Sunday, October 23, 2005

'Softly,' he said, 'I will mangle your mind..'

Happy Halloween! Finally in time *big big big grin* Woooooot!!! big project this time round, with a brand spanking new radio-blog and some tweaks on links. *grin* also made my first transparent gif (yes, i know, i'm slow). *grin* The guy in the 'dandy top hat', to quote Xephyris, is Count Cain from Kaori Yuki's Cain series. Had been planning to use this picture for ages, and I finally got down to doing it *lol* Picture and brush credits on the side bar; radio blog requires a bit of scrolling, sorry, since i didn't know where to put it. *grin* I promise the next layout will feature it prominently.

Hope you like! Text is dark, but hey, it's halloween!!! *grin* Accompanied by suitably dark music. Feel free to play around with the songs. Enjoy, and do comment! ^_^

edit: took me ages to debug the code of the RadioBLog. Someone should really update the bloody help files &*%^$#!!!!! all those stupid sytax and typo errors. If not for the fact that i have a sort of working knowledge of programming, I would never figure the damn thing out. *sigh*

edit2: just repaired/installed my guestbook (the old one got erased) so if you guys will be so kind to sign it... *grin* click here or go to the link at the side. The layout sucks, i know, will do somethign about it later. *lol* too lazy to actually edit it. *grin* Thanks for signing, if you do ^^

Finally, to top it off, a gorgeous poem by D. H. Lawrence. Read it out loud, and you'll find that you can almost hear the piano playing...

Piano

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.

In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.

So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.

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