poetry about ducks

[enemyofperfect]

1. People, I just won third prize in a contest run by one of my favorite new authors by adding a salacious line to a possibly blasphemous limerick about a duck, and my fannish pride has never been stronger.

2. Seriously, poetry about ducks, it’s a thing in this fandom -- like check out this genuinely beautiful cinquain that I adore.

3. How did we get here? Does it even matter? All I know is that it’s amazing and that Ann Leckie is sending bags of (tiny, edible, fruit-flavored) ducks to the honorable mentions, having decided against sending candy dicks instead.

4. I want to be clear about the fact that the Imperial Radch trilogy is a complex, thoughtful, and gorgeously written series that is not actually primarily comedic in nature (although it does contain humor too)...

5. ...And also about the fact that if after you’ve read the books you find yourself a staggering wreck of a person, unable to sustain coherent thoughts about anything except sentient spaceships, the social necessity of gloves, or tea -- you are in very good company indeed.

Comments

[azurelunatic]

This fandom reconciles me a bit to the fact that a few years ago I had nasty rashy Hand Woe that required creams and lotions and to keep those in place I bought a rather lot of cheap cotton gloves. So I can put gloves on if I want to wear them now, because rather like socks, I still have them bumping around the house.

[enemyofperfect]

Your wardrobe is clearly much more civilized than mine! I tried the lotion/hand-covering garment thing for a while when my hands were very dry, but I think the only gloves remaining in my possession are the winter kind. I'm a scandal.