sovay | Jag har ju sett det på målningar och hört det i visorna

Current Music: Sting and Edin Karamazov, "Come Again"

Jag har ju sett det på målningar och hört det i visorna

Today was apartment post-mortem. With my mother and brother, I drove down to New Haven and packed out the last of the paraphernalia of the past three years—dishes, dried roses, a bookcase, blankets. There were flurries of snow and inexplicably stopped traffic on the way down. Coming back, the sky and the roads were clear. This was the first apartment I've ever moved out of. It didn't look like empty rooms, just before I turned out the lights and locked up: it looked like home I was leaving.

There's no thermostat in the apartment, so my first winter there I'd heavily insulated all the radiators in an effort not to die from the furnace-blast heat; but we had to take off the insulation tonight, so I'd shed my jacket and sweater and shoved up my sleeves and I still felt deliquescent. There was nothing left to move except my laptop, which I'd brought down with me, and a cake pan with three miniature books and a bone panel of

erzebet's tucked inside in layers of paper towel. I walked into the bedroom with the lights out and only the streetlight in through the window, which used to fall right across my bed and the space above its head where I had a framed print of John William Waterhouse's A Mermaid, and now only on bare boards. And I wiped off my face with my hands, and with my finger I wrote on the wall, I love you. —Sonya Taaffe. It wasn't a gesture I'd planned. It felt important to the next tenant. And to me, I suppose. I hope there are pleasant memories for whoever lives there next.

I have a lot of boxes to unpack now. These are the dead days.

I did have a good Christmas. For the annual roundup of loot: I am now the proud possessor of the bilingual screenplay of Paul Apak Angilirq and Zacharias Kunuk's Atanarjuat: The Fast Runner (because my parents are book-ordering magicians: I'd tried multiple times for this one since January and more or less come to the conclusion that it could only be purchased in Nunavut), Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest on DVD (because gift certificates are a wonderful thing and so is

sosostris2012), Tanith Lee's Piratica II: Return to Parrot Island (because I didn't even know a sequel existed until a Barnes & Noble run the day before Christmas), Margaret Atwood's The Penelopeiad (because

strange_selkie knows me and myths), Sting and Edin Karamazov's Songs from the Labyrinth (because I don't know what stations my brother listens to, but I'm thankful for them), and a pot of spiced rum butterscotch (because my brother's godparents are made of awesome). I also have a staggering cold, but I don't want to know whose gift that was.

fleurdelis28 gave me a Yule Goat, which in accordance with tradition she hid in the house for me to find (I wonder if the Yule Goat and the afikomen ever compare notes) and which was then photographed with the bat in a sort of holiday mashup of impressive cuteness. We made our traditional eggnog and figgy pudding, which this year burned like a volcano and had to be extinguished before it could be eaten; and for the first time, we cooked a Christmas goose. It was a success. Shlomo and

fleurdelis28 and I attempted to rot our brains with television, and since we caught the first half-hour of Constantine and the last fifteen minutes of Fantastic Four, I would say we succeeded beyond our wildest expectations. (We did enjoy Tilda Swinton and Michael Chiklis. Keanu Reeves, not so much.) And John Benson has accepted "Perdidit Spolia" for the annual not-Not One of Us one-off, which probably marks the shortest time elapsed between inspiration and acceptance of a piece of mine. None of this hurts.

I could have done without falling down the stairs two days before Christmas, because bits of my back are now unusually unhappy about the packing-out, but that will heal. It seems unfair: I didn't even fall down the whole flight of stairs, I caught myself on the banister about two-thirds of the way down, but I think that's what pulled whatever it is in my back that now twinges each time I breathe in. So much for reflexes.

And lastly, the latest addictive meme:

If I was a Sovay, a perfect Sovay, how would you know it was really me?

Which movie was this quote from?

(Cut for quotable cinema narcissism.)

Elementary, my dear Sovay.

Which movie was this quote from?

"You idiot! Someone's stolen our tent!"

If you are a minority of one, the Sovay is the Sovay.

Which movie was this quote from?

A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose, said my good friend Gertrude Stein . . .

Oh, what sad times are these when passing ruffians can say 'Sovay' at will to old ladies.

Which movie was this quote from?

. . . nec vitia nostra nec remedia pati possumus.

It's a Sicilian message. It means Luca Brasi sleeps with the Sovay.

Which movie was this quote from?

Lucky Luca Brasi.

I met Sovay today. We are playing chess.

Which movie was this quote from?

"You with your visions and your dreams . . ."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

If your rooms were a poet, they'd be Francois Villon. They've known so many scholars, gone, alas.

