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Everything Is an Afterthought [Apr. 23rd, 2007|01:00 pm]
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chidder
I recently sold my first book. In conjunction, I've established another LiveJournal to report on the project's progress, occasionally provide links about, and writings by, its subject, Paul Nelson (long-time champion of Bob Dylan, and famous for his Rolling Stone cover story about Warren Zevon's battle with alcoholism), and share snippets of information or parts of interviews that may or may not be covered further in the final product.

The new journal shares the book's working title, Everything Is an Afterthought: The Life and Writings of Paul Nelson. Just follow the link.

Anybody interested in learning more about this brilliant critic, whose own life proved just as mysterious and fascinating as the artists' about whom he wrote, is welcome to join. As well, tracking the process of how a book goes from sale to publication should prove interesting. I'm rather curious about that part myself...
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Patio Music by Andy Leggett [Sep. 5th, 2006|12:59 am]
Once Upon a Time, We Faded Blue
doctor_leggett
(It's been awhile since I've been on here--mainly because this place seems dead--but here's what I've been working on lately:

This poem started as a haiku, morphed into a pantoum, and switched between that and free-form--this is the latest, and I hope *fingers-crossed*, final version...Here it is:)

Patio Music

We sit out on the balcony, you and I,

Eating ravioli that glistens in the moonlight,

Slipping over each other like fish caugh tin a net,

And rubbing starchy scales in the muted glow

Falling from the patio doors,

 

And smile at each other across the table,

The light of the fireflies hovering above our heads

Reflected in the darkness of our eyes,

 

And remember how we used to dance

Beneatha a different set of lights:

Slow steps echoing on a concrete dancefloor,

And moths flapping against the streetlamp that illuminated us

As we pressed against each other,

Listening to the rhythmic music of our heartbeats.
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My first good poem...(from April, 2005) [Jun. 17th, 2006|12:42 am]
Once Upon a Time, We Faded Blue
doctor_leggett
Underneath
by Andy Leggett

There is a darker shame
Hidden behind this perfect smile --
Behind this perfect lie
There is a deeper sorrow.

Beneath this pallid frame
The truth belies this pretext you call a life --
All your feeble delusions dissipate
And leave you with no comforts in which to hide.

Your haunted eyes confess
What your happy mouth denies --
The knowledge of this dawning horror
Shows itself through the windows of your eyes.
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'Cause I'm Better Than You Are, Nananananana! [Apr. 26th, 2006|02:16 am]
Once Upon a Time, We Faded Blue
doctor_leggett
[Current Location |Sacramento News and Review]
[Current Mood |accomplished]
[Current Music |How Can You Give Up?, 'Til Tuesday]

Here's the poem I submitted to SN&R's poetry contest:

Eve Critiquing

For Eve Imagine, from your number one fan

Across this gray expanse of table she’s critiquing,
Holding her back rim-rod straight,
The taut cords of her neck seeming about to break,
Her jutting collarbone tenderly embraced in transparency,
Fragile veins pulsing beneath such thin coverage.

The fluorescent light reflects off her black curls,
The curve of her nose trained upon the printed lines,
As her large hand holds her pen poised over the eight by eleven
To occasionally strike the page with calm, coiled energy,
The motion of her flowing words seeming to imbue
Her gaunt and gawky form with a gazelle-like grace.

Her flicking eyes halt as she flips the page,
The surface of her face freezing momentarily,
Like a bird bracing its wings to glide
Until the next breeze of the falling page
Lifts her again into flight.
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Writer's Block [Apr. 24th, 2006|02:44 pm]
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chidder
Over at my blog <a href="http://chidder.livejournal.com</a>Mere Words</i> I've posted about writer's block. I've also announced a contest designed to overcome writer's block. Your comments and participation are invited. Enjoy.
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Not Very Good, But That's My Sentiment [Feb. 28th, 2006|12:59 am]
Once Upon a Time, We Faded Blue
doctor_leggett
[Current Mood |crankywhatever]
[Current Music |I've Had It, Aimee Mann]

Once We Faded Blue is Dead--
I poked its silent body and not a sound came out.
The flies that circle its eyes, their wings sag,
And the beating sound echoes in the silence,
And I wander away.
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Introductory post [Jan. 9th, 2006|04:18 pm]
Once Upon a Time, We Faded Blue
doctor_leggett
[Current Mood |happybirthday boy]
[Current Music |Trampline, Michael Penn]

Chunklet #1: Who are you?

