Don't get shot down in the dark alley where the air is smoke and we're so misunderstood

[sovay]

Perhaps inevitably, last night came with a severe emotional crash and today has involved just too much physical pain, but I had a good conversation this afternoon with rushthatspeaks and got out of the house before evening to look at the cherry blossoms in the rain.



Dinner when I got home combined leftover chicken and leftover soup with kneydlakh. Tomorrow we'll make new soup out of the carcass and freeze it. alexxkay has sent me copies of Lloyd Alexander's translations of Sartre's Nausea (1938/1949) and Intimacy (1939/1949). A cat is sleeping on my lap. I am looking forward to the reassuring normality of being bored out of my mind by matzah in a week.

Comments

[batdina]

waitaminute. Alexander did translations of Sartre? How on earth did I not know about this?

[sovay]

Alexander did translations of Sartre? How on earth did I not know about this?

He did the first translations of Sartre into English. I don't know that it's widely known. It was highlighted a couple of years ago by this article on existentialism in Alexander's own works, which turned into a really good Readercon panel last summer. I'm looking forward to them; I've never read anything of Alexander's that wasn't his (deeply formative) children's fiction.

[batdina]

There was a time in my life when I could quote almost every word spoken by Eilonwy. I'm going to wander off and see if I can find any of this elusive Sartre.

[asakiyume]

I've read everything he wrote *except* those translations--even his translations of Paul Eluard--and also his book My Five Tigers; I haven't read that either.

[asakiyume]

Those blossoms are a blessing. I hope by this time tomorrow the pain and exhaustion have receded.

[sovay]

Those blossoms are a blessing. I hope by this time tomorrow the pain and exhaustion have receded.

Thank you. I think it will help if I manage to sleep tonight.

[nineweaving]

Lloyd Alexander and cherry blossoms in the rain are chicken soup for the soul. So's chicken soup.

*hugs*

Nine

[sovay]

Lloyd Alexander and cherry blossoms in the rain are chicken soup for the soul. So's chicken soup.

Everything after 5 pm was much better than everything before.

*hugs*

[thisbluespirit]

The blossoms are still pretty! *sends hugs*

[sovay]

The blossoms are still pretty!

They are! I'm hoping they hold on just a few days longer, although of course since they are cherry blossoms, this beautiful impermanence might be it.

*hugs*

[cmcmck]

Thank you for the blossoms.

I know what you mean about emotional crash.

[sovay]

Thank you for the blossoms.

You're welcome. I'm finding it useful to walk around and watch things flower.

I know what you mean about emotional crash.

*hugs*