Written By Savio
Feb. 23, 2022, 12:46 a.m.(3/1/1017 AR)
Popular Opinion
We love a bit of gossip
Doesn't matter if it's true
We're not gonna fact check this
We heard some shit about you
Who cares what you really did?
We'll see it misconstrued
Sure, try to set the record straight
We've decided how you're viewed
We got all this mud around us
And it's ready to throw
"You are so much better than this"
But really... are we, though?
We love a bit of gossip
Doesn't matter if it's true
We're not gonna fact check this
We heard some shit about you
Who cares what you really did?
We'll see it misconstrued
Sure, try to set the record straight
We've decided how you're viewed
We got all this mud around us
And it's ready to throw
"You are so much better than this"
But really... are we, though?
Written By Savio
Feb. 20, 2022, 6:56 p.m.(2/25/1017 AR)
For those who may be concerned about the truth following rumors that my brain has been cooked in the Saffron heat:
Yes, yes it has.
Yes, yes it has.
Written By Savio
Jan. 27, 2022, 1:10 p.m.(1/4/1017 AR)
Good Advice, a Story for Children
I might be a field-mouse, and you might be a frog
But I am here to tell you exactly how to do your job
I know the things that frogs should do, I've seen it all before
Although I had to squint a bit, being distant on the shore
Sure you live in water, and I like a dry and hollow log
But I know what I'm talking about, my best friends are frogs
You need to hop and plop just so, and make a certain splash
No, I can't demonstrate, why would you even ask?
I know how all frogs should be, and some are true disasters
I can't swim at all it's true, but I don't see how that matters
So if you want to be a good frog of upstanding froggy house
Take a hint and consult me; you've got to ask a mouse.
I might be a field-mouse, and you might be a frog
But I am here to tell you exactly how to do your job
I know the things that frogs should do, I've seen it all before
Although I had to squint a bit, being distant on the shore
Sure you live in water, and I like a dry and hollow log
But I know what I'm talking about, my best friends are frogs
You need to hop and plop just so, and make a certain splash
No, I can't demonstrate, why would you even ask?
I know how all frogs should be, and some are true disasters
I can't swim at all it's true, but I don't see how that matters
So if you want to be a good frog of upstanding froggy house
Take a hint and consult me; you've got to ask a mouse.
Written By Savio
Jan. 24, 2022, 10:54 a.m.(12/26/1016 AR)
I am no stranger to loss, but somehow I am still consistently surprised by all the aching, endless shapes of it.
Written By Savio
Jan. 7, 2022, 9:28 p.m.(11/21/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Ravana
Unexpected circumstances prevented me from properly singing to Ravana at the after party of the Thirteen Sorrows play. Needless to say, Grimthog may have had two heads, but he's got nothing on Ravana.
I'm the humblest sailor sailing the sea
I am Ravana and Ravana is me
I killed fifty pirates with only one blade
I never say sorry, I'm never afraid
Saving a maiden? Please, I saved three
I am Ravana and Ravana is me
Take a good look before I am gone
I turn back into a wisp of seafoam at dawn
Not to be fucked with, I think you'll agree
I am Ravana and Ravana is me
My enemies fruitlessly wish I was dead --
I've done all these great deeds, and with only one head.
I'm the humblest sailor sailing the sea
I am Ravana and Ravana is me
I killed fifty pirates with only one blade
I never say sorry, I'm never afraid
Saving a maiden? Please, I saved three
I am Ravana and Ravana is me
Take a good look before I am gone
I turn back into a wisp of seafoam at dawn
Not to be fucked with, I think you'll agree
I am Ravana and Ravana is me
My enemies fruitlessly wish I was dead --
I've done all these great deeds, and with only one head.
Written By Savio
Jan. 2, 2022, 5:41 p.m.(11/11/1016 AR)
Once in the Blacks, now in the White record. A small will for dangerous times --
My steelsilk, such as can be recovered, is to go to House Proscipi for the use of those who may need it.
My alaricite weapon is to go to Lord Haakon Eswynd, until such time as my salt-children are old enough to have use of it.
Everything else is to go to Lord Orland Amadeo, into whose keeping I commit my possessions and my memory.
My steelsilk, such as can be recovered, is to go to House Proscipi for the use of those who may need it.
My alaricite weapon is to go to Lord Haakon Eswynd, until such time as my salt-children are old enough to have use of it.
Everything else is to go to Lord Orland Amadeo, into whose keeping I commit my possessions and my memory.