I have some cheering things for you, for a happier New Year.

Nine

They've known so many scholars, gone, alas.

Of the last century, perhaps. Before I moved in, my rooms had known the same woman for the last sixty-odd years, if not more—thus there wasn't a telephone jack, despite the newly repainted walls, and I had to strip and connect the wires myself. (I left the jack in place for the next occupants. I'm not unusually cruel.) But the earth is a graveyard; there's not a place on its surface something hasn't died. Yale has been in New Haven for centuries. Students have lived everywhere they can.

I have some cheering things for you, for a happier New Year.

Thank you! And a less stressful one to you!

Let me know what you think of the Penelopiad.

I thought it sucked, especially in comparison to your Penelope poem which I read around the same time -- and I usually like Atwood!

Mnuh. I didn't think it sucked, I thought it was lazy -- but I knew she had to have it anyway. I did wish I had also sent along a copy of The Dark: New Ghost Stories, which turned out better than I had anticipated.

Conceptual Margaret Atwood with stylistic flights of fancy apparently looks like The Penelopeiad.

I did wish I had also sent along a copy of The Dark: New Ghost Stories, which turned out better than I had anticipated.

Is all right: I have that one secondhand, and it is good.

I'm glad you found it! Or it found you. Dancing Men didn't strike quite the right balance between grisliness and plain old detail and clarity for me, but I liked everything pretty well. Speaking of Dancing Men, do you like it for the People of the Book anthology?

Speaking of Dancing Men, do you like it for the People of the Book anthology?

Yes. I agree with you that the story doesn't all hold together as I think it's meant to, but I also think it's worth it for the closing paragraphs.

It is! No, I came out liking the story, but I liked the middle sort of the same way you like a Twinkie: it's tasty but you know you're going to be hungry in half an hour, and it's probably bad for you. Beginning, very good! Ending, very good! Middle.... huhwhat?

Beginning, very good! Ending, very good! Middle.... huhwhat?

Yeah—and it might be a perfectly fine middle to another story, but dropped into this one, which opens and closes so devastatingly and so well, it just feels misplaced. Still. It is one of the stories from The Dark that I particularly recommend to people.

I thought it sucked, especially in comparison to your Penelope poem which I read around the same time -- and I usually like Atwood!

(Thank you . . .) The only Atwood I've read is The Handmaid's Tale. I fear that despite the title, it will make or break for me on the characterization of Odysseus: if in order to make Penelope a sympathetic character, Odysseus needs to become a chauvinist jerk, as in a dramatic retelling that a student group at Brandeis once put on and I couldn't watch, I'll contemplate drop-kicking the book. One of the elements I love most about the original epic is how well-matched Odysseus and Penelope are—Odysseus with a trick up his every sleeve, πολύμητις, with περίφρων Πηνελόπεια, Penelope who has her wits about her. I find that fascinating of itself, how two people after twenty years apart can still be on the same wavelength. I don't need to speculate that Antinoos is a more sensitive guy instead.

if in order to make Penelope a sympathetic character, Odysseus needs to become a chauvinist jerk

I'm not sure they needed to make Odysseus a chauvinist jerk in order to make their Penelope sympathetic, though to some extent they certainly did. Though actually, they didn't, entirely -- Odysseus is largely still Odysseus (to the extent of my limited recollection); he's just surrounded by revisionist Odyssey fanfic full of self-actualized people, into which a traditional Greek hero doesn't really fit. He knows he's supposed to be the hero of the Odyssey, and he knows how the story's supposed to go, and he just can't figure out where the heck he's ended up instead, and wants to go home. Which may be behind a lot of chauvanism and conservatism too, but it's not an unsympathetic position -- who wouldn't be annoyed at abruptly ceasing to be the hero of their own epic? And the play makes clear that this is supposed to be one part of the great storytelling tradition of humanity, not "the real Odyssey," which would have driven me up the wall.

And the revisionist resolution, to the best of my recollection, is at least somewhat two-sided; Odysseus has to come to terms with some changes in the story, but Penelope has already had a total dressing-down by her nurse about how she needs to quit feeling sorry for herself and go do something about her situation (at which point she whips the suitors into a frenzied triumph at what manly men they are, and then sweetly suggests that then it shouldn't be too hard for them to prove their worthiness by performing a couple of impossible athletic feats, now, would it?) It's kind of Ragtime set in Ancient Greece.

(And rest assured that Antinoos makes Odysseus look like a model of sensitivity by comparison...)

