December 7th, 2013

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Wishlist for the Wordsmith 2013

For those folks who'd like to know what kind of holiday gifts would make me go SQUEE, here is my holiday wishlist. If you think that wishlists are tacky, this post is not addressed to you and you should skip it. Happy holidays, all.

My Amazon Books wishlist is up to date. Type in "Elizabeth Barrette" (there were two, last I checked; mine is the central Illinois entry).

Other good bets are things that don't matter if duplicated:
Austrian crystal window prisms, suncatchers, stained glass, ornaments made of mirror bits, other sparklies
Stickers, lasercuts, or paper for scrapbooking
Bookmarks
Things that glow in the dark
Dreamwidth points

Unique things:

If you live far from Illinois, local arts or crafts are a good idea.

Tiny animals carved from semi-precious stone.

One or two 12x12" nonstick cookie sheets or baking trays with a shallow edge. That's the interior size of my oven racks, and the trays that came with are definitely not nonstick.


Jewelry -- necklaces are probably easiest. I love colored semi-precious gemstones, Celtic knotwork, and Pagan motifs.

From the Particle Zoo, so far I have Dark Matter and I am most interested in adding a Higgs boson, a Graviton,
a Tachyon, a Strange Quark, and a Photon.

General parameters:
I think crowdfunding is cool. I love supporting artists, writers, and other creative folks. See some of my 2013 favorites.
I think homemade gifts are cool.
I think gift cards are cool. (Favorite bookstore: Barnes & Noble, and I can make use of Amazon. Favorite craft store: Michael's.)
Plain old money is also fine, especially for my friends outside the U.S.A. for whom conversion might be more convenient than shipping; I have a permanent PayPal button on my LiveJournal profile page. PLEASE include a note saying something like "Holiday gift for Ysabetwordsmith" so I can distinguish it from crowdfunding.
I strongly prefer paper books to electronic books.

My t-shirt size is Large. Preferred style is unisex/men's/unfitted.
My favorite color is blue, but I like most bright colors, and black. I hate pink.
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Poem: "Lost in the Fog"

This poem is spillover from the November 5, 2013 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] rosieknight. It also fills the "forgetting" square in my 8-13-13 card for the [community profile] origfic_bingo fest and the "caught in a robbery" square in my 8-12-13 card for the [community profile] hc_bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by [personal profile] technoshaman. It belongs to the series Polychrome Heroics.

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Poem: "Keep Our Christmas Merry Still"

This poem came out of the December 3, 2013 Poetry Fishbowl.  It was inspired by prompts from technoshaman, aldersprig, and ellenmillion.  It also fills the "passion" square on my 11-26-13 card for the Origfic Bingo fest.  This poem has been sponsored by technoshaman.  It belongs to the series Polychrome Heroics.



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Keep Our Christmas Merry Still

Clarity

For me, Christmas begins with lists:
addresses for greeting cards,
names for gift shopping,
things to pack for a trip.

The class schedule for next semester
is neatly outlined in the calendar,
days blocked out for Christmas break
between now and then.

I appreciate the vacation,
but the holiday just doesn't mean the same
to me as it does to other people.


Maze

Christmas is no less crowded
than Thanksgiving, although
the mix is a little different.

Aunt Dolores and Uncle Edgar
are here again, but Lynn and Kim
have gone to visit Kim's family instead.
My cousin Lucio has come with his wife Gina,
bringing my nephew Marcell and niece Mimi.
The four-year-old twins get into everything,
trying to find their presents early.

I used to love Christmas,
but this year it seems flat somehow --
the decorations less shiny,
the crèche just one more thing
for the kids to play with.


Mira

It's the decorations that draw me out,
yard after yard of garlands and tinsel,
mirrored ornaments on the tree
and holly wreaths on every door.

I hang the mistletoe,
put the angel on the tree,
and cut paper snowflakes
for Marcell and Mimi who are
still too young to play with scissors.

They get into one of the gift closets
but I fill it with illusions of mops and buckets
before they see anything they shouldn't.

I help with the wrapping,
roll after roll of colorful paper,
bags overflowing with ribbons and bows.
I love making everything look just right.

Sometimes I worry about Maze and Clarity,
who don't seem to be having much fun,
but I can have enough fun to share with everyone --
oh, and it's time to do the Christmas cookies
with silver balls and snowflake sugar!


