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12/31/2000 Happy Millenium! Who cares if time and the calendar are arbitrary constructions. It has to stop and end somewhere. Or does it? All the best, and screw the rest. Sarah^2 12/30/2000 I was recently thirsty. I went for a drive. I travelled the hills, with the hope to survive. I looked for a being, somewhat close to the end, someone with a deathwish, someone to befriend. Far up in the hills, just next to a brook, I stopped my small car, stopped for a look. I found him just quiet, and lost and alone, and looking for escape from a weight overbourne. I stooped and I kissed him, his pain went away. I stooped and he fed me, and his life fled away. I returned to my car, and started to drive, and thanked that poor soul, on who's blood I thrive. 12/27/2000 Real-Vampires From fancy to fact and with wit to withhold, striking the heart with fear so bold that I shan't venture out in this miserable cold but huddle in darkness and cringe in the night, this fucking damn heater is broken alright. It is cold and I'm bored Nathan is silent, SG's sodding I might break a nail This dead girl is frozen So goodnight you waifs And also... Wolfgang Amadeus Moozart. She is INSANE! Can't you tell? Here's what she has to say to account for herself. Dear Sarah, The King is a perfect Elvis. He has real hair and lovely eyelashes. His eyes are blue. He was magnificant at the Elvis Festival in Collingwood where he was the hit of the parade. He has lived at the corner of Church and Bloor and is now inside the Toronto Grace Hospital. They were his original sponsors. Wolfgang Amadeus Moozart was sponsored by Sotheby's Auction House and was living in the reflecting pool outside Roy Thompson Hall for the summer. Right now he has gone to rest up in the Spa and will be joined by The King around January 2nd. There they will wait for their major performance: They will be appearing at Marilyn Lastman's Art Ball at the Toronto Convention Centre (1200 guests) where they will be auctioned off live to support charities and art and olympics and other important causes. These are important moose to watch. happy I just got a Guest Book signing from my POD's friend Happy Val some artist who made this image... What a woman! 12/25/2000 A poem, on demand: Panda, impossibility in black and white, reflects its own inscrutability in vertical green wilderness watched by a planet, alone in its thoughts. Happy Yule, Hannuka, Xmas, etc. from your favorite Secretary of the Undead. 12/24/2000 12/23/2000 How coool a band name: Drain. I will try and napsterate them soon. Thansks for the tip Susanna (via Dr. J). OhmyGod! OhmyGod! OhmyGod! OhmyGod! Sarah Smiles is now officially Secretary of the Undead/Ministar za nemrtve of Cyber Yugoslavia. It is official! CY has 13817 citizens, an area of 0 m2. This is Cyber Yugoslavia. Home of Cyber Yugoslavs. We lost our country in 1991 and became citizens of Atlantis. Since September 9, 1999 this is our home. We don't have a physical land, but we do have nationality, and we are giving CY citizenships and CY passports. Because this is Atlantis, we are allowing double and triple citizenships. If you feel Yugoslav, you are welcome to apply for CY citizenship, regardless of your current nationality and citizenship, and you will be accepted. Please read our Constitution for the details. If you are just curious, you are welcome to visit us as tourists. This land will grow as our citizens wish. Neither faster, nor slower. Neither more, nor less. So, this site will always be under construction. For a solid country to grow, even a virtual one, it takes some time. When we have five million citizens, we plan to apply to the UN for member status. When this happens, we will ask 20 square meters of land anywhere on Earth to be our country. On this land, we'll keep our server. Spent the night jawing with SG, Buddha, miao and traveller in various locations. Made me feel better. It made up for the miserable holidays. And my poem is not coming together. Title and first sentence are good, but nothing to come after. _Liquid Continuum._ 12/20/2000 ez2 www.com - BramTchaikovsky Bram Tchaikovsky (born Peter Bramall) began playing in local pub-rock bands in Lincolnshire, England, in the late '60s. He joined The Motors in 1977 and was relegated to mere sideman status by the nucleus of the band, songwriters Andy McMaster and Nick Garvey. While waiting on pre-production work for the second Motors album, Tchaikovsky took the opportunity to do some recording of his own. The resulting single, "Sarah Smiles," drew enough interest for him to leave The Motors and form his own band. In addition to its leader, the band Bram Tchaikovsky consisted of Mike Broadbent (bass, keyboards) and Keith Boyce (drums). They signed to the new Radar label in 1978 along with Stiff expatriates Nick Lowe and Elvis Costello. The band showed a great deal of promise with their first album Strange Man Changed Man, fitting in nicely with the growing power-pop movement. The unforgettable "Girl of My Dreams," a true high point of the time, became a minor hit on both sides of the Atlantic. Tchaikovsky continued on through rapid personnel changes for two more albums, The Russians Are Coming (Released in the U.S. as Pressure) in 1980 and Funland in 1981. A considerable drop in sales prompted Tchaikovsky to dissolve the band and retire from the music. And one of these blokes is Bram SuperShortGoth got me another copy of SarahSmiles, by the musical Man himself. Go to For Sarah and listen!!! 12/19/2000
