The moon asleep on its back, a blue-black helmet of sky

1. My poem "The Magdalene of Gévaudan" has been accepted by Sirenia Digest. This is the werewolf litany. You will want to subscribe.

2. The English National Opera is doing Mieczysław Weinberg's The Passenger. I wish there would be a broadcast.

3. The same person at Single Malt & Song last night performed "A Complete History of the Soviet Union as Told by a Humble Worker, Arranged to the Melody of Tetris" and Voltaire's "When You're Evil," which is the sort of thing I appreciate. I was exhausted when I showed up, but my basic nocturnality kicked in around eleven o'clock and I wound up having a really nice time. I believe I used Lal Waterson's "The Scarecrow" to illustrate why someone should read The Dark Is Rising.

4. Forster and Cavafy. I feel like an idiot for not realizing they knew one another, although it sounds from this review as though the fact might easily be missed.

5. I wish I could vid. Arcade Fire's "Black Mirror" was made for Cocteau's Orphée (1949).

And because I have been forgetting to post this cartoon for weeks, but it actually makes me laugh out loud: "Someone has also drawn you comically small during this whole time."

It feels like it's wartime

New York in 1941 and '42, in color.

I love this sort of thing.