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Roses and Star Wars
May. 23rd, 2005 08:55 amLook to the Rose that blows about us..."Lo,
"Laughing," She says "Into the world I blow;
"At once the silken tassel of my purse
"Tear, and its treasure on the garden throw."
- The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayam
Today is the ancient Roman festival of Rosalia, feast of roses. The Romans loved them, and legends tell of unfortunate peasants being forced to cultivate roses for orgies rather than crops. This was cited as a terrible example of Roman prowess being ruined by declining standards and the rise of poovery! What kind of empire prefers roses to fighting? The kind I would prefer to live in, but then I am a hippy chick at heart.
I have not heard much about the Roman rose in Britain. Legend says the flower made its way to England via the middle-east, though most now are descended from exquisite Chinese hybrids. The rose has come a long way though there are some strange new anomalies among them; What is the point of roses with no perfume and no thorns? And then there are those peculiar double-blooms resembling bulldog faces; the parallel between rose and vulva is a gentle poetic one, but a bush of miniature labias in the garden is a bit too Lewis Carroll, even for me.
Speaking of Empires (tenuous link; like I care!) We saw Revenge of the Sith last night. Could have been worse. It is certainly the star of the prequals, though admittedly that's not saying much.
Lucas universe is a strange place isn't it? Attack of the Clones was about the last two shags in the galaxy (btw, if it ever occurs that you and I are the only decent sex to be found among the planets, I will obviously want to keep it platonic and tell you so repeatedly while looking devastating in leather corsetry and spending all my time alone with you. It's not like I thrive on sexual tension or anything) Revenge of the Sith was about the only two intellects inhabiting the same brain desert; One's a sith lord, the other's a sentient artichoke. I would be confused too, until I saw the artichoke fight. Whoever played Anakin was all right in his attempts at brooding, a little bit Macbeth, a little bit Hamlet - sort of MacHam I suppose.
Whatever. I wouldn't need to see it again, but it was OK.
So much for all that. This is a great day to buy somebody some roses, especially if that somebody is having their wisdom teeth taken out in two hours time...
"Laughing," She says "Into the world I blow;
"At once the silken tassel of my purse
"Tear, and its treasure on the garden throw."
- The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayam
Today is the ancient Roman festival of Rosalia, feast of roses. The Romans loved them, and legends tell of unfortunate peasants being forced to cultivate roses for orgies rather than crops. This was cited as a terrible example of Roman prowess being ruined by declining standards and the rise of poovery! What kind of empire prefers roses to fighting? The kind I would prefer to live in, but then I am a hippy chick at heart.
I have not heard much about the Roman rose in Britain. Legend says the flower made its way to England via the middle-east, though most now are descended from exquisite Chinese hybrids. The rose has come a long way though there are some strange new anomalies among them; What is the point of roses with no perfume and no thorns? And then there are those peculiar double-blooms resembling bulldog faces; the parallel between rose and vulva is a gentle poetic one, but a bush of miniature labias in the garden is a bit too Lewis Carroll, even for me.
Speaking of Empires (tenuous link; like I care!) We saw Revenge of the Sith last night. Could have been worse. It is certainly the star of the prequals, though admittedly that's not saying much.
Lucas universe is a strange place isn't it? Attack of the Clones was about the last two shags in the galaxy (btw, if it ever occurs that you and I are the only decent sex to be found among the planets, I will obviously want to keep it platonic and tell you so repeatedly while looking devastating in leather corsetry and spending all my time alone with you. It's not like I thrive on sexual tension or anything) Revenge of the Sith was about the only two intellects inhabiting the same brain desert; One's a sith lord, the other's a sentient artichoke. I would be confused too, until I saw the artichoke fight. Whoever played Anakin was all right in his attempts at brooding, a little bit Macbeth, a little bit Hamlet - sort of MacHam I suppose.
Whatever. I wouldn't need to see it again, but it was OK.
So much for all that. This is a great day to buy somebody some roses, especially if that somebody is having their wisdom teeth taken out in two hours time...
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