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fellowshippers2004-09-25 10:21 pm
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Lament
Bean/Monaghan/Boyd, Elijah POV
PG Angstish
After reading shaenie and Jenn Abiding and Fucksome Trio all morning,
and trying to write papers for school.
Lament
I hadn't heard it for years, actually, the soundtrack for Fellowship. Not my thing, in real life, although Howard did a stunning job, and the symphony-man-fabulous. Wicked, really, magic. Evocative.
Evocative. Evoke: verb transitive, from the Latin: e "out" and vocare "to call". I didn't know this was all in here: "Torment, and loud lament, and furious rage" (to quote Milton, the blind poet. Don't you love homeschooling?) until "The Departure of Boromir" called it forth. I was blind. Like Boromir: "I did not see." Not even in memory.
That was a hard week, over one hundred degrees, falling off the viewing platform over and over, confronting Aragorn, running down the hill, waiting for Dom to remember his lines, and Billy to stop laughing at me falling. I didn't register, really, how hard that week was for the others: I mean, it was sort of fun to get away from Beanie/Boromir, to make that little Gollum "No!" face and put the Ring on, and stumble, laughing at the leaves and twigs in his hair. I did not see.
That week marked the end of their fellowship, Boromir's and Merry's and Pippin's: Sean's and Dom's and Billy's. The Hobbits lost their Man. He fell, to protect them, to buy time. Trying not to leave New Zealand so much earlier than the rest, not to lose this warmth and play and companionship, this open space, this harmony. Trying not to abandon them to torment and death. Trying to keep his honor. He never said a word, and neither did they, and after a week, they came back to me, and I never said a word, either.
I'd only remembered they were very prickly after Bean left: quieter and more closed, intimidating, in a way. But now I understand: lament, and furious rage, unvoiced.
Their lament, for Boromir.
PG Angstish
After reading shaenie and Jenn Abiding and Fucksome Trio all morning,
and trying to write papers for school.
Lament
I hadn't heard it for years, actually, the soundtrack for Fellowship. Not my thing, in real life, although Howard did a stunning job, and the symphony-man-fabulous. Wicked, really, magic. Evocative.
Evocative. Evoke: verb transitive, from the Latin: e "out" and vocare "to call". I didn't know this was all in here: "Torment, and loud lament, and furious rage" (to quote Milton, the blind poet. Don't you love homeschooling?) until "The Departure of Boromir" called it forth. I was blind. Like Boromir: "I did not see." Not even in memory.
That was a hard week, over one hundred degrees, falling off the viewing platform over and over, confronting Aragorn, running down the hill, waiting for Dom to remember his lines, and Billy to stop laughing at me falling. I didn't register, really, how hard that week was for the others: I mean, it was sort of fun to get away from Beanie/Boromir, to make that little Gollum "No!" face and put the Ring on, and stumble, laughing at the leaves and twigs in his hair. I did not see.
That week marked the end of their fellowship, Boromir's and Merry's and Pippin's: Sean's and Dom's and Billy's. The Hobbits lost their Man. He fell, to protect them, to buy time. Trying not to leave New Zealand so much earlier than the rest, not to lose this warmth and play and companionship, this open space, this harmony. Trying not to abandon them to torment and death. Trying to keep his honor. He never said a word, and neither did they, and after a week, they came back to me, and I never said a word, either.
I'd only remembered they were very prickly after Bean left: quieter and more closed, intimidating, in a way. But now I understand: lament, and furious rage, unvoiced.
Their lament, for Boromir.