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A rock there is where as they say the ocean dew distills
I am awake. The bed did not collapse under me while I slept, not as much sleep as I wanted, but more than I had gotten previously. I dreamed of aquaria and terraria—fighting fish and salamanders—and some inappropriately dramatic confrontation in a mall or an airport, splintered reputations. I am very tired and I hurt in a lot of different directions. I am not going to manage any of the things I wanted for today.
Have a bunch of links which have sort of been accumulating over the last week.
1. I am delighted by this interview with Jared Harris, even though it suggests that I will soon be watching a TV series about Chernobyl. I think AMC's The Terror (2018) was hands down infinitely better work than the Dan Simmons novel that provided its skeleton, but I still slightly resent the former for not being a book, because it's much harder for me to watch a ten-part miniseries in the middle of the night.
2. Both of these poems really got my attention: Kim Bridgford's "Blue Whale Sonnets" and Anna Talhami's "On the Last Day of Passover."
3. I remember #YourSlipIsShowing, here located in historical context: "The Black Feminists Who Saw the Alt-Right Threat Coming." 2014 feels like a very long time ago.
4. I did not know much about the refugee Jews of Shanghai. I don't see how I can get to any of the multi-branch Brooklyn exhibition this month with all the other travel I have going on, but I hope people on my friendlist do and it's good.
5. I never saw or read anything of John Bowen's beyond Robin Redbreast (1970), but just for its sake I was sorry to see he had died. I will have to look for A Photograph (1977).
Have a bunch of links which have sort of been accumulating over the last week.
1. I am delighted by this interview with Jared Harris, even though it suggests that I will soon be watching a TV series about Chernobyl. I think AMC's The Terror (2018) was hands down infinitely better work than the Dan Simmons novel that provided its skeleton, but I still slightly resent the former for not being a book, because it's much harder for me to watch a ten-part miniseries in the middle of the night.
2. Both of these poems really got my attention: Kim Bridgford's "Blue Whale Sonnets" and Anna Talhami's "On the Last Day of Passover."
3. I remember #YourSlipIsShowing, here located in historical context: "The Black Feminists Who Saw the Alt-Right Threat Coming." 2014 feels like a very long time ago.
4. I did not know much about the refugee Jews of Shanghai. I don't see how I can get to any of the multi-branch Brooklyn exhibition this month with all the other travel I have going on, but I hope people on my friendlist do and it's good.
5. I never saw or read anything of John Bowen's beyond Robin Redbreast (1970), but just for its sake I was sorry to see he had died. I will have to look for A Photograph (1977).
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