You know a body's got to breathe

1. My poem "Drowning Like You Mean It" has been accepted by Sirenia Digest. The title came first, and then strange_selkie asked me for a poem: I think it's one of the best poems I've written about the sea. You should have a subscription in any case, but consider this an incentive to pick one up.

2. Last night I watched The Hands of Orlac (Orlacs Hände, 1924), the silent original with Conrad Veidt. What surprised me most about the film was not its dreamy body horror—it was directed by Robert Wiene, so Veidt's mounting self-suspicion is sometimes bewildered and naturalistic, sometimes a paralyzed mime—but the fact that it turned out much more like a postwar psychological thriller than a monster movie, which I did not expect from summaries like, "An experimental graft gives an injured concert pianist the hands of a murderer." I also taped The Spy in Black (1939) and Contraband (1940), one of which I'm hoping to watch tonight. I am very fond of Conrad Veidt.

3. I think Alex Jennings may be in danger of getting typecast, but at least he's getting typecast as artists I really like!

I am going for a walk. The hurricane isn't supposed to be until Sunday.