dangermousie: (BSG: Lee by syliasyliasylia)


If I were to think of something that shaped my preferences in fiction probably for the rest of my life, the BBC series Robin of Sherwood is very very near the top. I was seven when I first saw it and I was a goner. I spent the summar playing "Robin and Marian" and was fixated by the story. On a more shallow note, I wanted to have an outfit like Marian's :) They replayed it when I was 13 or so and I loved it even more. And finally, I got my hands on the DVDs a few years ago, half-excited and half full of trepidation. So many things I thought were wonderful in my childhood turned out not so when seen through adult eyes. What if this was going to be another one of them?

Luckily for me, this was not to be. I loved RoS even more as a grown-up (and yay, Mr. Mousie liked it too). But what struck me even more was how many of my fictional tastes (not to say kinks) seem to have first been discovered by me via RoS, when I didn't even know that's what I liked. Everything, from a rebel against the system (and an angry hero) and a strong heroine to hurt-comfort and men with medieval weapons and angst. I am forced to conclude this RoS was responsible for all of this :)

Oh, and yeah, it was probably also the start of my unreasonable devotion to fictional characters. Even without the excuse of emotionality of childhood, on rewatch, I cried so hard at the end of S2, Mr. Mousie had to get a kleenex box and comfort me. And I confess I never watched S3 because I don't think I ever got past the trauma. Yup, I am a wimp.

Anyway, this is a long-winded way to say that I've started rewatching RoS and plan to post my thoughts and caps on it as I go along. Oh, how I love this series! The fact that Michael Praed is one of the most handsome men I've ever laid eyes on doesn't hurt. I really really recommend it. Provided 80s-type haircuts on ladies don't bug you, this is perfect. It's my favorite take on Robin Hood in any media, and I have never yet seen (with the possible exception of Hong Gil Dong) a take that is that unflinching about hopelessness of that world and lack of glamor, and yet the necessity to fight on even when you know it's hopeless.

Caps and thoughts )

And then I went to bed, but not before posting above.

And not related to anything above, but here is one of my favorite songs ever.

dangermousie: (BSG: Lee by syliasyliasylia)


If I were to think of something that shaped my preferences in fiction probably for the rest of my life, the BBC series Robin of Sherwood is very very near the top. I was seven when I first saw it and I was a goner. I spent the summar playing "Robin and Marian" and was fixated by the story. On a more shallow note, I wanted to have an outfit like Marian's :) They replayed it when I was 13 or so and I loved it even more. And finally, I got my hands on the DVDs a few years ago, half-excited and half full of trepidation. So many things I thought were wonderful in my childhood turned out not so when seen through adult eyes. What if this was going to be another one of them?

Luckily for me, this was not to be. I loved RoS even more as a grown-up (and yay, Mr. Mousie liked it too). But what struck me even more was how many of my fictional tastes (not to say kinks) seem to have first been discovered by me via RoS, when I didn't even know that's what I liked. Everything, from a rebel against the system (and an angry hero) and a strong heroine to hurt-comfort and men with medieval weapons and angst. I am forced to conclude this RoS was responsible for all of this :)

Oh, and yeah, it was probably also the start of my unreasonable devotion to fictional characters. Even without the excuse of emotionality of childhood, on rewatch, I cried so hard at the end of S2, Mr. Mousie had to get a kleenex box and comfort me. And I confess I never watched S3 because I don't think I ever got past the trauma. Yup, I am a wimp.

Anyway, this is a long-winded way to say that I've started rewatching RoS and plan to post my thoughts and caps on it as I go along. Oh, how I love this series! The fact that Michael Praed is one of the most handsome men I've ever laid eyes on doesn't hurt. I really really recommend it. Provided 80s-type haircuts on ladies don't bug you, this is perfect. It's my favorite take on Robin Hood in any media, and I have never yet seen (with the possible exception of Hong Gil Dong) a take that is that unflinching about hopelessness of that world and lack of glamor, and yet the necessity to fight on even when you know it's hopeless.

Caps and thoughts )

And then I went to bed, but not before posting above.

And not related to anything above, but here is one of my favorite songs ever.

dangermousie: (BSG: Lee by syliasyliasylia)


If I were to think of something that shaped my preferences in fiction probably for the rest of my life, the BBC series Robin of Sherwood is very very near the top. I was seven when I first saw it and I was a goner. I spent the summar playing "Robin and Marian" and was fixated by the story. On a more shallow note, I wanted to have an outfit like Marian's :) They replayed it when I was 13 or so and I loved it even more. And finally, I got my hands on the DVDs a few years ago, half-excited and half full of trepidation. So many things I thought were wonderful in my childhood turned out not so when seen through adult eyes. What if this was going to be another one of them?

Luckily for me, this was not to be. I loved RoS even more as a grown-up (and yay, Mr. Mousie liked it too). But what struck me even more was how many of my fictional tastes (not to say kinks) seem to have first been discovered by me via RoS, when I didn't even know that's what I liked. Everything, from a rebel against the system (and an angry hero) and a strong heroine to hurt-comfort and men with medieval weapons and angst. I am forced to conclude this RoS was responsible for all of this :)

Oh, and yeah, it was probably also the start of my unreasonable devotion to fictional characters. Even without the excuse of emotionality of childhood, on rewatch, I cried so hard at the end of S2, Mr. Mousie had to get a kleenex box and comfort me. And I confess I never watched S3 because I don't think I ever got past the trauma. Yup, I am a wimp.