A brief thought: Mysterious, fallen brown grey guilt leaves of smiles waft gently from cries earthward. 12/18/2000 I know I need to sleep, but this Death Bed is just tooooo much. Actually, I'm looking about for artwork for my page, but I think that I need to just make my own. It would be better than putting a picture of myself online. Don't you think? 12/17/2000
One thing I hate about blogging with only today's post on this page, is that it looks so lonely. I guess that that means I had better do more work daily, or change to a bigger font. Yes, bigger font. That's the ticket. I updated my most recent poem on the poetry page. It is called "Decayed Expectations". I re-edited it, and broke the 50 odd lines up into stanzas. I think it is a less nasty read like that. I always put my newest poetry at the bottom of the poetry page, so have a look. I should force spazz to do more, but aside from helping me out and editing, he seems to have fallen into a black hole. Whatever works for him. Excuse me whilst I waddle about tonight. I'm feeling a bit stuffed, trying to prove that drinking more than 2 cups of blood is impossible. I win. Thanks to SG, I located _the giaour_ a vampiric extract | lord byron. He claims it is better than Stoker. I could care less. It is interesting and a good read. That's it. 12/16/2000 Ok, then the next question. Assuming that drinking blood is not much more difficult than uncorking your local doner, if Vampires have to be un-dead... how do you account for yourself? Choose one of the following reasons defining yourself as un-dead or a revenant. 1) I was dead, and I'm back. 2) Accident that did or probably did render me temporarily dead. 3) Death is just a state of mind, and I moved to that state. 4) According to 5) Let's not go there. 6) I'm not sure. Ok, I admit that the image to the left is NOT that of an alien vampire. But then again, what is? I got asked the question, again, "What is a vampire?" So I made up a list of questions based around the notion that there are some basic criteria for a vampire. 1) Vampires must be un-dead or a revenant; 2) Vampires must drink blood to continue animated existence, or they're merely just undead, or ex-vampires, or expires for short; 3) Vampires must get blood from humans or animals, not from the kitchen. 4) Those who don't meet criterian 1-3 are something else. That's about it. It leaves a lot open to conjecture. It leaves a lot open to superstition, mystery, the occult, mag/jic/k. Everyone I know could fit into those criteria. But for god's sake, we have to have guidelines. 12/15/2000 After last night's poetric exhultations, I'm laying low... reading Summer's "vampire in europe" and the Stoker biography. There's a lot to be said for doing some self study, and learning about how people supose things to be. Now, a few hours later, I have finished reading the biography. Many amazing things, like the links between the vampire and Irish culture and myths, and the cholera epidemics. But over-all, it is disappointing. It is a biography of Henry Irving, his boss, told through Stoker's life. I wish I had more of him, even if he was a bore, and less of Irving, and other people the author uses to try and show that Stoker was 'in with the in crowd.' The poem of the night... I leave you with my latest deprication "Decayed Expectations" Close-couched divinations cast cruel bones on infectious desires as the feral chorus gambols for the soiled, patched robes of a makeshift deity not worth crucifying. Stripped pink and naked, but for sun burnt face and hands, blood seeps from a self-inflicted scrape below your breast, as your homemade crown of barbwire thorns slowly unravels: bride stripped bare, gashed hymen's memory of luscious autumnal blood flowing tears, broken by the lash of unspoken regret. Decayed expectations hover hallowed; lost spirits of vampiral longings crow laments to Dionysian rapes of sidereal fancy. Your eyes, sunken in victim's retreat, scout the lost horizons, a broken survivor of inhuman longing, separated from eternity by suburban mysteries of injected rock star mythologies. I kiss your bloodied tears of a suicide's regret; cup your quivering breast in my ruddy claws in a lover's caress; break your heart with spoken words of censure at your immortal longings for an endless tomorrow. Our lips quiver, together touching casual skin too often shared in panicked musings of another night of repentant justification. Our bodies, naked but for our concealed horrors, hearts laid bare when my mind caresses the stories of your sordid loves. Skin touches skin, eyes touch eyes, windowing souls broken under the weight of a memory of posthumous regard. Your sex, my sex, stalled by the history of passed passion; my tongue speak new words of silent passion to your ecstasy screams of joy. 12/14/2000 Looking at Nathan/Morapheum's Shadow. It is SO nice when people take care of their poetry and give it some thought and respect. I wish he spent more time checking the pictures. I notice that though the poetry is thoughtfully edited, and all the pictures of him work, the pictures of the cute girl at the bottom is a broken link. Is he trying to tell us something? or her? Hmmmm.... It is far too tough for me to read a whole story online, let alone an essy, so they will have to stay for another time. But I must say that when someone honestly presents themselves to the world, you get a feeling for it. That's why I love personal web pages... Thanks Nathan. Other news? Well, the image is broken sort of, but it is cute. ShortGoth was teasing me about my stealing this picture. I guess I need my own copyrighted pictures. Don't you? SIGN MY BLOODY GUEST BOOK! 12/13/2000 Wow. I spent a bit of the evening visiting Spazz and everyone on his virtual environment. It is a strange experience to meet people who have heard of you, but you have not met. Very weird. 12/12/2000
