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Chadwick Boseman has died, which is absolutely unacceptable.
Knowing only his Prospero and his poetry, I found this remembrance of Heathcote Williams by his son a difficult read, like being parented by Mad Sweeney, but beautifully written and recognized.
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selkie about the two or so seconds of Burn Gorman visible in the trailer for Enola Holmes (2020) has reminded me that I still have umpty-bazillion feelings about Pacific Rim (2013), including right now maximal resentment of an apocalypse in which it is significantly more difficult to shake hands awkwardly with someone before doing something stupidly, recklessly, selflessly world-saving with them. Which would be a nice option to have on the table, handshake or no.
Knowing only his Prospero and his poetry, I found this remembrance of Heathcote Williams by his son a difficult read, like being parented by Mad Sweeney, but beautifully written and recognized.
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I don't know if I've read that. If I did, it was before the name meant anything to me. I first ran into him as Jarman's Prospero.
Years later, I had a brief correspondence with him. He wanted to buy some Elizabethan books I had reprinted by Robert Greene, as research for a movie role.
Did he? And what movie?
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I did send him the books. I remember saying I didn't need payment, as the books were largely dead inventory at that point; don't recall if he insisted on paying anyways.
The movie may have fallen through, as I don't see a credit in IMDB for such a role. Then again, perhaps he had his historical Greene's confuzzled, as he *did* play publisher *Nick* Greene in Orlando (1992). Although that doesn't work, since I didn't start that publishing project until 1993. It is a puzzlement.