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2nd-Sep-2005 11:01 pm
Reborn - Yamamoto CHIBITA

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I've always loved fire imagery. (*winks at firestorm717*) It all started from the time I was twelve and read Stephen King's Firestarter. (If anyone picks up the movie, it stars a young Drew Barrymore in the title role, although I far prefer the book). It's one of the most powerful images anyone can choose when it comes to writing. The destructive force that fire is capable of is an unbelievably compelling image, as is its all-consuming power, breathtaking in its intensity. And fire isn't all you get. So, like a moth to a flame, if anyone's burning bridges:

When I was at school a teacher drew our attention to how the very word itself is onomatopoeic. Speaking the word fire aloud, he said, sounds like a flame igniting.

There are so many phrases in the English language that use this word. Want to see? Here goes:

Getting on like a house on fire. Being on fire (this means being utterly consumed/motivated/enthusiastic/really good at what you do). Out of the frying pan into the fire. A baptism of fire is a particularly challenging/ardurous initiation into anything. Where there's smoke, there's fire. And of course, "You're fired!" (No, I quit!) Fighting fire with fire. If you're really embarrassed, some writers phrase this as feeling as if your face is on fire. Being all fired up. Someone's old flame. Carrying a torch for you. Burning bridges. Playing with fire.

Fire cleanses. And while it destroys, it also renews. As the phoenix rising from the ashes.

And here are some of my favourite songs and a favourite poem that use this:

The Point of No Return
The Phantom of the Opera

You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge,
in pursuit of that wish, which till now has been silent, silent . . .
I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge -
in your mind you've already succumbed to me
dropped all defences, completely succumbed to me -
now you are here with me:
no second thoughts, you've decided, decided . . .

Past the point of no return - no backward glances:
the games we've played till now are at an end . . .
Past all thought of "if" or "when" - no use resisting:
abandon thought, and let the dream descend . . .

What raging fire shall flood the soul?
What rich desire unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction lies before us . . .?

Past the point of no return, the final threshold –
what warm, unspoken secrets will we learn?
Beyond the point of no return . . .

You have brought me to that moment where words run dry,
to that moment where speech disappears into silence, silence . . .
I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why . . .
In my mind, I've already imagined our bodies entwining
defenceless and silent -
and now I am here with you:
no second thoughts, I've decided, decided . . .

Past the point of no return - no going back now:
our passion-play has now, at last, begun . . .
Past all thought of right or wrong -
one final question:
how long should we two wait, before we're one . . .?
When will the blood begin to race
the sleeping bud burst into bloom?
When will the flames, at last, consume us...

Past the point of no return
the final threshold -
the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn . . .
We've passed the point of no return . . .

Notice how the image of fire is used in every verse, first by the Phantom, then by Christine, and finally when the both of them use fire as a metaphor to describe casting off one's past to reach the future.

written by Bruce Springsteen

You're riding in my car
I turn on the radio
I'm pulling you closer
But you keep telling me no
You say you don't like it
But I know you're a liar
'Cause when we kiss
Ooh... Fire

You had a hold on me right from the start
A grip so tight I couldn't tear it apart
My nerves all jumpin' actin' like a fool
Well my kisses might burn
But my heart stays cool

I first heard this song as performed by Teresa Teng, but I remembered the lyrics. I wouldn't have recalled that this song existed if not for aingeal_isilme. xD *hugs!*

On Fire

Tell you where you need to go
Tell you who you need to be
Tell you what you need to know
Tell you when you’ll need to leave

But everything inside you knows
Says more than what you’ve heard
So much more than empty conversations
Filled with empty words

And you’re on fire
When he’s near you
You’re on fire
When he speaks
You’re on fire
Burning at these mysteries

Give me one more time around
Give me one more chance to see
Give me everything you are
Give me one more chance to be... (near you)

Cause everything inside looks like
Everything I hate
You are the hope I have for change
You are the only chance I’ll take

When I’m on fire
When you’re near me
I’m on fire
When you speak
And I’m on fire
Burning at these mysteries
These mysteries...

I’m standing on the edge of me (x3)
I’m standing on the edge

I so badly wanted this to be a Yuuri/Wolfram song. Which makes me doubly sad that I made a Murata/Yuuri video out of it :D *laughter*

one of my favourite poems of all time:

Sailing to Byzantium
William Butler Yeats

That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.