But I do share your hatred of revisionism that pulls apart couples that were otherwise well-suited. Do you feel the same way about versions that imply that Penelope and Odysseus are both happier at home and abroad, respectively?

I'm not sure they needed to make Odysseus a chauvinist jerk in order to make their Penelope sympathetic, though to some extent they certainly did.

You clearly remember the play better than I do: I read the script one night in

kraada's room and my reaction was, I'm told, somewhat vehement. What I remember of its Odysseus was bewildered and resentful, as though it's all Penelope's fault that he isn't being celebrated with the hero's welcome he looked forward to, while he's neglected her for years and really shouldn't be surprised. And that got on my nerves.

but it's not an unsympathetic position -- who wouldn't be annoyed at abruptly ceasing to be the hero of their own epic?

Maybe he played better onstage than in the script . . .

self-actualized people, into which a traditional Greek hero doesn't really fit.

Explain: I find most of the protagonists of the Iliad and the Odyssey to be realistically characterized rather than collections of heroic attributes, which is why I suspect the stories have lasted; they may not be modern, but I believe them as people. Or do you mean that, within the play, the characters are aware of their own metafiction?

It's kind of Ragtime set in Ancient Greece.

Mother and Father?

. . . you have places to discover, oceans to conquer
You need to know I'll be there at the window
While you go your way—I accept that
But what of the people who stay where they're put
Planted like flowers with roots underfoot?
I know some of those people have hearts that would rather go journeying on the sea
Tell me, what of the people whose boundaries chafe?
Who marry so bravely and end up so safe?
Tell me how to be someone whose heart can explore while still staying here
Let this be the year we both travel . . .

I'm reminded also of Pleasantville (1998), if you've seen that.

Do you feel the same way about versions that imply that Penelope and Odysseus are both happier at home and abroad, respectively?

And only cross occasionally? They would have to be done very well, I think. (I was about to make a comparison, but you would need to read Patricia McKillip's Riddle-Master first.) I can appreciate Kazantzakis' The Odyssey: A Modern Sequel (1938), in which Odysseus arrives home to discover that he's bored out of his mind with family life and promptly runs off with Helen to jumpstart things, but it doesn't particularly agree with my view of the characters—on the other hand, since that epic includes God and ends in Antarctica, I'd venture to say it's not entirely traditional. And if Tennyson's "Ulysses" does not accord with the classical hero's end, it is a beautiful poem. Hm. What other examples were you thinking of?

Maybe he played better onstage than in the script . . .

He mostly struck me as kind of living in his own world, but I think he was largely right about how things in the story are supposed to go. He may be inaccurately eager to go off to war -- I don't remember how that goes in the originals -- and he may have had too much fun while he was there, but he's justifiably proud of the whole horse thing and winning, while the chorus just remembers all the boring hardships of war, and he gets home by hook and crook to his wife and defeats the evil suitors in a legitimate feat of prowess and cunning, tells his son all about his grand adventures, and orders the traitorous servants killed, only to discover that his wife is still mad at him for leaving (or such; I forget what the chief impediment is there), his son doesn't have his stomach for battle, and while everyone is really glad to see Antinoos knocked off, the servant girl who slept with him was really only acting off her then-unrequited love for Telemachus, and is really sorry about the whole thing and has learned her lesson and Telemachus is now in love with her too and refuses to have her killed. It's not entirely his fault that this all confuses him, though it looks more obvious to a modern audience.

Explain: I find most of the protagonists of the Iliad and the Odyssey to be realistically characterized rather than collections of heroic attributes, which is why I suspect the stories have lasted; they may not be modern, but I believe them as people. Or do you mean that, within the play, the characters are aware of their own metafiction?

Oh, just that they're all sort of self-aware and in control of their destinies in a very modern-mentality sort of way, not that they're more complex than their their traditional counterparts. The could all go on Oprah.

Mother and Father?

Both the departure scene, and her going from "Why are you out adventuring when I need you here to deal with problems?!" to "Hey, I can deal with problems myself!" And Father's "Say, was I away too long? Say...when did they change the song?" Except that there is the implication that Penelope and Odysseus do work things out in the end (or after the end).