Maze

I go to church because it's expected,
but nothing feels right anymore
and it's not what I remember.

It all seems pointless,
after all the crap that's happened this year,
and I can't help thinking about college
with the people I know there,
wondering if some supervillain
is going to shoot up the place while I'm away.

My family is here, though,
and I love them,
despite Russell kicking the pew
and driving me crazy.

It's good to be with people for the holidays.
I just wish it didn't have to be in church.
People keep giving me sidelong glances,
worried and disapproving, so maybe it shows.
I excuse myself to the bathroom.


Ham

"Let me out," I coax.
"You don't want this, and I do."

It's been so long since
I've come to church,
and I miss it.

"Come on," I say.
"I think in this situation,
I can fake being Maisie
better than you can."

Maze lets me come to the front,
and minch’ but I can't get out of the ladies' room
fast enough to suit me!

I settle into my seat and enjoy the service,
smooth warm words rolling over me
just as sweet as ever.

The stained-glass windows glimmer,
candlelight dancing over the colors,
and I know that Mira would like them.

Bittersweet incense hangs in the air,
the scent of frankincense and myrrh.
Those were gifts for the Christ child,
I recall, along with the gold.

The priest speaks about the difficulties
that Mary and Joseph faced
on the road to Bethlehem.

The cross catches my eye,
a sad reminder of His death
even as we celebrate His birth --

and then Keane is pushing at me,
wanting a turn up front.
Startled, I let him come.


Keane

I slip forward, softly,
not moving in body so that
no one will notice.

The crucifix is big and beautiful,
almost life-sized above the altar,
painted with bright colors --
there is purple for passion
among the white of His wrappings,
along with the red of blood.

This is a God I can get along with,
someone who understands suffering,
who can take pain and give it a purpose.

So much has happened this year
to me and my headmates
that it's hard to keep up,
hard to process everything.

Jesus knows what it's like to be torn up,
to try saving people only to find
that some of them can't or won't be saved,
and maybe it's blasphemy but I can't help thinking
a crown of thorns or a superhero's mask
might not be so different after all.

It's just another kind of passion.


Clement

When the priest comes to the part
about Mary giving birth in a stable,
I give Keane a gentle nudge
and he lets me out to listen.

This is the kind of thing I can relate to,
dealing with an emergency
in a place not at all suited to it,
doing the best you can with what you have.

The Bible doesn't mention much,
but there are other sources --
the Infancy Gospel of James
with Salome and another midwife,
and a painting of "Mary and the Midwives"
in which two black women give comfort --
so I know I'm not the only one
who thinks about these things.

While the Three Wise Men
were bringing gifts fit for a king,
there must have been women
bringing gifts fit for a baby
and a nervous new mother:
the swaddling clothes and diapers,
hot water, a fresh dress,
and something to eat.

God is a little too abstract for me,
but give me Mary and her midwives,
and I can make sense of that,
see why Jesus turned out to be
such a healer and so determined
to help the downtrodden.


Clarity

The house is full of chaos,
with the twins climbing over everything,
Uncle Edgar clearly intoxicated
and Aunt Dolores trying to keep him
away from the rest of the eggnog.

Lucio finally corrals the kids on the couch,
and Gina reads them a story
about "The Littlest Angel."

I look up at the top of the Christmas tree
where the angel perches, a porcelain doll
wrapped in white satin and gold ribbon,
a beaded halo crowning her upswept hair
framed by wings of genuine feathers.
She holds a light in each hand
to guide the way.

I think people overdo it with personification
of numinous forces.  Some things
aren't meant to be understood.

Idly I flip through another book
that Gina has left on the coffee table,
a full-color guide to angels.

One entry in particular intrigues me --
Metatron, the heavenly scribe,
whose name means "beyond the matrix."
He sits before the throne of God,
outside the ranks of the other angels,
mysterious and powerful.

If God is transcendent,
beyond mortal comprehension,
it's no wonder that people seek
other images to admire.
Not everyone is as comfortable
as I am with abstractions.

Reading further, I discover that
Metatron is the guardian of the Tree of Life,
who helps people discover their spiritual powers,
learn how to use them and make the world a better place.

I can't help laughing:
he's the angel of superheroes.


