"He's always with me, like a bad habit."
Feb. 27th, 2010 10:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
That's what Clarice Starling says about Hannibal Lecter in the book and the movie "Hannibal." Words can't express how deeply I identify with Clarice and her connection to Hannibal. My Hannibal, of course, is Barry Andrews. He's also ridiculously brilliant, shockingly deft with the English language, keen on the best literature has to offer, and in possession of a worrisomely wry and dark sense of humour. The only difference is Hannibal speaks Italian and Barry speaks French, although it wouldn't surprise me if they each spoke the other language as well, and Barry isn't a cannibal...at least I don't think so.
I understand why Clarice got that knot in her stomach when she saw she'd gotten a letter from Hannibal. I could relate. I knew that feeling all to well, even though I had no reason to feel the same way. I only feel the same because I'm what one would call a dorkus maximus. I must admit that the notes I get now don't have the same effect the earlier ones did, mainly because they're written in a familiar language. Very friendly, short and to the point, no pomp and circumstance. The earlier letters were much like the songs, fraught with mystery, danger, and the promise of certain death from above. Even though they scared the living holy shit out of me, I much preferred those letters. Funny, eh?
Does that make me a deep roller pigeon? Am I rolling too deep, wanting to dab my toe in that pool of dread when I know it's the very thing I shouldn't be doing? My Hannibal is actually a decent soul and truly wouldn't harm a fly. He's touched those dark places and carries them with him for artistic purposes. He knows what he's doing. Sometimes I wonder if I do.
I understand why Clarice got that knot in her stomach when she saw she'd gotten a letter from Hannibal. I could relate. I knew that feeling all to well, even though I had no reason to feel the same way. I only feel the same because I'm what one would call a dorkus maximus. I must admit that the notes I get now don't have the same effect the earlier ones did, mainly because they're written in a familiar language. Very friendly, short and to the point, no pomp and circumstance. The earlier letters were much like the songs, fraught with mystery, danger, and the promise of certain death from above. Even though they scared the living holy shit out of me, I much preferred those letters. Funny, eh?
Does that make me a deep roller pigeon? Am I rolling too deep, wanting to dab my toe in that pool of dread when I know it's the very thing I shouldn't be doing? My Hannibal is actually a decent soul and truly wouldn't harm a fly. He's touched those dark places and carries them with him for artistic purposes. He knows what he's doing. Sometimes I wonder if I do.
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Date: 2010-02-27 03:19 pm (UTC)<3
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Date: 2010-02-27 03:22 pm (UTC)So when am I handfasting you? And where? Over here? Over there? If it's over there, I might can persuade him and his pals to make some music before he eats you.
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Date: 2010-02-28 03:16 am (UTC)dude, rolling deep is where its at. balls deep, even.
=D