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Strumming My Pain

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Created on 2015-03-28 22:22:05 (#2393036), last updated 2015-03-28 (121 weeks ago)

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Name:killingsoftly
Birthdate:Jan 31
I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him and listen for a while
And there he was this young boy
A stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life, with his words
Killing me softly with his song


I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life, with his words
Killing me softly with his song


He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there
And he just kept on singing
Singing clear and strong

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life, with his words
Killing me softly with his song

(Lyrics by Frank Sinatra, Aretha Franklin, Carly Simon--not sure who original writer/composer was)


My mother was one of the Leanan Sídhe. My father a musician she found to love her, feed her, until what she took from him killed him.

And then there's me. Both their gifts. Both their curses. Both their needs, desires, and dangers.

The Sídhe don't want me. The mortals don't know me. They want what they see; they get more than they bargained for.

I don't belong in either world, and so I walk alone through the crowds that keep me strong, touching your energy, your life, your passions. Taking what I need to survive, to keep on walking.

Don't worry. I'll try to be gentle.

"Music is the wine which inspires one to new generative processes, and I am Bacchus who presses out this glorious wine for mankind and makes them spiritually drunken." -- Ludwig van Beethoven






FPK:
Leanan Sídhe
Manx: Lhiannon-Shee
Ir.: "fairy sweetheart" or "fairy mistress"

A spirit--male or female--who is the lover of a mortal. Usually, the spirit is depicted as a woman. In Manx folklore, she (or he) is a vampiric spirit, sucking the lifeforce out of her (or his) lovers.

In Irish folklore, she is a muse of poetry, but a dangerous one--those who devote themselves to her live a short but glorious life. William Butler Yeats saw the leanan sidhe as the Dark Muse, an artistic succubus, giving creative gifts in exchange for the artist's life:

"Most of the Gaelic poets, down to quite recent times, have had a Leanhaun Shee, for she gives inspiration to her slaves and is indeed the Gaelic muse -- this malignant fairy. Her lovers, the Gaelic poets, died young. She grew restless and carried them away to other worlds, for death does not destroy her power."

--W.B. Yeats, Fairy and Folk Tales of Ireland.

This, of course, is a well-known concept of the artist who dies young, often tragically: John Keats, Kurt Cobain; or who goes mad later in life (not unlike Yeats). From Jones Celtic Encyclopedia.

"Known as exotic and mysterious beauties, these fey creatures bring inspiration and despair. If a mortal misuses their gifts, they become dark destroyers. Leanan sidhe are the muses of the faerie world, bringing gifts of creativity and inspiration to mortal humans. These beautiful creatures appear as either male or female, but they have a charisma that attracts beyond the power of beauty alone. They seem alive and vibrant, more so even than most other faerie creatures. Only faerie folk can see their natural forms, which are quite beautiful. However, leanan sidhe can appear to mortals in various guises -- they tailor their appearance to best suit their chosen protógé."
From here.

"Leanan Sidhe is a powerful muse who bestows a gift; the ability to create a work of art, music, or poetry with great depth of feeling. The price of her dark and delicate gift is often a sorrow or heartbreak that is born of obsession. An artist may be spent as furiously as he draws from his source, hence the mythos of the artist who when possessed of the Leanan Sidhe lives a brilliant but brief life. Her true purpose is revealed in the creative works she inspires in poets, painters, and musicians. She is an empath who is compelled to inspire love and despair, longing and desire. She teaches the beauty and power of such emotion and that all such feeling is vital to creation with many dark nights of the soul required to convey the sorrow of her history.

She is intelligence and creativity, art and magic. In this earthly realm, so embraced with fear of the erotic and the sensual, it is no wonder she who is the embodiment of these very qualities, has been considered dangerous and evil, as many woman have been considered evil who revel in their mystery, power and dark exotic beauty." From The Dark Muse.

This is a journal for writing, character development purposes, and possibly RP. It is not the journal of a real person. Robert Pattinson is the face of the character. I am not him, nor is he in any way affiliated with this character or journal. Writer may be found at ladyofbrileith.
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