sovay: (Jeff Hartnett)
sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2022-05-05 06:11 pm

Talking to the poets, telling them your name

Prompted, I assume, by the five minutes of Absolute Hell (1991) I watched last night on [personal profile] rydra_wong's recommendation, I dreamed of watching some nonexistent television featuring Bill Nighy. He was playing one of M. John Harrison's indescribably seedy urban magicians: I really minded the adaptation not existing when I woke. He was perfect.

I continue to feel that my intelligence has been siphoned out through my alveoli, but I got out for a walk with [personal profile] spatch before the afternoon clouded over, the elm leaves were sun-translucent green and the dogwood next door is flowering in two colors, and I have a new shirt which I believe is meant for going to the beach in. I am reading Christianna Brand's Green for Danger (1944) and enjoying it very much despite its dissimilarities to the 1946 film version which I encountered first. Since I own a couple of her art books, I don't think of her as having vanished as fully as it seems she did from the perspective of Hollywood and TV, but this is a nice article about Wendy Froud.