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Since it's been a number of months (and because I just finished a song rework that was being uncooperative), I thought I ought to post again.  I hope to have more time for fandom again after the holiday season, but in the meantime, please enjoy the song rework and three short poems.

First, the song rework.  Call this "Nobody's Fault" in a not-quite-duet.
"From a Distance" )

Next, House's perspective on the events of the episode.  This one is unusual for me: I write very few villanelles, since this particular French verse form is difficult to render well in English.  It's also in second person, which I hadn't experimented with before.  Still, I'm pleased with the result.
"Parallels" )

Switching to Chase's perspective, this is a jump rope poem, set during his yet-unwritten rehab/recovery period.
"Adapting" )

Finally, a triolet.  This is a form I learned relatively recently, but its circular structure seemed to suit the subject: Chase in early recovery, learning to manage a wheelchair.
"Around Again" )
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Sorry for having disappeared for a while: processing the finale took longer than I'd have liked.

I could devote a few paragraphs to the infuriating illogic of the thing (beginning with the terminal thymoma and ending with House's magical escape from infernal doom), but others already have, and there's no point in replicating their efforts.  I will say I'd hoped for something better than a parade of hallucinations and a reprise of the perennial arguments, but I never expected to be satisfied: my narrative preferences diverged from the canon writers' long ago.

Still, I've always loved the characters, even when the stories written for them appalled me, so I have no plans to go anywhere.  The larger projects I've put aside all semester are ready to return to, and I'm hoping to complete at least one of them before another year of graduate school pulls me under.  Currently, my dæmonverse looks as though it'll claim first priority (as a matter of trivia for those interested, my list of dæmon assignations has been updated to include Adams, Amber, Park and Stacy.  Of those, it was necessary to pin Amber's down, since she'll appear in "Interweaving").

Finally—so there's something of substance in this entry—have a metanarrative poem.  These are my own words to the characters, post-finale.  (And I disclaim the phrase "further up and further in," which is from C.S. Lewis' The Last Battle.)

Further Up and Further In

This is where all tales begin
(Further up and further in):
Kiss a dying world goodbye
(Time to fall, and falling, fly).
Rules that cannot break can bend
(All your lives were just pretend).
Time is winding to a close
(Tell me how your story goes):
Time to travel past the door
(Don’t you know that’s what you’re for?).
Losses fade; it’s not too late
(Time to find a kinder fate).

Time to fall, and falling, fly—
Tell me how your story goes.
Time to find a kinder fate:
Don’t you know that’s what you’re for?
All your lives were just pretend.
Further up and further in,
Find yourselves remade.  Begin.

lit_luminary: (In my image (sort of))
Title: Spell-Weaving
Author: lit_luminary
Rating: G
Summary: Chase's thoughts immediately before easing House's pain for the first time in "Principles of Growth."
Notes: This is a form invented by an LJ user, who calls it a "jump rope poem."  More information on the form here if desired.

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