The night before last, I dreamed that I was closing up a house, tidying up the garden for the last time, pruning the boxwood, cutting willow withies, chasing birds away from the yew hedges. It was either the first or the last day of summer, and at dusk I burned all the sticks and leaves in a flagged ring of stones on the front lawn.
Somehow I think the fact that I play video games might prevent me from having dreams like that.
But when I left the house, I was walking through rooms, each a different season and a different century, so that I had to duck underneath sprays of nineteenth-century holly and listen to a seventeenth-century denunciation of popish saints' days and somewhere was a room with one of those little artificial fountains,
Sounds sort of like Russian Ark or Testament of Orpheus (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Testament_of_Orpheus), which I watched last night, and turned out to be rather integral to a discussion of Cocteau's Orpheus--I highly recommend it, if you haven't seen it. Heurtebise returns.
And today Sirenia Digest #17
Your "Odd Sympathy" was great and sort of deeply sexy. I love the bit where she realises he's an imitation of himself.
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Somehow I think the fact that I play video games might prevent me from having dreams like that.
But when I left the house, I was walking through rooms, each a different season and a different century, so that I had to duck underneath sprays of nineteenth-century holly and listen to a seventeenth-century denunciation of popish saints' days and somewhere was a room with one of those little artificial fountains,
Sounds sort of like Russian Ark or Testament of Orpheus (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Testament_of_Orpheus), which I watched last night, and turned out to be rather integral to a discussion of Cocteau's Orpheus--I highly recommend it, if you haven't seen it. Heurtebise returns.
And today Sirenia Digest #17
Your "Odd Sympathy" was great and sort of deeply sexy. I love the bit where she realises he's an imitation of himself.