When I woke up this morning, there was pelting monsoon rain, and the storm wasn't even supposed to start until tomorrow. For the first time nearly in living memory, most of the Patriot's Day festivities in Lexington have been canceled: no one wants to march in a nor'easter and sixty-mile-an-hour winds. So much for finally attending the reenactments on the Green.
I dreamed last night that I was watching a movie version of Alan Garner's Strandloper, only it was set in the modern day and all the specifics of Cheshire and Australia had been removed, but the underlying mythologies were left intact: this created the effect that possibly the entire story was happening inside William Buckley's head, and as a result I was left mostly dissatisfied with the film. That said, I remember that the three actors who played William, Esther, and Edward were particularly good, and their triangle was played up into the mythological framework even more than in the book. I still wouldn't have considered it a faithful adaptation. And since the last thing I read before bed was the first five chapters of Mikhail Bulgakov's The Master and Margarita, I find this slightly unfair.
Updates. Right. The important ones are that my poem "Reliquiae" will appear this month in The Pedestal Magazine and "Kameraden Obscure: A Retrospective" in Not One of Us. I am also behind deadline for another poem, so I should return to it. I think my time sense has slipped a gear.
I dreamed last night that I was watching a movie version of Alan Garner's Strandloper, only it was set in the modern day and all the specifics of Cheshire and Australia had been removed, but the underlying mythologies were left intact: this created the effect that possibly the entire story was happening inside William Buckley's head, and as a result I was left mostly dissatisfied with the film. That said, I remember that the three actors who played William, Esther, and Edward were particularly good, and their triangle was played up into the mythological framework even more than in the book. I still wouldn't have considered it a faithful adaptation. And since the last thing I read before bed was the first five chapters of Mikhail Bulgakov's The Master and Margarita, I find this slightly unfair.
Updates. Right. The important ones are that my poem "Reliquiae" will appear this month in The Pedestal Magazine and "Kameraden Obscure: A Retrospective" in Not One of Us. I am also behind deadline for another poem, so I should return to it. I think my time sense has slipped a gear.
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