(This is all OOC.) I don't often submit things for publication. (I dunno what, if anything, to do with the Herethroy Love Story Novel That Needs A Title, but that's a harder question.) But an ezine I heard about had an interesting theme: write a 300-word excerpt from a nonexistant work, to be published as a fragment. Inspired by the fragments of the Necronomicon and the King in Yellow, I presume. They didn't have to be fiction, or even in any extant language.
So I tossed together a bit of oddness. I should have known better: I am allergic to the very name of the ezine. Anyways, it got rejected. There's not a lot of other market for such things, so here it is... afterwards, there's an angsty little survey.
[From "Tsurallaa Sykku", a collection of traditional Vairihani advertisements with facing English translations]
KASKAUN (title): [A common name for a pet rabbit, in the optional/possible future form]
|Mihaunnu kylly chaioi||At some point in the near future, we will fail to understand|
|Atsully kyrryat 'toi.||the desired proportions of our privelege (atoi)/life (otoi)|
|Ksaksauitellen too||Neither learning more about sacred cabinet-making|
|Chero vyellenoto||Nor finding several new and brightly colored sexual partners|
|Psirri||be able to restore all the lacking pleasures/contentments after they have been so terribly eroded by constant exposure to thick salt tears,|
|Tallasessat yoto.||as you already understand.|
|Kammenat psasella tive||There's no use|
|Rauen nirnaanat nanive||Making pilgrimages to your beloved birthplace, from which you have long departed,|
|Loipsertele hanaprissa.||For it has been delivered to your tribe's traditional enemies as weregeld for the crimes of your ancestors.|
|Koi chavenka kanvenkissa||Partial paralysis induced by eating too much underripe fruit|
|Tar tirtavattissa!||All your performances of vigorous country kissing-dances.|
|Maane mepsaakaan maelle||Drinking the hot musky words from the dry pages adorned with coiled illuminations drawn in ink or semen voided by the poetic squids of yesteryear|
|Maakenmaa psysala selle.||will not melt long-established ice glaciers of ennui into an ocean of passionate blood.|
|Vaakara raakyi raakyao||Nonetheless, a pet rabbit, small and happily furred,|
|Vaakanka Kasta takyao'||Which you can name "Kastyie", as is traditional for pet rabbits, if you so wish,|
|Ksirri||diminish those aspects of your soul which are receptive to despair|
|Vaaktenkrastattak vao||and can be served as a side dish if, by some misfortune, it dies before it has done so.|
[OOC: Grr! This was gonna be an actual poll, but I couldn't persuade that to work either.] So what should I do about this? Write more stuff like that (or other views of alienness) and post to LiveJournal? Try again at the allergic ezine? Put non-Sythry stuff in the bard_bloom account, and keep sythyry for Sythyry? Write more Sythyry and things like that? Apologize to the bunnies? Stop moping and whining?