereby testify in her absence that I have committed to ephemeral ink the exact account as Ealyn gave it, moreover, that upon her return the Wandering Scribe shall herself formally approve this transcript.

Pompous, moi?

alfgifu
I feel:
nostalgic nostalgic
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Here's an article about London's Stone from the BBC website. It's a legend I've liked ever since I first came across it. This sort of thing makes me very glad of living in London. The last few comments are also amusing.

Legends of London - Drake's drum beating as the enemy comes up the Thames, the ravens in the Tower, this Stone - I always like to know them. And other stories, about rivers lost and forgotten basements and the city wreathed in mist. The Roman circus under the Bank of England, the body of Boudicca under Kings Cross Station, the vulnerability and the curious toughness.

Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner?

alfgifu

I feel:
calm calm
I can hear:
Rain splattering on the roof.
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Yesterday evening I had another letter back from a literary agent about Eloise. There are still two to come, by my reckoning. This one gave me pause, and made me wonder whether I'm right to throw away all hope yet.

It is a rejection, no two ways about it. What I didn't realise at first glance is that it is a personalised letter, not only to say that it did not quite "click", but to add that 'there are some nice touches in your writing' and that the main reason for the rejection is that 'this novel wanders along too slowly for your target market and needs to be made more exciting'. They also add that, if I don't manage to 'place' Eloise, they 'would always be interested to see your next novel'.

Well. Not sure exactly what to make of that. It gives me slightly more hope about the other two letters I am waiting for, but it also gives a very sound reason for Eloise to be rejected. There is no doubt that my novel does wander along a bit - I don't think it could move much faster without losing the soporific twilight world atmosphere I wanted. So maybe that makes it unpublishable as a first novel? I don't know. It's also the sort of encouragement that might persuade me to make this coming summer a 'writing holiday' as well. There are a couple of plots I have stewing - one which is probably best aimed at a slightly younger audience, and a concept for some historical fiction which (if I could get a handle on the main character) might prove satisfying to work out. Maybe I should keep writing for another year and try a third time. Something with a bit more pace, in a slightly more conventional genre? I don't know. Last term Gregory Norminton said that he didn't think I'd found my own style yet. That's possible. I don't know if I ought to look for my own unique angle on something before I start writing, or if I ought to keep writing and hope that something will develop. I have a feeling that I am at my most unique when I am slightly tongue-in-cheek, but naturally that's something I don't want to over-do.

Conclusion? I'll write some more. We'll see.

alfgifu
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I feel:
hopeful hopeful
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