Season’s Greetings

Of the many things the time around the solstice brings
There are many that sit ill with me and with many others
And not only the frantic formic scurrying to
Gather sweetness for a few days’ time that
All too often descends to stinging ass-showing and
Sharp mandibular work that tears and leaves scars

Sure, it looks pretty now…
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The orgy erupts again and again
Coating all the world in its delight
And provokes from no few their own
Sticky fluids clinging and dripping
Needing more than a few towels to wipe up
And ensuring spreading through the bush as
Seed scatters to the winds

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Bouncing Briefly

Already the spring is coiling
Tension building to find release
And propel forward some flower to bloom
Opening again in renewing sunlight
To the delight of those who planted it and
Who yet tend its soil

Shocking, I know.
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A Robin Hobb Rereading Series: Entry 380: Blood of Dragons, Chapter 14

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A message from Erek to the head birdkeeper for the Traders noting evidence of perfidy precedes “Blood Price.” The chapter opens with Selden waking suddenly as Chalcedean soldiers barge into Chassim’s rooms. They are tasked with retrieving Selden for the Duke, and Selden accompanies them rather than allowing Chassim to fight and likely be injured. Once brought before the Duke, Selden is bled for the Duke’s sustenance, and he loses consciousness.

I wonder why this came to mind…
Image is of Orlok from the 1922 Nosferatu, pulled from Wikipedia here and reported as public domain.

Eilik looks on in disgust at the actions of the Duke and urges him to release his hold on Selden. The Duke relents and bids that Selden be tended in advance of another feeding. Eilik finds his situation altered and begins plotting to improve it.

Andronicus has himself taken to Chassim’s chambers. There, he confers with her openly about her attempts to take power, commending her attempts and offering to make her his heir outright in exchange for her continued compliance.

Later, Selden wakes as Chassim tends him. The two confer about their respective situations, Chassim urging him to endurance. And the two begin to plot together.

I think it might be of interest to conduct some kind of rhetorical analysis on the messages that appear at the beginnings of chapters; that preceding “Blood Price” seems particularly apt for such an exercise. Were I teaching the Elderlings novels again, I think it might be a useful exercise for students to untangle the ethos, logos, and pathos appeals in Erek’s message to Kerig, here; I can also think that it would be a good example to provide to students before having them select a message of their own to analyze similarly.

I find that I am once again taken by Chassim’s seeming acceptance of her abuse and constraints. The present chapter does make mention of her resistance, notably in the throwing of heavy objects (explicit) and in flight (implicit from the exhortation to lock her door again), and the fact that it is an ongoing thing is strangely hopeful. That it has to be an ongoing thing, that it is one that is reported to be long ongoing, is less so. But perhaps that is me once again reading affectively and reading an earlier text against present circumstances and social trends. I am not alone in looking at the world and seeing that it is going ways that may not be to its benefit, and I doubt I am alone in seeing those ways presaged in the fictions of (not too many) years past. I do not ascribe any particular set of political positions to an author based upon a work of fiction; yes, writers write what they know, but it is possible for people to know what they don’t believe and to write that. I am not aware of any overt statement from Hobb in that line (which does not mean there isn’t one, just that I don’t know about it). But that a given author may or may not believe in one way or another doesn’t mean that such belief doesn’t show up in the work, reflecting the “now” of composition or underlying cultural currents that still flow and bubble up.

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Another Rumination on a Birthday Not Mine

I‘ve written before about the birthdays of people in my family, notably those of my wife, my mother and my father, and my maternal grandmother. I’ve mentioned my own and that of my daughter as they have approached and happened, as well, though I make more of others’ than of mine. It befits, then, that when it happens that my brother’s birthday coincides with one of my regular posting days, I would make some comment or another about it. And since today is such a day, I am making such a comment.