Ifound a wonderful site. I was visiting the links at Sarah's VDA site voting page (To vote for this page click on the big black link below.). One of the links it is to blood and coffee by the insubordinate kelandris. From there I found the link I want to mention http://www.gothgoose.net. Need I say more? After losing most of a bloody good blog last night, I've started writing my journal in a notepad, and pasting it here. It is amazing how slowly I learn. Don't forget to check out yesterday's postings. They're much more interesting that what happened today. Just click on the numbers from 7 to 12.4 on the left. 12.2 = the second week of december. I'm going to get a better strategy for 2001. I promise. Saint SG thought that Durham Red is a lass of similar stuff to me, see the new icon to the left. Sweet. I wish! But I do like her style, and choice of dinner partners: those who wish, and those who deserve to leave life behind. But perhaps Dolores (see yesterday) is the woman for me. There are problems with a woman who men fear, though. Dolores is adored, and feared, not protected, but she's still isolated, on the fringes, with no voice of her own. I have a voice! And teeth to go with them. I've been reading a biography of Bram Stoker, sent, along with the Summers book I mentioned a couple of days ago. Stoker's friends and family were SO cool. He was friends with Oscar Wilde's parents wrote wonderful sounding books on Irish mystical wierdness. I never even knew that there was a female Irish vampire called Dearg-due ('red blood sucker'). So, perhaps if the Jewish side of me can't provide a progenitor the Irish can. Oh, and Sheridan Le Fanu was the owner of a paper that Stoker was the theatre critic for. Le Fanau wrote "Carmilla". To me, the interesting point was that they were both Protestants. A power elite in a Catholic country. When I read Dracula, I felt the same quaint distain for the locals that those two would have felt for the 'superstitious' Catholics. And Stoker's first story drafts were about cholera epidemic and faery stories in Sligo County, Ireland, as his mother used to tell him.. Coool! More research required, I don't know if the Irish side of my family was catholic at the time or not. 12/11/2000 12/10/2000 I just posted the poem I've been working on, to the other V. group I belong to: eGroups : vampire-discussion. It will piss someone off. I sometimes get the feeling that there's an undercurrent of eurocentricism in the V. community. Not enough funk. Here it is. I can't dance, but I can... hmmm. [Apologies in advance to people with good taste. I got started, and couldn't stop. Thanks to my friend Michele for providing me with move rhyming words... something like 120.] Immortal House Immortality: something that's just subjective; Without mortality to be corrective, Immortality is maledictive Copyright 2000 S^2 I spent the evening on ICQ chatting with *Princess*. This wonderful lass who carries her castle in her heart, has broken from the fetters of her medieval prision, and fled to a new palace, apparently full of wonderful courtiers and friends and festive light. My dull rainy evening seems brighter when ever her enthusiasm comes to me over the net. I certainly never went to any highschool like that! And I'm working on some really baaad poetry. Getting fun. Thanks to Michele who gave me a rhyming good time. Oh, before I forgette Hello Everyone. I am just testing to see if I can still know how to use this blog. You can not notice me. Esme This man is a peach: http://i.am/shortgoth. It makes you want to put up with 15 frames, and 2 pop up windows of advertizements. 12/9/2000 I got PRESENTS!!! Spazz the darling sent me a first edition of Montague Summers "The Vampire in Europe" published in 1928. Sure it is not authentic, but at least it is not abused by hollywood, and role playing games. A big smooch for Spazz! And QuantumGoth gave me another in an ongoing series of lectures on Internet and Net Security, entitled, "Why Sarah^2 is a Paranoid". I took notes. 12/8/2000 Bloody mess in town today. But lots of fun. I'm a wimp, and I watched from a distance, and saw less than CNN.com - World News did about the mess in Nice. 12/6/2000 I just got word from Spazz the POD that NetAuthor's E2K: a journal for the new literary paradigm is going to publish a short story he's been helping me with... in 2 parts in January. Pray for me. 12/4/2000 And for my good friend SG, I give you a poem: _QuantumGothic_
Me POD Spazz was chatting with myself, and informed me that he's brewing a batch of wine, that he's calling Kali's Blood in honor of myself. We've come across some reference to Sarah being a gypsie manifestation of Kali, so he said it was suitable. Fine with me. 12/2/2000
My friend *Princess* has achieved a remarkable goal. She has broken her fetters, overcome all obstacles, and in her carriage of gilt and diamonds hath broken the bonds that fettered her soul. Now free to charm the firmament, her voice is free amongst the heavens. 12/1/2000 I spent the night updating my poetry page. I've not got composition dates up yet, but there is finally a legend, and the new stuff is at the bottom. |