Written By Savio
Dec. 26, 2021, 6:05 p.m.(10/25/1016 AR)
When it was spring I knew you
Strangers and then more
Making mistakes of meaning
Compelled further to explore
Summer in its rapture seemed
It'd never find an end
All the world was at my feet
And at my side, my friend
I failed to notice autumn
With its clandestine decay
It was only in my reaching
That I found you far away
Now you are a winter mystery
Holding all your secrets close
And within the happiness we built
There's nothing left but ghosts.
I suppose the worst regrets are the ones you don't even understand well enough to remedy.
Strangers and then more
Making mistakes of meaning
Compelled further to explore
Summer in its rapture seemed
It'd never find an end
All the world was at my feet
And at my side, my friend
I failed to notice autumn
With its clandestine decay
It was only in my reaching
That I found you far away
Now you are a winter mystery
Holding all your secrets close
And within the happiness we built
There's nothing left but ghosts.
I suppose the worst regrets are the ones you don't even understand well enough to remedy.
Written By Savio
Dec. 6, 2021, 1:21 a.m.(9/11/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Amari
I looked into the distance
And saw the world in disarray
With every plan and promise
Gone to chaos and decay
The good and righteous forces
Lately never seem to win
And as the days grow shorter
Tattered hope is wearing thin
But in the midst of awfulness
Some pleasures do remain
Tiny secret treasured things
And joy amidst the pain
Sometimes just a simple sweetness
In a world that's gone so mad --
I have honey buttered bread,
Maybe it's not all bad.
And saw the world in disarray
With every plan and promise
Gone to chaos and decay
The good and righteous forces
Lately never seem to win
And as the days grow shorter
Tattered hope is wearing thin
But in the midst of awfulness
Some pleasures do remain
Tiny secret treasured things
And joy amidst the pain
Sometimes just a simple sweetness
In a world that's gone so mad --
I have honey buttered bread,
Maybe it's not all bad.
Written By Savio
Dec. 2, 2021, 6:39 p.m.(9/5/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Orland
My husband recently wrote a very sweet and heartfelt series of notes about our relationship in his Journal. But really the evidence of his commitment is:
All the bullshit I post in the whites, all these songs and poems, are tested first...
On one soul...
Who is required to attend to each one...
And only a fraction of them actually appear here.
Staggering dedication, no?
All the bullshit I post in the whites, all these songs and poems, are tested first...
On one soul...
Who is required to attend to each one...
And only a fraction of them actually appear here.
Staggering dedication, no?
Written By Savio
Dec. 1, 2021, 7:56 p.m.(9/3/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Haakon
The Caravel Song, or, Get To The Boats
Dedicated to Lord Haakon Eswynd.
Their upkeep is a costly chore
You can't bring them close to shore
They're nigh on useless in a war --
And so we say, fuck caravels!
Consider a dromond, you twits
For the same cost, four more ships
Not bound to what the wind permits --
And so we say, fuck caravels!
For raiding a longboat is best
Throughout time it's passed the test
On every shoreline we possess --
And so we say, fuck caravels!
Even galleys, half-assed crap
Have their place in filling gaps
And luring the unwise to traps --
And so we say, fuck caravels!
Why do you soft-pated clods
Have so little love for cogs?
The best for all those trading jobs --
And so we say, fuck caravels!
Fashion is no base for sailing
Ignore that at the risk of failing
And all the while I'll be railing:
FUCK THESE FUCKIN CARAVELS.
Dedicated to Lord Haakon Eswynd.
Their upkeep is a costly chore
You can't bring them close to shore
They're nigh on useless in a war --
And so we say, fuck caravels!
Consider a dromond, you twits
For the same cost, four more ships
Not bound to what the wind permits --
And so we say, fuck caravels!
For raiding a longboat is best
Throughout time it's passed the test
On every shoreline we possess --
And so we say, fuck caravels!
Even galleys, half-assed crap
Have their place in filling gaps
And luring the unwise to traps --
And so we say, fuck caravels!
Why do you soft-pated clods
Have so little love for cogs?
The best for all those trading jobs --
And so we say, fuck caravels!
Fashion is no base for sailing
Ignore that at the risk of failing
And all the while I'll be railing:
FUCK THESE FUCKIN CARAVELS.
Written By Savio
Nov. 29, 2021, 2:41 p.m.(8/26/1016 AR)
Did you know there are certain types of birds that lay their eggs in the nest of another type of bird? Not only that, the interloper bird then pushes out the chicks of the host bird, to reduce competition for itself. All the while the host cares for the outsider as one of its own. Isn't nature interesting?
Written By Savio
Nov. 14, 2021, 8:25 p.m.(7/25/1016 AR)
I've been accused of being a contrarian. Can you imagine?