Yaaaaaay!
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I’ve commented on my brother before, and at some length, if some years ago. It is the case that things have changed; he’s not with the same bands now as he was then, for example (I’m not certain if the Juantanamos or PlayIt4Ward are still going), although he is active with a few others (such as Mothership, Q, and Daniel RedCliff). Now, as was not true then, he is a father, and he is doing more than decently with my nephew; he also continues to be a good uncle to his niece my daughter. He does remain focused on his music more than most else in his life, however, and I remain somewhat envious of him that he can continue to pursue his passion in a way that is closed to me for mine. And I continue to love my little brother, as well.

So, happy birthday, Daniel Elliott! I’ll hope to see you for more than a few more of them!

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A Weather Report

The outside world is chill and grey
And damp besides. It stifles play
Schoolchildren would begin today,
But it does not the work allay.

Somehow apropos…
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The drops of water come on down;
No sequence clear in it is found,
Nor yet enough that they might drown
Who would depart from this surround.

Xarpo is just passing through
She says, and does not mean to do
So much here, as some might rue.
Soon Jack will bring in something new.

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A Robin Hobb Rereading Series: Entry 379: Blood of Dragons, Chapter 13

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Following a somewhat threatening message from Kim to Hest’s father, “Final Chances” begins with the Chalcedeans pursuing Tintaglia continue their search for her. Hest looks on as the search continues, considering his increasing precarity and the likely prospects of Selden and Alise. The Chalcedeans espy a group of dragons come in search of Tintaglia and make ready to attack, and Hest assesses the likely outcome grimly.

Were it only so easy…
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The progress of the dragons and Rapskal along their search for Tintaglia is detailed. Sintara regards Rapskal with some annoyance and suspicion and considers the relationship between human and dragon. The attack begins.

Hest reels as the Chalcedean vessels come under assault. The order to abandon the ships is given, and Hest happily heeds it, fleeing into the trees. He notes the effect of the dragons briefly as he does.

Sintara and the other dragons continue their assault, delighting in it. Sintara continues to regard Rapskal with suspicion as he steps forth to call the Chalcedeans to judgment.

Hest heeds the command and, after being questioned briefly, is taken into custody and servitude, to be transported to Kelsingra. Dargen refuses to be taken captive, attacking; he is summarily eaten for his troubles. Hest and most of the others do not repeat the error.

Elsewhere, Mercor finds a flagging Tintaglia and reports that she has been avenged upon her attackers. In her mind, Tintaglia reaches for Selden and thinks she perceives his response from afar.

In Kelsingra, the keepers note the absence of their dragons, and they confer about the events and about the changes overtaking Rapskal. Work to clear the well begins anew, proceeding decently.

Leftrin takes a turn at the work, noting the progress and the increasing efforts necessary to maintain it. When he takes a break from the work, he notes the status of Malta, Reyn, and Phron. Alise’s arrival disrupts his reverie, and she reports her failure to find aid for the Khupruses. Leftrin issues orders for Alise’s care and returns to the work.

At length, the assembled keepers and crew are able to raise a bucket of Silver. The behavior of the material is described as the assembled witness it. And with that success, Leftrin sends the group off to rest.

Tintaglia continues to fade, considering her looming death. One of the dragons, Kalo, presents her with food before returning to the hunt for himself. She eats, strengthening and in pain, and resumes her progress towards Kelsingra. Kalo’s odd behavior strikes her, but she accepts it.

There is a bit of interest for me in a comment made by the Chalcedeans early in the chapter: “Dragons! A flock of dragons!” (225). One of the more entertaining quirks of modern Englishes is the hold-over from centuries past–and, indeed, earlier Englishes–of collective nouns, such as “a murder of crows,” “a pride of lions,” or “a murmuration of starlings.” It’s a small bit of delight in what is, for many, a tedious study, and one that has provoked no few jokes, some of which Melissa Gronlund points out here. Dragons, though, don’t necessarily have a stable collective noun; they’re not real, after all, and many of those found in English-language literature prior to Tolkien are solitary things. Even in Tolkien, most dragons are presented in isolation from one another; Glaurung doesn’t have much company, nor yet does Smaug, and Scatha the Worm is not presented, to my recollection, as being part of a group. (The assault of Ancalagon the Black and the other winged dragons in the War of Wrath is a marked event, to be sure, but it is marked.)

