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I'll stay out until my mind is like a clear glass
In the midst of this week, we are in a block of doctor's appointments, but following this afternoon's I climbed up to the railings behind the Salem Street Burying Ground and hung over them with my camera, an operation which still put me in snow to mid-calf. Its winter-drifted gravestones date from the late seventeenth through the late nineteenth centuries, with one modern interpolation for the unmarked, enslaved dead. I should go back for their slate-carved winged skulls in spring.
The current sunset is one of those violet riots, but at the time of this photo, the clouds above the fan of trees were just starting to flush gilt-grey. That attenuated stretch of the Mystic that always looks more like an industrial canal than a river was a glaucous freeze at its margins and flat-skimmed snow down its center. I cannot believe I never encountered Socalled's Ghettoblaster (2006) until its twentieth anniversary. Then again, only forty years after the fact did it occur to me that I would have accepted The Last Battle (1956) much more readily if Lewis had made it Ragnarök instead of Revelations.
The current sunset is one of those violet riots, but at the time of this photo, the clouds above the fan of trees were just starting to flush gilt-grey. That attenuated stretch of the Mystic that always looks more like an industrial canal than a river was a glaucous freeze at its margins and flat-skimmed snow down its center. I cannot believe I never encountered Socalled's Ghettoblaster (2006) until its twentieth anniversary. Then again, only forty years after the fact did it occur to me that I would have accepted The Last Battle (1956) much more readily if Lewis had made it Ragnarök instead of Revelations.
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You and your hobbies.
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Graveyards just crop up around here.
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(Sighs with delight)
Who wouldn't?
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It's no contest! It finally occurred to me that I knew a mythos in which the world ended and I did not want to hurl it across the room from the time I was reading Lewis and he knew it, too! Letters as deep as a spear is long on the trunk of the World Ash Tree! Some say there is giantish blood in the royal family of Charn! It was right there!
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Thank you!
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Somebody must have thought of it before me. Starting at the other end of the series, you could read Jadis as a jötunn with extraordinarily little effort.
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And yesterday's sunset was ~ amazing ~