Written By Savio
Nov. 12, 2021, 11:42 a.m.(7/20/1016 AR)
When you've acted wrongly, I'm here to let you know!
I have rebuke and lectures, ready to bestow
My censure and correction, my unasked-for advice
Get your house in order, and pay the social price
If you make a sorry misstep where everyone can see
I will be there to criticize, open and publicly
But when it's me who took a spill, with egg now on my face --
This is no time at all for blame, let's all show some grace.
I have rebuke and lectures, ready to bestow
My censure and correction, my unasked-for advice
Get your house in order, and pay the social price
If you make a sorry misstep where everyone can see
I will be there to criticize, open and publicly
But when it's me who took a spill, with egg now on my face --
This is no time at all for blame, let's all show some grace.
Written By Savio
Nov. 8, 2021, 2:25 p.m.(7/12/1016 AR)
What do you strongly suspect, but have no proof of?
Written By Savio
Nov. 1, 2021, 10:44 p.m.(6/27/1016 AR)
An Ode to the White Journals III
I love the weather, food and drink
I love the thoughts my children think
I love the shiny thing I bought
I love some things I near forgot
I love the people that I met
I loved that party, best one yet
I love the plans I've come to make
I love the trip I mean to take
Some people read and wish I'd quit --
But it's my journal, deal with it.
I love the weather, food and drink
I love the thoughts my children think
I love the shiny thing I bought
I love some things I near forgot
I love the people that I met
I loved that party, best one yet
I love the plans I've come to make
I love the trip I mean to take
Some people read and wish I'd quit --
But it's my journal, deal with it.
Written By Savio
Oct. 24, 2021, 9:57 p.m.(6/11/1016 AR)
Two weeks on, and I still look for Orland whenever someone addresses Lord Amadeo. What a pleasant strangeness, to think us separate, and then remember after a moment that we two are one.
Someone dear to me said once that I would become a divisive figure. Maybe it's so, but if that's true, I have no regrets.
Someone dear to me said once that I would become a divisive figure. Maybe it's so, but if that's true, I have no regrets.
Written By Savio
Oct. 18, 2021, 1:34 p.m.(5/26/1016 AR)
I never thought I would make it here, and I am, twice over, not the same man I was when I arrived in Arx two years ago. It's been a long, strange trip.
I owe more gratitude to everyone than can possibly be recorded in one place. The support of everyone who attended (particularly those who do not care for Weddings and Parties) means more to me than I know how to say, and I regret that I did not get a chance to speak to everyone. Find me later, we will chat quietly. It is a kindness to me that in a season defined by criticism and castigation, so many people wanted to share and celebrate with us.
I will call out some individuals to whom I am particularly thankful.
First Harlequin Tanith, for such a beautiful cake, we still can't stop talking about the cake.
Prince Sebastian, for understanding something other people do not.
Marquessa Cassiopeia, for an unexpected and moving book-end to a story. And for all her help, support, and unrelenting kindness and cheer.
Raven the Blackheart, for things which cannot be spoken of to scholars.
Prince Arman, for investment in our future, and for his faith in our ability to carry forward.
Lady Medeia Eswynd, for her support of and investment in the House of Amadeo.
Aconite Whisper, for a display of color and beauty into which I want to lose myself completely.
Lady Monique Greenmarch, for a clever game with a surprising conclusion.
Lord Ian Kennex and Lord Haakon Eswynd, for being ready to act against the Disagreeably Unexpected.
Softest Whisper Cesare, for making sure I looked so beautiful, and for his consistent efforts against my natural inclination to act a fool.
Duke Apollo Malespero, for believing in me when I don't.
Zakhar, for making us beautiful things, for being there always, for teaching us to walk confidently into the fullness of who we are.
Count Duarte Amadeo, for acceptance that was not granted easily.
Archlector Giada of the Thirteenth, without whose guidance, wisdom, and challenge we would not have managed this. What she asked of us was not easy, but there is no shortcut to any place worth going.
And Orland, for anchoring my drift, for a loyalty that withstands the depths of my grief and the heights of my mania. He makes me a better man, and I am proud to wear his name.
I owe more gratitude to everyone than can possibly be recorded in one place. The support of everyone who attended (particularly those who do not care for Weddings and Parties) means more to me than I know how to say, and I regret that I did not get a chance to speak to everyone. Find me later, we will chat quietly. It is a kindness to me that in a season defined by criticism and castigation, so many people wanted to share and celebrate with us.
I will call out some individuals to whom I am particularly thankful.
First Harlequin Tanith, for such a beautiful cake, we still can't stop talking about the cake.
Prince Sebastian, for understanding something other people do not.