Admittedly, there have been some authors who have addressed the issue. McCaffrey, as memory serves (it’s been a while since I read Pern), tends towards “weyr.” Yarros, recently popular as of this writing, tends toward “riot.” Paolini is pointed about calling his dragon-group a “thunder.” I am certain there are others; there are limits to what I have read, and I wonder what D&D uses at this point (I’ve yet to play in Fifth Edition). What the “appropriate” collective for dragons “should” be, then, is not entirely clear. I do think, however, that the term used is indicative; the Chalcedeans regarding it as a “flock,” linking dragons with birds, says something about them. I can easily imagine the people of the Six Duchies calling a group of dragons a garden, and the Elderlings that are emerging will likely stumble into other, more ornate, terms if and as they develop a new culture in and around Kelsingra.

I note, too, the many divisions of the present chapter, most of which are quite brief. (Each paragraph in the summary reflects such a division, a practice common to this rereading series.) I am aware that the commonplace for such chapter-divisions is that they are roughly contemporaneous unless otherwise specified; that is, the short sections shifting focus between two groups or among more are to be read as happening more or less at the same time, with successive sections focusing on one group proceeding in chronological order. (Again, unless otherwise specified; I’ve read enough to know that authors sometimes like to screw with in-milieu time as they present events, and that doesn’t even factor explicit time-travel into things.) It seems a strange thing to my eye that Hobb accelerates action in the present chapter in such a way; yes, there’s a lot going on, but the interleaving at work is somewhat marked. I’m not at all sure why.

Maybe I’ll figure it out as I continue to reread on.

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A Seasonal Issue

I struggle so to buy a gift
For one I love to him uplift
For though I’ve loved him his life long
I am away where I belong
And know not how to meet his need
Which of his wants I ought to heed

I’m not so good at gift-wrapping as this.
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Yet this demand I will not fail
And from the task I will not quail
I will a fitting gift select
And celebration thus perfect
That comes each year in coming days
I will somehow find a way

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Another Poem Written at the Gym

Feeling weak as
I see the surging muscles
Swelling with flexion
Blood-fueled and
Throbbing as sweat cascades and
Heavy panting at the
Exertions little clad

A heavy topic…
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I remain
Swathed opaquely
Struggling with heavy things in
Hands cramping to hold onto them
Pushing again and again but
Having them surge at my face
At least as often

The others give but passing glances
I turn away from them in shame and
Envy at what they have with seeming ease
While I yet labor for what I never had
And hope perhaps in vain my
Striving amid the smells of oil and sweat
Bodies growing unwashed and glorious
May yet win for me

If there is a race
It has long since passed me by
And even the dust kicked up has
Fallen back to earth
While clouds catch the fading sunlight and
Stars start winking out from the
Spreading cloak of coming night
Drawn to cover the bodies anew

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A Robin Hobb Rereading Series: Entry 378: Blood of Dragons, Chapter 12

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Following a reply from Jani to Keffria (the earlier message being here), “Dragon Warrior” begins with Hest continuing to languish as the Chalcedeans pursue Tintaglia, whom they assailed. Hest’s own condition and that of Tintaglia are detailed as pursuit continues.

What awaits…
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For her own part, Tintaglia presses ahead, fuming at her pursuit and avowing that she will not be butchered as if livestock. She determines to assail her pursuers in the night, meaning to wreck them and flee with the eggs growing inside her.

Dargen has Hest escort him to the ship’s railing that he might relieve himself. As he does so, Hest spies Tintaglia, who attacks.

