In a Malta trance

My brain has been eaten by that Mediterranean island south of Sicily.

I seem to have three concurrent Malta-fics boiling away on the stove. Last night I fucking dreamed of Brad and Orli. Wtf 111 @_@. I don't even *like* Brad! What's he doing invading my head?

*sighs*

I started reading the Iliad. This is for educational purposes only, of course, not to feed my demented fantasy life. Hah. And I've read versions, of course, but somehow (shock, horror) never the original thing itself. However, the only translation we seem to have in the house is a German one dating back to 1781. It is proving hard going.

(Must buy more up-to-date translation!)

So I embarked on Rosemary Sutcliff's Black Ships before Troy which I found on the children's bookshelf. It's illustrated by none other than Alan Lee. (Yes, he of Jackson-Tolkien-fame.) But it is so tragic! (Which I realise is a completely ridiculous and tautological insight because wasn't it Homer who *defined* tragedy for all other latecomers but there we are.) It's a strange and resonant epic: all about war but not warmongering.

( Pics that others have posted recently and that have addled my brain further )

Sheldrake! Belinda!

sheldrake, hope you're okay! You haven't been here in a bit.

Ditto eyebrowofdoom: Where are you? Are you all right??

I get worried when people don't appear. :-(

On narrative

( homodiegesis vs heterodiegesis )

The sounds of sodomy

Oh my Lucifer, blithesea has sent me some sound clips of Jed Brophy fucking.

Well, sort of. But almost! *scrapes self off floor*

And also Jed with ruduculously deggy NZ eccunt! But most edoreble!!!

*ties self to computer, Odysseus-like, to listen to the siren-like sounds of Jed*

(Odysseus! I've got Homer on my brain.)

EDIT: How absurd. I forgot to put the link when I first posted this. The sounds are here.