Anyway, this is a long-winded way to say that I've started rewatching RoS and plan to post my thoughts and caps on it as I go along. Oh, how I love this series! The fact that Michael Praed is one of the most handsome men I've ever laid eyes on doesn't hurt. I really really recommend it. Provided 80s-type haircuts on ladies don't bug you, this is perfect. It's my favorite take on Robin Hood in any media, and I have never yet seen (with the possible exception of Hong Gil Dong) a take that is that unflinching about hopelessness of that world and lack of glamor, and yet the necessity to fight on even when you know it's hopeless.

Caps and thoughts )

And then I went to bed, but not before posting above.

And not related to anything above, but here is one of my favorite songs ever.

dangermousie: (MoL feet by ameyadevi)
I really love this poem, and it's an excellent translation.

******

I love you now, in fact,
And I don't hold it back.
It's not "before", not "after" - your rays set me afire.
Whether I weep or I smile
I love you in this while,-
the future I don't want, the past I don't desire.

"I loved you" (in the past)
is worse than breathing last.
My wings are cut, and I'm restrained by tender feeling,
although the greatest poet stated once:
"I was in love with you - my love may still be living"…

As if it were disavowed, faded,
for it implies compassion, condescension,
it's what one feels for overthrown kings.
There is regret in it for something outdated,
subsided striving, softened aspiration
and disbelief in "love you" kind of things.

My current love has got
no detriment, no spot.
My age is under way - I want no venesection!
At this continuous present I do not
live in the past nor dream of future foundation.

Through thick and thin I'll get
to you somehow, you bet! -
my feet put into chains and bound with heavy irons.
But when I say "I love you", even yet
don't make me add "I will", by error or with bias.

"I will" has got a bitter connotation,
for it implies a counterfeit, decay - unpleasant,
a loophole for retreating, anyhow,
insipid poison and contamination,
slap in the face, affront upon the present,
a doubt that I really love you now.

I dream my dream in French,
it has a wide tense range,
the future and the past are different from ours.
I'm pilloried, disgraced and outraged,
The language seems to set me at defiance.

The language gap, oh my!
I'm about to cry !
Yet we can work it out, we have our firm intentions.
I love you at the times which will comply
with Future, Past and Present Perfect tenses.

Russian text behind cut )

You can find more Here.

I think this was written for his third (last) wife, who was French.

ETA: Yup, confirmed. Here is a pic of her: here.
dangermousie: (MoL feet by ameyadevi)
I really love this poem, and it's an excellent translation.

******

I love you now, in fact,
And I don't hold it back.
It's not "before", not "after" - your rays set me afire.
Whether I weep or I smile
I love you in this while,-
the future I don't want, the past I don't desire.

"I loved you" (in the past)
is worse than breathing last.
My wings are cut, and I'm restrained by tender feeling,
although the greatest poet stated once:
"I was in love with you - my love may still be living"…

As if it were disavowed, faded,
for it implies compassion, condescension,
it's what one feels for overthrown kings.
There is regret in it for something outdated,
subsided striving, softened aspiration
and disbelief in "love you" kind of things.

My current love has got
no detriment, no spot.
My age is under way - I want no venesection!
At this continuous present I do not
live in the past nor dream of future foundation.

Through thick and thin I'll get
to you somehow, you bet! -
my feet put into chains and bound with heavy irons.
But when I say "I love you", even yet
don't make me add "I will", by error or with bias.

"I will" has got a bitter connotation,
for it implies a counterfeit, decay - unpleasant,
a loophole for retreating, anyhow,
insipid poison and contamination,
slap in the face, affront upon the present,
a doubt that I really love you now.

I dream my dream in French,
it has a wide tense range,
the future and the past are different from ours.
I'm pilloried, disgraced and outraged,
The language seems to set me at defiance.

The language gap, oh my!
I'm about to cry !
Yet we can work it out, we have our firm intentions.
I love you at the times which will comply
with Future, Past and Present Perfect tenses.

Russian text behind cut )

You can find more Here.

I think this was written for his third (last) wife, who was French.

ETA: Yup, confirmed. Here is a pic of her: here.
dangermousie: (MoL feet by ameyadevi)
I really love this poem, and it's an excellent translation.

******

I love you now, in fact,
And I don't hold it back.
It's not "before", not "after" - your rays set me afire.
Whether I weep or I smile
I love you in this while,-
the future I don't want, the past I don't desire.

"I loved you" (in the past)
is worse than breathing last.
My wings are cut, and I'm restrained by tender feeling,
although the greatest poet stated once:
"I was in love with you - my love may still be living"…

As if it were disavowed, faded,
for it implies compassion, condescension,
it's what one feels for overthrown kings.
There is regret in it for something outdated,
subsided striving, softened aspiration
and disbelief in "love you" kind of things.

My current love has got
no detriment, no spot.
My age is under way - I want no venesection!
At this continuous present I do not
live in the past nor dream of future foundation.

Through thick and thin I'll get
to you somehow, you bet! -
my feet put into chains and bound with heavy irons.
But when I say "I love you", even yet
don't make me add "I will", by error or with bias.

"I will" has got a bitter connotation,
for it implies a counterfeit, decay - unpleasant,
a loophole for retreating, anyhow,
insipid poison and contamination,
slap in the face, affront upon the present,
a doubt that I really love you now.

I dream my dream in French,
it has a wide tense range,
the future and the past are different from ours.
I'm pilloried, disgraced and outraged,
The language seems to set me at defiance.

The language gap, oh my!
I'm about to cry !
Yet we can work it out, we have our firm intentions.
I love you at the times which will comply
with Future, Past and Present Perfect tenses.

Russian text behind cut )

You can find more Here.

I think this was written for his third (last) wife, who was French.

ETA: Yup, confirmed. Here is a pic of her: here.

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