In Kelsingra, Rapskal and Thymara continue their explorations, joined by the rest of the expedition. Work to restore the well of Silver is in progress, that work detailed. Updates to the statuses of various keepers and crew of the Tarman are made. Spit gets a small taste of Silver while the work goes on, and the keepers note the change that comes upon him as he does, wondering what a greater, steady supply will do for the dragons. At length, enough of the well is cleared that the keepers can drop lights to check the level of Silver in the well, but the results are not promising. The dragons grow angry at the report, and Thymara, calling on embedded memories, explains more of the dragons’ need for the substance and Kelsingra’s rise to prominence among the Elderlings. Given the importance of the Silver, Reyn vows to find it for Phron.

In the wake of her assault on her Chalcedean pursuers, Tintaglia languishes. Further injuries beset her, and she calls out in what she believes will be her final battle.

In Kelsingra, Carson notes that the Silver may yet be accessible, and the keepers prepare to retire for the evening. As they do, however, Tintaglia’s call reaches them, and Malta calls for aid from the dragons and keepers about her. Rapskal begins to be overtaken by the memories of an ancient warrior, Tellator, and Thymara works to return him to himself as he makes ready to rush to Tintaglia’s aid.

The present chapter takes an interesting tack, I think, in presenting Hest’s increasing accommodation to his fallen status. And it is not that being a servant, as such, is demeaning; there is nobility in work of all sorts. The fall, rather, is that Hest is effectively enslaved, although he is not yet tattooed in accord with Chalcedean and Jamaillian practice, and he is adjusting to that status, even as he recognizes with some horror the changes occurring in him as he does so. Given the resonances between the Traders and the early United States, I find it hard not to see some proposed parallels at work, though I acknowledge I am not the person who ought to explicate them in any great detail.

I note, too, a return to descriptions echoing addiction in the attitudes the dragons, particularly Spit, voice towards the Silver. As a commonplace in the Realm of the Elderlings novels, addiction is something I’ve noted repeatedly throughout the rereading; I have to think it is among the most prevalent themes in the novels, and it seems the kind of thing that those more inclined to biographical criticism would want to pursue. (For my part, I know better than to look. HIPAA is in place for damned good reasons.) And, as I reread, I find myself in mind of the spice mélange from Arrakis in Dune and the following novels–itself addictive and enhancing; I am not at all up on literary scholarship treating Frank Herbert, so I cannot speak with any certainty to its own references, but I have to think that those at work in it are also at work with the Silver in Kelsingra, if at some remove.

Of more importance for the Realm of the Elderlings corpus is Mercor’s report of the powers associated with Silver for Elderlings–the strange features of Kelsingra, as well as the Skill-roads and the stone garden with which so much of the Farseer novels are concerned, and the Skill-pillars that feature prominently in the Tawny Man novels. Mercor’s remark on the peril of contact with Silver by humans is somewhat telling; Verity fairly bathes in it, and while he does meet his end, it is because of his quest rather than the direct effect of the Silver, itself. In effect, Hobb confirms in the present chapter that the Skill is itself a legacy of the Elderlings, something that puts me in mind of Tolkien (the “blood of Westernesse” notable in Denethor and Faramir but not in Boromir presents itself), although being put in such mind while reading Hobb is not a surprise.

(Another thought occurs, as well. The Silver, in its unadulterated form, offers power and mastery. Water that flows through it, however, becomes…problematic. The Earthblood that wells up under Melenkurion Skyweir in Donaldson’s Chronicles of Thomas Covenant novels seems antecedent. The source-studies implications of the present chapter are somewhat dizzying; I find myself once again longing for the time and resources to undertake such traceries. Perhaps another can work on such projects?)

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A Robin Hobb Rereading Series: Entry 377: Blood of Dragons, Chapter 11

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This chapter presents and discusses sexual assault.


