[ SECRET POST #2363 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2363 ⌋

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Comments

[aubry]

I think you have no soul. "Chocolate orbs met emerald ones" is an exalted staple of the prose of romance for a reason. Also:

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her orbs were cerulean.

Do you really think you know better than Keats? Kids these days.

[(Anonymous)]

I think it's an overuse sort of thing. You can only see "the depths of his cerulean orbs" so many times before you start wanting to shout, "USE A GODDAMN THESAURUS, FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK."

[truxillogical]

Or better yet, "STOP USING A THESAURUS!" Seriously, you can quote Keats all you like, but 99% of the use of "orbs" you see in fic comes off less as someone finding the most poetically appropriate word* and more as someone who ran down the thesaurus for synonyms for "eyes." It's like people who just don't want to use the word "said" and make idiots of themselves trying to find increasingly unlikely verbs.

[vethica]

"Sorry," Brom apologized.

[truxillogical]

Urrgh, poetry-trolled.

Not gonna lie, I know bugger and all about Keats. Never was much a one for poets, really. Especially the romantics.

[othellia]

Or Petrarch:

“He looks in vain for heavenly beauty, he
Who never looked upon her perfect eyes,
The vivid blue orbs turning brilliantly”

Mind you, I actually hurled my high school English book across my room when I read that. I hated that "True Love" unit...

[aubry]

Oh, man. I'd forgotten that Petrarch used it legit. I always thought of Dune when I heard that line.

Shakespeare does it too, of course. Doesn't Titania 'dew her orbs upon the green'?

(The Keats is fake. I libeled him.)

[othellia]

Haha, I got that your first line was sarcastic, but I have to admit the fake!Keats went completely over my head.

It kind of reminds me of "it was a dark and stormy night": fine when it first came out, but rather overplayed by now. Of course, I'm still not sure how prevalent its use outside of fanfic is. I tend to avoid the actual published romance genre, where I assume the primary culprits lie.

[(Anonymous)]

I've read romance novels for years, from bodice rippers when I was too young to read that stuff to Elizabeth Lowell. And none of them, to my knowledge, have ever typed the phrase "it was a dark and stormy night."

[othellia]

Whoops, sorry confusing subject bounce around. I meant the use of "orbs" in romance novels, not "it was a dark and stormy night."

[aubry]

How about dark and stormy knights?

[(Anonymous)]

I believe that's supposed to be implied with "stony gazes" and "brooding stares". :)

[truxillogical]

Titania's fair handmaidens "dew her orbs upon the green."

Literally.

They literally place orbs of dew upon the grass.

"And I serve the fairy queen//and dew her orbs upon the green//the cowslips tall her pensioners be//and in their gold-spotted coats you see//those be rubies, fairy favours//and in their freckles live the savors//I'll go seek some dew-drops here//and hang a pear in every cowslip's ear."

EDIT: *durk* just pay me no mind, I saw MSND and went with it. I am well and truly trolled.

[aubry]

I should learn that online you can Google shit first to stop yourself looking a twit. I half remembered the line, and feared it was one of his dodgy crying metaphors.

Well, my rep here is shot. But Shakespeare's redeemed by it, so I guess that's the better outcome.

ETA: Oh no! I could have gotten away with it! Feck! ;)

[(Anonymous)]

Yeah, no, it sucks in poetry, too. All respect to Keats, but I never liked that line just because of that word. And that's okay - I don't have to like every single thing an author writes/wrote.

(...the word always makes me think of marbles.)