O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

2nd-Sep-2005 03:54 pm (UTC)
lol my favourite fire-themed songs are greaaaat balls of fire and the one that goes oooooh fire! (i cant remember the title to save my life)

anyway! i also posted icons today omg! lol
2nd-Sep-2005 03:57 pm (UTC)

I also love your icon making skills. It's time to make a Conrad x Wolfram one :D
2nd-Sep-2005 09:08 pm (UTC)

*blushes!* *hugs!* Thank you! *is moved* EVERYBODY LOVES YOURS. :D :D :D

XDDDD *shows you my Conrad/Wolfram icons*


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2nd-Sep-2005 09:23 pm (UTC)

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2nd-Sep-2005 04:10 pm (UTC)
Master! You have been busy!

And Yeats spam! I love the third stanza of Sailing to Byzantium. Yeats sure did have a thing with the spinning, cyclic imagery and metaphors!

And I shall spam you with my personal favourite Yeats poem!

Easter 1916

I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done
Of a mocking tale or a gibe
To please a companion
Around the fire at the club;
Being certain that they and I
But lived where motley is worn:
All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

That woman's days were spent
In ignorant good-will,
Her nights in argument
Until her voice grew shrill.
What voice more sweet than hers
When, young and beautiful,
She rode to harriers?
This man had kept a school
And rode our wingéd horse;
This other his helper and friend
Was coming into his force;
He might have won fame in the end,
So sensitive his nature seemed,
So daring and sweet his thought.
This other man I had dreamed
A drunken, vainglorious lout.
He had done most bitter wrong
To some who are near my heart,
Yet I number him in the song;
He, too, has resigned his part
In the casual comedy;
He, too, has been changed in his turn,
Transformed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

Hearts with one purpose alone
Through summer and winter seem
Enchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream.
The horse that comes from the road,
The rider, the birds that range
From cloud to tumbling cloud,
Minute by minute they change;
A shadow of cloud on the stream,
Changed minute by minute;
A horse-hoof slides on the brim,
And a horse plashes within it;
The long-legged moor-hens dive,
And hens to moor-cocks call;
Minute by minute they live:
The stone's in the midst of it all.

Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven's part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse ---
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

Again I love the third stanza! The sense of movement and stillness in it is just beautiful!

Reminds me of the lovely conversations we had walking through Kensington Park looking at all the ducks and swans and talking about poetry!
2nd-Sep-2005 04:14 pm (UTC)
Master! You have been busy!


2nd-Sep-2005 04:36 pm (UTC)
Too busy for MSN :(

I hope she is getting some sleep!
2nd-Sep-2005 04:18 pm (UTC)
Ooh, that was Drew Barrymore? I always loved that movie :) My mom was a huge fan of Stephen King, but she says he went a little crazy.. *shrugs* I read a few books, but never Firestarter (mostly because I'd seen the movie? rofl I'm so lazy..) Gah, now I think about it Drew in that movie was one of my first girl crushes :| How long ago was that?? Have I always been this gay? *g*

I really like a Dutch phrase we have "In vuur en vlam staan".. Err, I guess translated that'd be "Standing in fire and flames" :) It always reminds me of Wolfram.

Ooh, and I'm weird.. I really like the smell of candles after you blow them out? *hides*
2nd-Sep-2005 04:23 pm (UTC)
Hey I like that smell too! Except one time I tried making my own candle out of strips of cloth from an old t-shirt covered in wax, and it smelt pretty bad x_X
2nd-Sep-2005 04:28 pm (UTC)
LOL I used to have a "candle maker" box when I was little? You had to have an adult melt the wax and then pour it into different shapes (like pyramids and kittens and just plain WEIRD things)

It was so much fun :D But when they were done, the ones with different colour layers always fell apart :-/

2nd-Sep-2005 04:35 pm (UTC)
LOL! Smelly candles!

We use to make candle holders for normal, not too funny, shaped candles by pouring plaster into a cut-in-half milk carton, and pushing a candle into it. And then we'd decorate up the outside of the cartons with coloured paper and glitter and paint.

Though one time I used a home made candle holder when we had a blackout, and the paper carton caught on fire x_X

It was pretty funny at the time though XD
2nd-Sep-2005 04:54 pm (UTC)
I guess they weren't meant to be used? *g*

Awww! That sounds so cute :D Must be one of those weird Australian things ;)

LOL ahh! I put something on fire too *hides* Actually, around this time last year.. We bought one of those garden candle things, those BIG ones that keep burning for hours? But I wanted to see what it was like, so I lit the candle.. But then it was a HUGE flame compared to tiny candles :| So I tried everything to get it out! *laughs* I finally had to drag it in the garden and hose it down with water but it kept burning! *was so freaked out, thought I was going to set the house on fire* LMAO finally my dad came outside and put a pot/pan thing over it so it didn't get air anymore :|

^^ I should have thought of that :|
2nd-Sep-2005 05:10 pm (UTC)
Yes, Chris left out an important aspect about fire! Sometimes it makes people LAUGH! Anything that can make people mirthful is important!
2nd-Sep-2005 04:29 pm (UTC)
Those are so cute! I've been getting so hooked on that series ever since I took my hiatus from LJ, and you always make the best icons. I definitely have to write some fic for it soon!
2nd-Sep-2005 04:35 pm (UTC)
mmm I like those icons. :D

and yeah, I like fire too *points at username* heh.

by the way, Past the Point of No Return is my absolute favourite Phantom song. Don't ask me why. *grin*
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2nd-Sep-2005 05:10 pm (UTC)
BABY, I'M A FIRE SIGN XD It's what I was BORN to do xD *hugs you!* *beams!*

xD You made me do some very interesting research:

The four cardinal, Aries, Cancer, Libra and Capricorn, have in common the impetus to initiate or create, or to counter one initiative with another.

The four fixed, Taurus, Leo, Scorpio and Aquarius, are inclined to sustain or stabilise what has already been created, or to resist or practise endurance in the face of another's initiative.

The four mutable, Gemini, Virgo, Sagittarius and Pisces, take what has been created and attempt to alter or adapt it.

And I'm: Taurus alone is fixed earth, Sagittarius alone is mutable fire.

*giggles* That makes it sound so glamorous. :D

I wonder what your star sign is! ; ) And your zodiac! ^_^

Maybe I'm like a moth to a flame~ xD

*hugs you* Thank you so much! *beams* It means so much to hear that! *hugs you*

I'm a fire that will burn for you.


*hugs you!*

2nd-Sep-2005 04:57 pm (UTC)
Murata/Yuuri video? *g*

*looks innocent*

2nd-Sep-2005 06:12 pm (UTC)
There are so many phrases in the English language that use this word.
It's working in French too, you know? ^_^

A baptism of fire</a> => un baptème du feu
Where there's smoke, there's fire. => il n'y a pas de fumée sans feu
"You're fired!" => ok, we don't have this one XD
Fighting fire with fire. => combattre le feu par le feu
your face is on fire. => avoir le visage en feu. Something, it's the cheeks, lol (avoir les joues en feu).
Playing with fire. => jouer avec le feu.

The others aren't working or I'm not sure what they mean ^^;

But we also have : (and my awful translations XD)
"Je pète le feu!" => hum, when you're very full of energy ^^; "Marcher du feu de Dieu" => when something is really working (sometimes even more that what you've expected...)
"jeter de l'huile sur le feu" => to throw oil on fire (?) (when you make things go even worst... like when you're arguing with someone else...)
"être pris entre deux feux" => to be caught between two fires (?)
"(ne pas) faire long feu" => that's when something (or something) will (or won't) last long
"un cessez-le-feu" => a ceasefire! (I'm sure of that one! XD)
"mettre le feu aux poudres" => to fire the powders? wait, I knew this one... to put powders on fire? ...that doesn't sounds right either... v_v

... and all those that I can't think of right now...

Sorry for spamming ^^,
2nd-Sep-2005 07:10 pm (UTC)
*gasp* Firestarter! OMG That's like one of my favorite King novels! I felt so bad for the little girl T_T but the whole idea of fire, and her as the gateway to some hellish netherworld was striking. Also the corruption of science...or the idea of the supernatural winning over science...that was frightening. So yes ^_^ *huggles screenname*

I also like Bag of Bones and The Green Mile by King. Bag of Bones was such a sad love story that struck me deepy, and The Green Mile seriously made me cry at the end. It's like on the level of Shawshank Redemption. And to think you couldn't have prison sap fluff...
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