A brief formal commendation for Erek precedes “Silver,” which begins with Sedric and Carson conferring about a place to settle and how they should prepare for the coming times. Carson finds himself somewhat confused at Sedric’s desires for material comfort and appreciative of his lover’s appearance. As they walk Kelsingra together, Carson opens himself cautiously to the memories embedded in the stones, and he and Sedric recognize themselves as having entered an older part of the city. Exploring further, the pair find an open plaza that attracts the attentions of the dragons with which they are bonded, and they stumble upon the well of Silver that the dragons covet. The two arrive at some understanding of the importance of the site, and the dragons begin to join them.

Such a cute couple!
Katrin Sapranova’s Carson and Sedric, used for commentary

Elsewhere in the city, Thymara starts awake from sleeping next to Tats. The two confer, touching on the need to fill the years of their expectedly lengthening lives and the issue of Rapskal, whose reliance on others’ memories is cited as becoming a problem. Tats reports the conversation in some detail, and considerations of the changes to social structures that extended lifetimes would necessitate are mentioned. The two grow increasingly comfortable together until they are summoned by their dragons to the well of Silver.

In Chalced, Selden wakes to hear Chassim‘s protests. He moves to investigate and finds her under assault by Eilik. Selden attempts unsuccessfully to intercede, and Eilik leaves him unconscious.

Later, Chassim shakes Selden awake, reporting her sexual assault and noting it as a recurring event for her. Selden reports his own experience of sexual assault, and Chassim offers only cold comfort. She turns their conversation to the changes Tintaglia has effected upon Selden, staying only briefly upon it before departing.

I‘ve noted before (here, for example) my impression that Hobb is borrowing from or working with the same tropes as Asimov at points in the Elderlings corpus. I think something similar is at work in the present chapter in the discussion between Thymara and Tats. When I was really introduced to Asimov’s writings more than thirty years ago–I remember being ten at the time, though I have dim recollections of my mother having a boxed set of the Foundation novels released just after the publication of Foundation’s Edge–it was by way of his Robot novels. Said novels make much of the Spacers, a subset of humanity that has achieved greatly extended lifespans due to medical and other technological advances and freedom from the prevalence of diseases on Earth. While Asimov does not necessarily delve deeply into the sociological implications of centuries-long lives, he does point out some changes among the Spacer worlds from how the more “normal” Earthpeople live, most notably in terms of sexual politics. (Yes, I am aware that it’s problematic. I’m also aware that I’m not up on the relevant scholarship–and I never really was; my focus was otherwise, for all my nerdiness.) The discussion between Thymara and Tats that comprises the second section of the chapter seems very much in that line; I don’t know that it’s enough to suggest explicit borrowing, but, given other factors at work in Hobb’s writing, I have to entertain the possibility–though I have to acknowledge, also, that it might simply be a matter of having been influenced by earlier reading or even a reasonable thinking-through of implications of the reality in which Hobb’s characters exist.

I’ve noted, too, the presentation of sexual assault in Hobb’s work. It’s to be expected, admittedly, given the prevalence of such acts in the readers’ world and in other works of fantasy literature. (Some revel in the presentation, as is readily seen.) Chassim’s frank discussion of it strikes me somewhat strangely, although I recognize that as being partly an artifact of my privilege. Selden’s confession of the same also strikes me, though differently, and I have to wonder what kind of internalized double standards remain at work in me that I perceive such a difference. I do note, though, that Hobb appears to give more space to Selden’s discussion than Chassim’s. There is doubtlessly something to find in that disparity, but, as I have noted, I am not up on the research I would need to be able to pull out any such thing.

I sometimes miss having ready access to reports of research. I more often miss having the time to spend familiarizing myself with those reports. Sometimes, though, I wonder if I am not better off now for not giving so much of myself to taking in those discussions as I used to do; there is no comfort in reading what others write about the many horrors of the world that have happened and that continue to happen, especially when the reader can do little or nothing to affect them.

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