Marquessa Cassiopeia, for an unexpected and moving book-end to a story. And for all her help, support, and unrelenting kindness and cheer.
Raven the Blackheart, for things which cannot be spoken of to scholars.
Prince Arman, for investment in our future, and for his faith in our ability to carry forward.
Lady Medeia Eswynd, for her support of and investment in the House of Amadeo.
Aconite Whisper, for a display of color and beauty into which I want to lose myself completely.
Lady Monique Greenmarch, for a clever game with a surprising conclusion.
Lord Ian Kennex and Lord Haakon Eswynd, for being ready to act against the Disagreeably Unexpected.
Softest Whisper Cesare, for making sure I looked so beautiful, and for his consistent efforts against my natural inclination to act a fool.
Duke Apollo Malespero, for believing in me when I don't.
Zakhar, for making us beautiful things, for being there always, for teaching us to walk confidently into the fullness of who we are.
Count Duarte Amadeo, for acceptance that was not granted easily.
Archlector Giada of the Thirteenth, without whose guidance, wisdom, and challenge we would not have managed this. What she asked of us was not easy, but there is no shortcut to any place worth going.
And Orland, for anchoring my drift, for a loyalty that withstands the depths of my grief and the heights of my mania. He makes me a better man, and I am proud to wear his name.
Written By Savio
Sept. 29, 2021, 3:53 p.m.(4/17/1016 AR)
An Ode to the White Journals II
Mine is the best and I want you to know
That none are better than mine
You have something different than me
And I guess, for you, that's fine
I would never call you by name
Or describe your choices with doubt
But a pointed word here, a little jab there
You'll know who I'm talking about
Darling, don't be cross about this
Don't send me a sour reply
Cause I've made sure that all I said
Can be plausibly denied
Mine is the best and I'm making a point
That I am better than you
Take it and like it, smile and nod
Of course, what else can you do?
Mine is the best and I want you to know
That none are better than mine
You have something different than me
And I guess, for you, that's fine
I would never call you by name
Or describe your choices with doubt
But a pointed word here, a little jab there
You'll know who I'm talking about
Darling, don't be cross about this
Don't send me a sour reply
Cause I've made sure that all I said
Can be plausibly denied
Mine is the best and I'm making a point
That I am better than you
Take it and like it, smile and nod
Of course, what else can you do?
Written By Savio
Sept. 28, 2021, 6:07 p.m.(4/15/1016 AR)
Branches bare begin anew, with bright green leaves unfurled
A secret ache, a pristine start, delirious new world
But within every birth is scribed a silent, withered end
And every lively warmth is to a fatal frost condemned
When all of life boasts hopefulness on brightly painted wings
What a sweet and fleeting artifice, the promises of spring.
A secret ache, a pristine start, delirious new world
But within every birth is scribed a silent, withered end
And every lively warmth is to a fatal frost condemned
When all of life boasts hopefulness on brightly painted wings
What a sweet and fleeting artifice, the promises of spring.
Written By Savio
Sept. 13, 2021, 11:03 a.m.(3/12/1016 AR)
I have noticed of late a certain trend among the Peerage: That which is confidently stated in salons and journals does not make its way so easily to an individual, face to face. Broad statements are made, with a reluctance to finesse the particulars into a name, a face, a life lived.
There is so much about me to take exception to. I am a foreigner, I am a prodigal, I am recently ennobled, I am the subject of scandal. Perhaps it is me you are speaking to, in your statements?
So come and speak to me. Say to the individual all that you would say to an indeterminate and contemptible Other. The distillation of "us and them" to "you and I" begins in the quiet crucible of conversation, and there, not in journals or before audiences, differing aspects of society may come to know each other.
Come and say what you have to say, gentle peers. I will hear you out, but first you must accept that when you speak to all, you are heard by one. I will be available to you at my Lonely Cloud, or wherever else you may like to go.
And if you find yourself disinclined to say to one person what you would say and have already said to 'all of them' -- why is that?
There is so much about me to take exception to. I am a foreigner, I am a prodigal, I am recently ennobled, I am the subject of scandal. Perhaps it is me you are speaking to, in your statements?
So come and speak to me. Say to the individual all that you would say to an indeterminate and contemptible Other. The distillation of "us and them" to "you and I" begins in the quiet crucible of conversation, and there, not in journals or before audiences, differing aspects of society may come to know each other.
Come and say what you have to say, gentle peers. I will hear you out, but first you must accept that when you speak to all, you are heard by one. I will be available to you at my Lonely Cloud, or wherever else you may like to go.
And if you find yourself disinclined to say to one person what you would say and have already said to 'all of them' -- why is that?
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.