Maze

It's quieter now, although Russell
is beeping away on a handheld game.
Anna leafs through the angel book
that Gina left on the coffee table.
I can hear my parents in the kitchen,
talking over plans for the New Year.

Marcell and Mimi have conked out on the couch,
their tired parents flanking them like bookends,
and I can't blame them -- Christmas is exhausting.

I love my family, but sometimes
it's hard to be with them,
when the inside of me
is such a jumble.

I slip away to the bedroom.
Hopefully no one will miss me.


Mira

I tiptoe through our inner space,
knocking on each of the doors --
Clarity's white with its clear crystal knob,
Maze's warm wood with a real brass maze
holding the security chain in place,
and all the rest.

"Come on," I urge.  "It's Christmastime
and we're family too -- we should be together.
Everyone gather in the living room."

It's a space that Clement made for us,
so that we could talk things out
instead of being stuck in our own rooms.
Even though I didn't create this place,
it's still part of the house that is my head,
so I can influence it if I concentrate.

I turn around so I can see their faces
as they spot the new addition to the room,
and it's worth it -- surprise and joy --
as they all crowd around it.

The Christmas tree is small.
It's not covered in tinsel and ornaments,
topped with an angel or a star,
nor surrounded by a pile of presents.

Its only decoration is tiny points of light,
shimmering through a slow change of colors
like sunlight on new-fallen snow.

Something simple.
Something we can all share.

Before I know it,
we're all holding hands
around the little Christmas tree.

"Okay," says Keane,
"I feel better now,"
and everyone nods.

No matter how cold the winter gets
or how sharp the wind that cuts,
we'll keep our Christmas merry still.

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Notes:

The title comes from this quote:
Heap on the wood! -- the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We'll keep our Christmas merry still
.
-- Sir Walter Scott

Clarity experiences the holidays through organization.  If you don't have a Clarity, try a Christmas planner.

Depression or spiritual drought can make the holidays fall flat.  Maze is upset because she expects things to be like Maisie's memories, and they aren't anymore, because those feelings have gotten divided up amongst the headmates.  Maze has the family feelings, but she hasn't adjusted to the changes yet and doesn't fully realize this is "her" share of the festive appreciation.

A crèche is a nativity scene.  Small children often treat it as a Baby Jesus Playset.

Mira revels in the holiday trappings.  Decorating Christmas cookies is a popular family tradition including such delights as silver dragees and sparkling sugar.

Minch’ is Italian slang for "wow."

Ham enjoys church as a community and place of worship, as well as a spiritual experience.  There are tips for getting the most out of church.

Keane focuses on the passion of Christ, seeking common ground with an intimately personal concept of deity.  The intensity of his emotions shows as his attention snags on the bright purple for passion and red for blood.  Keane appreciates how Jesus understands pain, which helps him find meaning in suffering.

Clement concentrates on the event of childbirth central to Christmas, given his interest in healing.  There are indeed references to the midwife Salome helping Mary and JesusThe Gospel of the Infancy is real.  "Mary and the Midwives" is a painting; see a larger version.

"The Littlest Angel" is a famous story appearing in book and movie form, about the value of humanity and gifts from the heart.

Christmas angels are popular decorations.  Here is the one on Damask's family tree.

Metatron is a particularly enigmatic angel.  "Beyond the matrix" is just one possible translation for his name, and he has many duties.

Clarity conceives of God as abstract, transcendent, and mysterious.  That's too confusing for most people to grasp -- hence the popularity of more humanized versions -- but it works fine for Clarity.

This is Clarity's door within their shared headspace.

The tree in their internal living room resembles a fiber-optic Christmas tree.

technoshaman reminded me that the final scene touches on the same motifs as How the Grinch Stole Christmas, which you can read online, with regard to the meaning of Christmas.  Also worth considering is the role of restorative justice in that story, particularly in the context of a superhero whose powers encompass compassion and healing as much as combat.  I didn't know I was writing these bits when I wrote this poem, but there they are, and I have deep readers who can spot things like that.

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Call for Prompts

[personal profile] elizabethconall has opened her December fiction fishbowl with a theme of "music and song titles."  There's a fabulous perk poem already posted, "this is why I tell stories (let it crumble)."

Also worth reading is "Green Revolution," the October freebie recently posted, which I prompted.