Name: (what is your primary identity?) Seth Leggett; my first name is really Andy—and some people still call me that—but I wanted a way to honor my grandfather,  who I don’t remember, as we share the same middle name, but I didn’t want to be associated with that annoying Joseph character at my school. Plus, Seth is a cool name.
Nickname(s): (any schizophrenia in your life?) Seth is a nickname, I guess, as is Andy.
Age: (ain't nothin' but a #) I’ll be 18 in a couple of days.
Birthday: (on this day, Person X was born, X = YOU) January 10, 1988—I am just barely a child of the ‘80s.
Sex: (Gender, Male, Female, or otherwise) Transexual
Occupation: (what do you do?) Student, poet, fiction writer, senior editor of my school literary magazine
Location: (geographic location preferred, we know you're on the net, in your chair, in front of your computer. you can be clever in other ways if you will, though) Sacramento, California, right across the Americna River from the University of California
Language(s): (what language(s) do you speak / write) Fluent in English, obviously; am mostly fluent in Italian, partially fluent in French, with an interest in Hungarian; and I live in California, so it’s pretty much a given that I know some Spanish.
Primary artistic focus(foci): (what do you create?) Poetry, fiction, pastel drawings, with musical and critical aspirations
Blab a bit: (we all yap) There hasn’t been a post since March of last year—has this place been abandoned?
Contact Info: (only what you'd like to give out) sethleggett18@yahoo.com; my livejournal, doctor_leggett, 916-484-6707; 2348 American River Drive, #103, 95825, To: Doctor Seth Leggett. Make sure you include a self-addressed stamp envelope.

Chunklet #2: These are (more than) a few of my favorite things...

Favorite Language: Italian; French at varying times; am becoming very interested in Hungarian.
Favorite Facial Expression: serious concentration
Favorite Snack: carrots
Favorite Era: 20th century
Favorite Place: Probably here, because I love it so much (Sacramento, California in general); though I wouldn’t mind Seattle—it has enough rain to appease me and Cherie Priest! (soon)
Favorite Time of Day: Noon; distance from darkness comforts me
Favorite Day of the Week: Saturday, because it’s the funnest
Favorite Month of the Year: June, because that’s when school ends and I seem to have the most fun
Favorite Season: Winter; see below
Favorite Weather: Rain, for spirtual/poetic reasons too vague to give voice to wittily
Favorite Rainy Day Activity: Going out and walking in it
Favorite Game: I make my own fun.
Favorite Color: Purple! squee
Favorite Scenery: Roadside trees, ‘cause there’s so many here; though foothills full of cows, or cliffs looking out to sea aren’t shabby either.
Favorite Smell: Citrus
Favorite Non-music Sound: mellow deep-voicedness
Favorite Texture: soft fabrics
Favorite Way of Touching Another Person: hugging
Favorite Magazine: the one I’m putting together (“The Leaf”)
Favorite Animal: cows
Favorite Plant: trees
Favorite Food: fruit of any kind; fruity yogurt or fruit-flavored candy or drinks
Favorite Drink: juice (probably of a citrus or V8 variety)
Favorite Book: don’t make me choose
Favorite Author: see above
Favorite Male Name: Seth
Favorite Female Name: Amy
Favorite Movie: I’m searching for my cinematic soul-mate as we speak
Favorite Actor/Actress: I wanna lick Steve Carell’s nose
Favorite Music Genre: Neo-classic pop/rock
Favorite Music Group: the Largoites: Aimee Mann, Michael Penn, Fiona Apple
Favorite Album: Lost in Space, Aimee Mann
Favorite Song of All Time: Pavlov’s Bell, Aimee Mann
Favorite Part of the Human Body: the head
Favorite Time to End This Survey: now

Chunklet #3: In 4 sentences, complete this story.