He may be inaccurately eager to go off to war -- I don't remember how that goes in the originals

I'm not sure it's ever mentioned in the epic. According to Hyginus' Fabulae, he was a total draft dodger: he had learned from an oracle that if he went off to war at Troy, it would take him twenty years before returned (and all his crew would perish into the bargain), and anyway he was not eager to leave his wife and newborn child. So when the envoys from Agamemnon and Menelaos arrived, they found Odysseus wearing a funny hat and ploughing a field with a horse and an ox in harness, apparently stark staring bonkers. But one of them, Palamedes, took the infant Telemachos from his cradle and put him down in the way of the plough, and saw that Odysseus turned aside so as not to run right over the child—not the act of a madman, and Palamedes promptly told Odysseus to drop his pretenses and come with them, because he'd pledged himself to this cause years before when Tyndareus married Helen to Menelaos out of all the heroes of Greece. And Odysseus didn't have much he could say, so he kissed his wife goodbye and went off to war, but he was never Palamedes' friend after that.

They could all go on Oprah.

I'm not sure that's a recommendation . . .

I'm not sure that's a recommendation . . .

Did I say it was?

Have you ever seen the graphic adaptation of the Iliad, Age of Bronze? The utterly insanely madly dedicated author, Eric Shanower, did this bit nicely.

Have you ever seen the graphic adaptation of the Iliad, Age of Bronze?

I have not: I'll have to check it out. Along with Promethea.

Somehow I missed any of the posts in which you'd said you were moving. What prompted the move? Are you moving in the same area or moving out of state or .... I hope you love your new place as well. Let us know how everything goes!

Happy new habitat to you and best wishes.

What prompted the move?

A combination of factors, of which the chief one is unfortunately medical issues; which I am not discussing online, but I should at least point out that I'm not planning to vacate the planet any time soon (unless great strides are made in space travel, in which case I'm out of here). I think next time I move, though, I'll try to do it without the cold, the bruises, and the post-Christmas inertia!

Happy new habitat to you and best wishes.

Thank you!

Sting and Edin Karamazov's Songs from the Labyrinth (because I don't know what stations my brother listens to, but I'm thankful for them)

are you liking it? I saw Sting and E.K. perform "Come Again" on the show "Studio 60 from the Sunset Strip" (and later "Fields of Gold, which is gorgeous played with lutes), and since then I've been hungering for it. I've always liked "Come Again".

are you liking it?

Very much. My familarity with Sting had been previously confined to a handful of songs ("Valparaiso," "The Soul Cages") and the chanteys he led on Rogue's Gallery, but I think I will have to hear more of him now.

"Come again, sweet love doth now invite . . ."

thanks! I'm glad of the recommendation. the only Sting song I can name offhand is "fields of gold", which I think I was introduced to through watching ice skating. *laughs* but more good music is always lovely. ^_^

but more good music is always lovely.

All right: here's more.

good gracious, thank you! ^_^

*retires to luteful goodness*

*retires to luteful goodness*

There was more a comment or so up . . .

Wilt Thou Unkind Thus Reave Me, yes? tis quite lovely. :)

Wilt Thou Unkind Thus Reave Me, yes?

Er. I thought I also linked "Come Again" near the beginning of this exchange. Did I post the wrong link?

*laughs* I'm sorry! I'm half asleep right now, I fear. yes, I got "Come Again" as well. very wonderful it was!

I'm sorry! I'm half asleep right now, I fear.

No worries: I'm the one who's neurotic about a misplaced link! Glad you like!

Thanks so much for posting both of those; they're quite lovely.

I have to admit that when first I heard of this I'd been slightly skeptical of what Sting's approach to early music would sound like, but I'm rather taken with the result. I think I'll be picking up a copy of the album at some point.

The Sting and Karamazov CD is fabulous; I bought it for my mom, but I've a sneaking suspicion I love it more than she does. I also heard it on Studio 60 first (thanks Aaron Sorkin!), and thought it must be a joke (or at the very least too good to be true), but here it is!

Had you lived in this apartment long? I hope you come to love your next place as much. And I hope your back gets better!

I also heard it on Studio 60 first (thanks Aaron Sorkin!), and thought it must be a joke (or at the very least too good to be true), but here it is!

What is this Studio 60 of which everyone speaks?

Had you lived in this apartment long?

Three and a half years. It was my first apartment; I'd only lived in dorms in college.

I hope you come to love your next place as much. And I hope your back gets better!

From your keyboard to God's ears!

Wifiekins could fill you in on Studio 60. It's a show about writers of a comedy show a la Saturday Night Live, and it quite nearly got cancelled, and it's sort of like Aaron Sorkin asleep on the job, after The West Wing, but. Anyway. Aaron Sorkin is my wife's bag.

and it's sort of like Aaron Sorkin asleep on the job, after The West Wing, but.

I still need to see at least an episode of The West Wing. Any number of character actors I like seem to have been involved in that show at some point.

