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I had an aunt who loved a plant, but you're my cup of tea
I was made aware earlier this evening that the current administration issued a proclamation on the 850th anniversary of the murder of Thomas Becket celebrating his martyrdom in the cause of religious liberty with all the anti-abortion bullhorns and Christian hegemony to be expected from this dominionist crowd.
I prefer to remember that in high school I watched Becket (1964) with the friend who made my brain turn to lemon pudding with just the smell of her hair and that spring we lay freezing beside one another in a hastily pitched pup tent on the track field because the temperature had plunged below zero during a twenty-four-hour charity relay and despite what years later transpired to have been an extremely mutual interest we still didn't end up making out because neither of us had the gaydar God gave a rock to turn over in the dark and say, I'm cold, Thomas. I can still hear it in her voice. We'd quoted it all winter. A rock.
We wrote our first animal song about fifteen years ago, I suppose. We've written a great many more in the interim, which we find a very good place to work. We have recently embodied all these songs about animals in a new LP called The Bestiary of Flanders and Swann for Parlophone—BMC1164, actually. Very easy number to remember if you think of it as a date, 1164 being of course the date of the Constitutions of Clarendon at the time of Thomas à Becket, marking a very important stage in the quarrel between Anouilh and Christopher Fry.
—Michael Flanders and Donald Swann at the Haymarket Theatre, 18 October 1963
I prefer to remember that in high school I watched Becket (1964) with the friend who made my brain turn to lemon pudding with just the smell of her hair and that spring we lay freezing beside one another in a hastily pitched pup tent on the track field because the temperature had plunged below zero during a twenty-four-hour charity relay and despite what years later transpired to have been an extremely mutual interest we still didn't end up making out because neither of us had the gaydar God gave a rock to turn over in the dark and say, I'm cold, Thomas. I can still hear it in her voice. We'd quoted it all winter. A rock.
We wrote our first animal song about fifteen years ago, I suppose. We've written a great many more in the interim, which we find a very good place to work. We have recently embodied all these songs about animals in a new LP called The Bestiary of Flanders and Swann for Parlophone—BMC1164, actually. Very easy number to remember if you think of it as a date, 1164 being of course the date of the Constitutions of Clarendon at the time of Thomas à Becket, marking a very important stage in the quarrel between Anouilh and Christopher Fry.
—Michael Flanders and Donald Swann at the Haymarket Theatre, 18 October 1963
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a rock. weren't we all at some level rocks. eesh.
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Thank you.
a rock. weren't we all at some level rocks. eesh.
I like to hope I've at least leveled up to paper since.
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