In June I'll change my tune

[sovay]

I slept nine or ten hours in the windowless pit of the guest room and woke to the news from selkie about Sandy Irvine's boot. "I mean, dude . . . there's a label on it."

(I wrote a poem once out of a dream in which the photographer of a touring theater company in Faerie was George Mallory, still using the camera he had died carrying, which has not yet floated up out of the ice.)

Comments

[cmcmck]

Irvine had labelled his socks which is somehow very public school.

[minoanmiss]

The boot has a foot in it. Not, you know, part of Mr. Irving's remains, but "a foot". I don't know why that is impactifying me but it is.

[ashlyme]

That's a moving story - I wonder if they'll find the camera. Hell of a poem, too. I love "like a crushed Botticelli".

[asakiyume]

Ahhh, that poem makes me remember Through the Gate--a great little zine.

And the story is excellent. I asked mallorys_camera if she had heard it--for obvious reasons--and wasn't be too surprised that she had.