What is this Studio 60 of which everyone speaks?

Oh! Oh! It's an awesome TV show -- okay, no. I should say, it's often an awesome TV show; there've been a couple of really godawful episodes, and Aaron Sorkin (he also did Sports Night the first two seasons of The West Wing) gets really, realllly preachy quite often, but mostly it's witty and great. Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip is about the cast and producers of a late-night comedy show of the same name (which, if TWoP forum-posters are to be believed, rips Saturday Night Live off alot), and their behind-the-scenes dramas and whatnot. But mostly it's really delightful, and I think it plays Monday nights on NBC at 10:00/9:00C.

I'm quite enjoying Studio 60. ok, I giggle with glee each Monday night. ^_^ it doesn't give the same feeling of majesty, of bigness that The West Wing touched in me, but it's Aaron Sorkin, and it has Bradley Whitford and Timothy Busfield, so I'm more than happy. plus, Matthew Perry is doing surprisingly well, and the guest stars are by turns hilarious and delicious. ^_^

Good moving!

Good moving!

Thank you!

Zut, somehow I lost this I was writing, so we'll start her over again and see if this time it works.

Glad you had a happy Christmas, and hurrah for Yule Goats and Christmas Geese. (We had duck, again--goose seems too much work for feeding three people only, although I'd rather have goose, cos ducks have never attacked me, whereas my old horsetrainer's goose used to on a regular basis when I was a bit laddie.)

Sorry to hear about your cold and your hurt back--although I'm glad it wasn't a worser fall--and I hope you're feeling much better soon on both fronts.

It's funny how attached one can come to be to apartments, and yours sounds to've been quite loveable. I'm sorry you're having to leave it, and I hope your new one is very well with you.

The subject line= "why, I have watched that in paintings and heard that in songs" ?
(*sigh* I really need to learn Svenska properly.)

(We had duck, again--goose seems too much work for feeding three people only, although I'd rather have goose, cos ducks have never attacked me, whereas my old horsetrainer's goose used to on a regular basis when I was a bit laddie.)

My brother still refuses to eat duck because we raised ducklings for a couple of years in elementary school; usually we cook a roast for Christmas, but this year we decided to experiment, and goose was fortunately not so close to duck that he felt guilty about eating it.

The subject line= "why, I have watched that in paintings and heard that in songs" ?

I've seen it translated as "I have seen it in paintings and heard it sung in ballads," but I don't know the connotations of visa. It's Antonius Block's reply to Death in The Seventh Seal, when Death asks how the knight knows that he plays chess. It's been in my head because of the last quiz result.

(*sigh* I really need to learn Svenska properly.)

You seem to be doing fine. I don't read Swedish; as with Norwegian, I can recognize the pieces that look either like German or archaic English, with extra diacritics.

My brother still refuses to eat duck because we raised ducklings for a couple of years in elementary school; usually we cook a roast for Christmas, but this year we decided to experiment, and goose was fortunately not so close to duck that he felt guilty about eating it.

That's good.

I've an uncle won't eat duck, for similar reasons; he lived in a house on the banks of a river for several years, and made friends with the mallards. IIRC he allowed once as he'd eat a Muscovy duck; there were some nearby that fought with his friends the mallards, so he hadn't the same sense of fellow feeling for them.

I've seen it translated as "I have seen it in paintings and heard it sung in ballads," but I don't know the connotations of visa.

I don't, either. That's part of why I'm thinking (again;-) that I should really make some effort to learn the leid properlike.

You seem to be doing fine. I don't read Swedish; as with Norwegian, I can recognize the pieces that look either like German or archaic English, with extra diacritics.

That's about how I manage. I know a few words, and enough of it looks like enough to Scots or Middle English that I can sort of blindly stumble through the rest.

About all I can say, though, is "Förlag mej, jag talar inte Svenska."

I've an uncle won't eat duck, for similar reasons; he lived in a house on the banks of a river for several years, and made friends with the mallards. IIRC he allowed once as he'd eat a Muscovy duck; there were some nearby that fought with his friends the mallards, so he hadn't the same sense of fellow feeling for them.

That's awesome.

"Förlag mej, jag talar inte Svenska.

"Forgive me, I don't speak Swedish"?

That's awesome.

Thanks. But I'm not sure the Muscovies agree. ;-)

"Forgive me, I don't speak Swedish"?

Ayup.

I'm not sure it's spelt quite right, though I'm reasonably sure I can say it correctly enough.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Jag har ju sett det på målningar och hört det i visorna

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject