it’s from yeats about the sidhe — “we come between man and the deed of his hand / we come between man and the hope of his heart” (or something like that).
still paraphrasing b/c it is late and i don’t feel up to googling, let alone finding my hard copy, but i think it’s “the hosting of the sidhe”:
we come between man and the deed of his hand
we come between man and the hope of his heart
the host is rushing between night and day
and where is there hope or deed so fair?
caoilte tossing his burning hair
and niamh calling away, come away
(not that i have the least notion of its significance, if any much, in context 🙂
I assume the “deed of his hand” refers to the various creations of Mad Science – monsters, chimeras and acronym-generating AIs, oh my. Of course, hosts rushing between night and day have particular significance for a zombie, even one created by Entirely Sane Evil Science That Merely Enjoys The Occasional Cackle.
Well, I thought it might be clever word play. (I thought my interpretation was clever word play.)
THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, “Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream. The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart, And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.” The host is rushing ‘twixt night and day; And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, “Away, come away.”
“ICBM” well, that much makes sense… “AT” at… “DOHH”. Perhaps it’s a veiled threat to a government agency we’ve never heard of, the Department of Homeland Hmm. AWTGBTQ doesn’t suggest anything to me, though. Or maybe this is just metapareidolia.
Look for the simplest answer first. The graffito is planning to drive a wedge between the humans of St. Charlie and their creations on board. It’s held up as a shining example of human-NHS relations, and most of what Skin Horse and Anasigma have had to deal with throughout the run of the comic has been related to the resistance from both sides to societal integration of NHS’s.
B-b-but… we’ve already grown the genetically-engineered Simlibrarians. :-/
It’s been a steep learning curve, for sure, but I’m sure once we overcome their natural territorial drive and fiercely ideological tendencies, there will be much less heated debate over the merits of the DDC vs the UDC and LoCCs, and we will keep the resultant poo-flinging within acceptable limits as outlined by the OCLC.
Really, it’s just a matter of time, and the wings alone will save us millions on insurance and wheeled ladders.
mnem
Plus… we know how to exploit their weakness for fresh fruit during contract negotiations. };-)~~~~<
Unless you are a Lancrian (sp?) at a royal wedding and you say “Excuse but I heard a fellow say a monkey stores his nuts in a place where the sun don’t shine and I was wondering how you knew about our fields?” then the Librarian will make an exception based on the circumstances.
Since we seem to be on a poetry kick today …
(Based on “The Raven”, Edgar Allan Poe)
Once, upon the train St. Charlie,
I was clever (dude, it’s gnarly!),
Gaining mental acumen from dining on synthetic brain.
On the wall then I was sighting
Eldritch, self-correcting writing …
Pareidolia, exciting groups of neurons in my brain!
“‘Tis some outside force,” I reasoned, “here aboard St. Charlie train,
Using science that’s insane!”
Wall so cold and un-emoting,
Willie Yeats it soon was quoting,
While I stood there rapt, devoting all mind to ascertain
How my sight was overriden.
“I must find the meaning hidden
Ere the windmill smites the midden; this does not exist, that’s plain …
I can talk with semicolons! Rock, I’ve got a smartie brain!
Pity that it won’t remain.”
Both wall quotes are Yeats. The first from “The Sidhe,” the second from “Cold Heaven.” Now I have to go back and see if any of the others are Yeats quotes. Or other quotes…
Looks like a partial quote of G. Stein in the “Either or Either Or,” which in the original would go on “either there is a lion here or there is no lion here, either or, either or.” Which with Skin Horse seems apropos. But the line skews toward something that feels more like *Alice in Wonderland.*
The first Yeats quote seems clear enough: if you see the Sidhe, their heartless glamor will make your ordinary deeds and hopes seem worthless by comparison. What the graffitist means by it is not so clear; it certainly seems more mad than beautiful so far. Maybe it’s being more literal: ‘I’ll mess with your actions and your hopes. And show you all.’ More information needed.
Perhaps the Sidhe are the Mad. Everything they do is wonderful and fantastic but horrible and frightening. They follow morality and rules so far from our own. The Mad twist time and space, warping everything a normal person would consider real into something far beyond.
Incidentally, how many others here are old enough to remember another train-related Charlie: Choo-Choo Charlie, the engineer kid from the Good ‘n’ Plenty commercials?
Hmmmm… So, St. Charlie– the train itself– is the Wild Ride of the Sidhe? Not literally, but he/she/it steals away the wild cards of the world and keeps them?
Maybe St. Charlie wants to stop riding the tracks.
The curse of the temporary Int Boost! Perhaps we should start referring to Unity as “charlie”? o_O
The “Algernon-Gordon Effect”?
Let’s wait and see if she asks about flowers.
Reference for the name of the train?
Charlie was the main character in a story titled “Flowers For Algernon” by Daniel Keyes.
https://en.M.Wikipedia.Org/wiki/Flowers_for_Algernon
Deed of his hand…. manifest?