Once upon a time, there was a mouse who lived in the cupboard of a castle overlooking the ocean. The castle’s inhabitants were very mean to the mouse, so he prayed to his primeval god, who punctually sent a tidal wave to crush the castle and kill all the big meanie inhabitants, sparing only the mouse.

And in the end, it was all alright after all.
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raindrops on my soul [Mar. 2nd, 2005|06:40 am]
Once Upon a Time, We Faded Blue

tygerofdanyte
Kamikaze precipitation
~
Pitter patter go raindrops on my soul.
Each of them hurting, stinging a little more
Than ones before. Screeching singsong
Right before that ultimatum. A grand finale
Explosion on my soul. Japan to me grows
Fonder day by day, Maybe raindrops reminisce
Of feudal Japanese honour as crashing,
Burning, killing themselves on my soul.
A method of cheap revenge I suppose.
But maybe – there’s a feudal warlord-emperor
Of a cloud preaching and telling my raindrop
assailants that it is for the good of the country-
The sky. Under that hasty assumption
I bare my soul to you - kamikaze precipitation
~
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Umm [Dec. 9th, 2004|10:28 pm]
Once Upon a Time, We Faded Blue
ibacho
He knocked three times on Heaven's door and then waited for her, watching his breath in the gray mid-December air. He heard footsteps resonate down the rackety stairs that he wished he knew so much better and waited for the door to open, but nobody answered.

And so he tried knocking thrice yet again; no response. She was singing in the kitchen: 'Ain't no mountain high enough...' Her voice seemed warm on the compulsory 'ooh~!'

He knocked three times more, not expecting a resopnse. He left 9 flowers on the welcome mat, walked carefully down the icy stairs, and ran back into his car. He looked at the door for a while. Then he turned the key.

The yellow doorbell was still unrung and the door was still blue wheni it opened. A boot ventured out, crushed the flowers, and thus Heaven started her day.
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Working title: Fragmented Revenge [Sep. 29th, 2004|05:17 am]
Once Upon a Time, We Faded Blue

tygerofdanyte
[Current Mood |Groggy]
[Current Music |Franz Ferdinand - Lancaster Girl]

Well, I wrote something tonight, I'm sober now, since my last post of a few hours ago. Well, as sober as I can be after drinking two pots of coffee, a gallon of water, and a whole lot of bread. So coming back to the subject. I wrote something tonight. FIction. I've had an idea similar to this for a few days now, but never had a chance to put it to paper. I might expand on this sometime, make it say a small novella or at least a large short story. It came to about five pages when I printed it out from notepad. I'm going to work on it. but since I did write it between 3:20 am and 5:00 am tonight. I'll cross-post between tygerofdanyte ,oncewefadedblue 4am_slash(it has some slash in it =0), and fiction_writers whoo what a cross post.

I've named it fragmented revenge for now. But the name doesn't flow for me. So give me a title for this. Critiques are generally welcomed.

~
Working Title - Fragmented Revenge
Rating - heavy R
Genre - transgressive/Drama/erotic
Author: Arun K Raman (nickname - Tygerofdanyte)
Warning/comments: It is slightly erotic and it teases you with glimpses. There is some male/male and some female/female. Somewhat graphic talk of rape, and drug use and other things. It's my style of writing as of late. Damn you Palahniuk and Thompson.

The work of fictionCollapse )

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So tell me what's what. and critique heavily and spit in my face if you have to if you don't like what's written. I'm a growing writer I need all sorts of stuff to push me in the right direction. Mind you, I'll accept your critique and suggestions, but I might not employ them.

~

Love and joy

Arun K Raman
(5:13 AM)
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