And now everything has raisins 'cause you fell for a raisin-crazy fool

[sovay]

I had a very nice time this evening reading Charon and listening to everyone else in Tom Stoppard's The Invention of Love (1997) on the Scintillation Discord, notably featuring nineweaving and rushthatspeaks as the older and younger Housman, and then as I was driving home from dropping off Rush-That-Speaks I turned on WGBH and found myself in the middle of a jauntily jaundiced jazz un-standard that sounded like a lost Rodgers and Hart and turned out to be Rachael and Vilray's "Hate Is the Basis of Love" and now it's stuck in my head and so is some Anakreon, so after all this has been a pretty good night.

P.S. I completely forgot to mention the turkey that approached me at a stop sign earlier in the afternoon. I hope it was able to catch the next cab.

Comments

[asakiyume]

Turkeys were on the move yesterday! A whole bunch of them were foraging in my backyard. One slipped on the crusted snow.

I'm glad the reading turned out fun. I'm guessing Stoppard doesn't presuppose hate as prompting the invention of love? (... or does he? I don't know the play)

[sovay]

Turkeys were on the move yesterday! A whole bunch of them were foraging in my backyard. One slipped on the crusted snow.

Oh, no! Was it all right?

I'm glad the reading turned out fun. I'm guessing Stoppard doesn't presuppose hate as prompting the invention of love? (... or does he? I don't know the play)

No, not at all. It's a ghost play for A.E. Housman, set between memories and the Styx. I love it very much.

[asakiyume]

It was fine: picked itself up and walked on as if unconcerned at all what a watching human might think.

It's a ghost play for A.E. Housman, set between memories and the Styx. I love it very much. <3 <3 <3 And I love this.