My health seems to have uncrashed. Knock wood, sacrifice to Asklepios, etc. Continuing this weekend's celebration, I met
nineweaving for chocolate tonight and afterward watched A Room with a View (1986), which had both the luminous composition of an oil painting and characters who took up three-dimensional space (and Denholm Elliott, of whom I only wish there was a statue on Old Campus . . .). Sirenia #30 arrived in my inbox a little before midnight; there is a perfect Burne-Jones as illustration for "The Mirror of Venus" and "Rappaccini's Dragon" is as good as its title promised. If you haven't subscribed already, it may not be too late. I am going to bed, to finish reading M. John Harrison's Light. It has no lack of obsessions itself. Fine by me.
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- 1: You flipped the script and you shot the plot
- 2: And the birds flew right by and the earth made them sing
- 3: Once you know it's a dream, it can't hurt
- 4: Can you see me? I'm waiting for the right time
- 5: There's nothing here but echoes
- 6: If I'm hoping, then I'm hoping for the frost
- 7: There's no boat to take me where all the stars go to cross the water
- 8: All the ghosts, some old, some new
- 9: The wind is blowing the planes around
- 10: Let the lights run like rivers all over my skin
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