I come between man and manifest… maniac?
it’s from yeats about the sidhe — “we come between man and the deed of his hand / we come between man and the hope of his heart” (or something like that).
still paraphrasing b/c it is late and i don’t feel up to googling, let alone finding my hard copy, but i think it’s “the hosting of the sidhe”:
we come between man and the deed of his hand
we come between man and the hope of his heart
the host is rushing between night and day
and where is there hope or deed so fair?
caoilte tossing his burning hair
and niamh calling away, come away
(not that i have the least notion of its significance, if any much, in context 🙂
actually i am now thinking it’s “him and the hope of his heart”.
clearly i need more sleep :/
I assume the “deed of his hand” refers to the various creations of Mad Science – monsters, chimeras and acronym-generating AIs, oh my. Of course, hosts rushing between night and day have particular significance for a zombie, even one created by Entirely Sane Evil Science That Merely Enjoys The Occasional Cackle.
her cackle is really lame, too.
Well, I thought it might be clever word play. (I thought my interpretation was clever word play.)
THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, “Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream. The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart, And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.” The host is rushing ‘twixt night and day; And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, “Away, come away.”
Pretty. What does it mean?
yeats would have really loved to be taken away by the fairies. failing that, he might not have turned down a ticket onto st charlie.
Sidhe? Maybe there’ll be tall, glamorous and sinister Irish Elves for Tip to hit on. He’d like that.
I wish the goblins would come and take us all away… RIGHT NOW!
“ICBM” well, that much makes sense… “AT” at… “DOHH”. Perhaps it’s a veiled threat to a government agency we’ve never heard of, the Department of Homeland Hmm. AWTGBTQ doesn’t suggest anything to me, though. Or maybe this is just metapareidolia.
Look for the simplest answer first. The graffito is planning to drive a wedge between the humans of St. Charlie and their creations on board. It’s held up as a shining example of human-NHS relations, and most of what Skin Horse and Anasigma have had to deal with throughout the run of the comic has been related to the resistance from both sides to societal integration of NHS’s.
Upper shelf, third from the left. And do mind the library mice; they may nip you if startled. Or if you put books back in the wrong place.
mnem
I shall read and cogitate on it…
As long as you don’t call the librarian a monkey, you should be OK.
B-b-but… we’ve already grown the genetically-engineered Simlibrarians. :-/
It’s been a steep learning curve, for sure, but I’m sure once we overcome their natural territorial drive and fiercely ideological tendencies, there will be much less heated debate over the merits of the DDC vs the UDC and LoCCs, and we will keep the resultant poo-flinging within acceptable limits as outlined by the OCLC.
Really, it’s just a matter of time, and the wings alone will save us millions on insurance and wheeled ladders.
mnem
Plus… we know how to exploit their weakness for fresh fruit during contract negotiations. };-)~~~~<
Unless you are a Lancrian (sp?) at a royal wedding and you say “Excuse but I heard a fellow say a monkey stores his nuts in a place where the sun don’t shine and I was wondering how you knew about our fields?” then the Librarian will make an exception based on the circumstances.
“The darkness drops again but now I know”
Since we seem to be on a poetry kick today …
(Based on “The Raven”, Edgar Allan Poe)
Once, upon the train St. Charlie,
I was clever (dude, it’s gnarly!),
Gaining mental acumen from dining on synthetic brain.
On the wall then I was sighting
Eldritch, self-correcting writing …
Pareidolia, exciting groups of neurons in my brain!
“‘Tis some outside force,” I reasoned, “here aboard St. Charlie train,
Using science that’s insane!”
Wall so cold and un-emoting,
Willie Yeats it soon was quoting,
While I stood there rapt, devoting all mind to ascertain
How my sight was overriden.
“I must find the meaning hidden
Ere the windmill smites the midden; this does not exist, that’s plain …
I can talk with semicolons! Rock, I’ve got a smartie brain!
Pity that it won’t remain.”
Both wall quotes are Yeats. The first from “The Sidhe,” the second from “Cold Heaven.” Now I have to go back and see if any of the others are Yeats quotes. Or other quotes…
Looks like a partial quote of G. Stein in the “Either or Either Or,” which in the original would go on “either there is a lion here or there is no lion here, either or, either or.” Which with Skin Horse seems apropos. But the line skews toward something that feels more like *Alice in Wonderland.*
the problem is that the confusion of the death-bed apparently comes back quick 🙂
A bit off-topic… does U.N.I.T.Y. own a kitty named “Venus”?
Mah-mee meh-mo-ma-mee.
time to renew my periodic plea…. Eddurd, marry me.
Awwww … *blush* … sorry, already taken.
The first Yeats quote seems clear enough: if you see the Sidhe, their heartless glamor will make your ordinary deeds and hopes seem worthless by comparison. What the graffitist means by it is not so clear; it certainly seems more mad than beautiful so far. Maybe it’s being more literal: ‘I’ll mess with your actions and your hopes. And show you all.’ More information needed.
Perhaps the Sidhe are the Mad. Everything they do is wonderful and fantastic but horrible and frightening. They follow morality and rules so far from our own. The Mad twist time and space, warping everything a normal person would consider real into something far beyond.
It says “Man”; not “Mad”
Incidentally, how many others here are old enough to remember another train-related Charlie: Choo-Choo Charlie, the engineer kid from the Good ‘n’ Plenty commercials?
I had completely forgotten! But I remember. Can’t remember anything specific though.
I was thinking more of Blaine, the train who can be a real pain.
Hmmmm… So, St. Charlie– the train itself– is the Wild Ride of the Sidhe? Not literally, but he/she/it steals away the wild cards of the world and keeps them?
Maybe St. Charlie wants to stop riding the tracks.