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Name: Kate
Birthday: 11/17/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: God, ballet, friends, Lord of the Rings, books in general (esp. historical fiction), musicals of all sorts, having a good time being the number one nerd and the coolest ballerina EVER (haha)
Expertise: Dancing, Lord of the Rings Trivial Pursuit (that's right!!), making a complete utter and total fool of myself,writing (historical fiction) and more currently,writing screenplays, pretending I'm a good filmmaker, eating lots of food to feed my internal fat woman, procrastination, Gone With The Wind trivia and also my mad hip hop skills...because I've got soul.... (this is a joke)
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
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AIM:  Undomiel evnstar
AIM:  pointeshoetutu
Member Since:
3/11/2004
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| I have put off reading Harry Potter until now because I know what it will do to me.
But now... now I cannot!!! I cannot stay away and I must begin the re-read. I must begin to gear up my mind and make myself crazy...
just looking upon the cover of the book, I am convulsed by spasms. Signing onto Mugglenet or The Leaky Cauldron, something I have not allowed myself to do until now, reading the questions about book 7, reading the JKR interview, tears are ACTUALLY COMING TO MY EYES. I am about to open Book 1...enter the WORLD, go to HOGWARTS... oh my gosh I cannot stand it!!! ARGH. I feel like I am going to explode with emotion.
I am not your average fan here. This is something intensely, deeply personal. I refuse to see the movies because they are not related to my world of Harry Potter. They would be a distraction from this...this. Incredibly intense emotion I cannot begin to describe.
HOW CAN IT BE ENDING?????? HOW??????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
I. PERSONALLY. Am going to be the one ending it. By turning the LAST PAGE, using MY OWN HAND to do it. To end this. There is no way to describe how amazing this world is in a few words, in fact, the exact number of words it requires is the number of words in all the books. That is the definition. It cannot be shortened or explained or described. I just have to read the words...
The Boy Who Lived
...and I am there.
Why are we not in London, Jackie?? This was our plan!!! DAMMIT.
Why am I not at Hogwarts????????????????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!
This deep longing is something I love in my massochistic way, the same way I love crying in movies. The power of Harry Potter, of JK Rowling, is that she has created a world I long for, that I can experience this intensely painful yet incredibly joyful emotion of Desire for a place utterly defined by everything I love. This is more than just amazing writing...it is more than just a cool world or interesting tricks...it something residing close to my soul...something that makes me feel completely powerless and almost insane...until I turn back to my books and am there. Never again will I experience that "first time" after I read Book 7...it is something to be cherished and kept secure and enjoyed. It is our last voyage into the unknown, our last thrillling, exciting, spine tingling, gut wrenching, SOB inducing, laughter invoking, thoroughly British experience with Harry and Ron and Hermione and the Weasleys and Hogwarts and McGonnagal and Filch! and Mrs. Norris and HAGRID and Grawp and the Quidditch field and Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs and Zacharias Smith and the Hog's Head and the DA and the Room of Requirement and Dobby and the kitchens and the Society for the Protection of Elvish Welfare and the library and Madam Pince and the Restricted Section and Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley and Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans and Hedwig and Snape and Potions and Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts and Lupin and the Marauders and Bubble-Head Charms and the Order of the Phoenix and St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Tonks and even Sirius and Dumbledore and the North Tower and Trewlaney and prophecies and Horcruxes and love and the COMMON ROOM and Fawkes and the Snitch and....EVERYTHING. Everything.
I cannot describe this. I'm just. Overjoyed and completely distraught. A collection of emotions bound together in another world and in mine....
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| White and clear pure portal,
brighter than flame though
night shad'wd, now lone in a
black glass, fingered wisps-
away. Sand wet, shore pack'd,
an amber brilliance.
Heels slap
to push grinding
hull, ship released,
skimming, pushing, through the
foam beating lost shore:
chalky, elemental
earth well met by waves
and wind; from this foam did
Venus spring. Indeed most
masters of fate gather
here as I stand now
on vessel's brink. Yearning
look we'll reach this eve.
Creak of speed as sails catch
night watcher's breath, land
neglected, nothing strong or
still in black currents,
save unscarred luna's face,
healer, transformer,
master here of winds 'neath
the water; gateway
to home of winged sprites
stark gardens growing
nascent flames of crystal:
they burst to life as
night flow'rs. Our lives brief in
wooden halls, theirs as
much, celestial. They thrive
in the thin fabric
woven and cleav'd to the
surface of worlds both:
this sea still and dark save
our fairy's circle
formed by ope'd portal's glow,
source of dust mirrored
here and yet real in
the
far, the other sea.
No wake left, no rudder
needed to steer the
path 'tween pagan lights and
grey smoke, drifting ev'r.
Then beyond, light remains.
The mast has found the
break, ship reaches at last
the ev'r fleeing dust
of magic, shimmering,
spark'd as liquid gems
below water's surface,
never to be reached
until now, bow catching
nova. Worlds breached
in soul-lifting gust; in
that other sea, voyage
will continue. Compass
seeks ever this light
once governing tides and
bounden creatures-now
the source of power for
druids, gleaming arch
to Valhalla, to lands
undying, to circle's
end and story's start, the
eternal mystery,
fountain of savage hearts,
a magic free and
neverending, yet owned
in all by this one. | | |
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| We even did a British timed writing today in English!!
OH!! And guess what? At Columbia you can spend your Junior Year at Oxford.
I'm so planning on doing that.
When I get into Columbia......
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