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: I'm singing out this poem all the way back home
- 2: Chinatown, London Underground, you know it all sounds good to me
- 3: Pa vez o pellaat da vag, ha ma c'hoantaez c'hoazh?
- 4: Take us roaming in the gloaming, your Ross rifle by your side
- 5: I spoke of crimes and of my friends in the same breath
- 6: You've got to live the life you're fighting for
- 7: Neuial a ran dre ar ruzenn
- 8: We have come to dance this dance to please the company
- 9: Thousands of ghosts in the daylight
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