I am sleeping like hell these days. Nevertheless—
1. My poem "In the Firebird Museum" has been accepted by Stone Telling. It's one of the poems I don't feel I can take any credit for; it showed up in my head all of a piece when I went to take a shower after finishing a completely different poem for someone else. Considering it reminded me of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rose_lemberg as soon as I'd written it, I think it's gone to the right home.
2. My poem "Ortygia to Trimountaine" has been accepted by The Cascadia Subduction Zone. I've been reading them for the last couple of issues, but they are a new market for me. The poem is what happens when Boston history crashes into Sicilian myth in my head late at night.
3. One of the books I have missed since college is Jon Solomon's The Ancient World in the Cinema, which I lent out in a moment of enthusiasm and never saw again. Dean brought me a copy on Friday. The second edition, revised and expanded. I have seen so many more of its films now—Cocteau's Orphée, Pasolini's Medea, The Fall of the Roman Empire—than I had when I bought it originally from whichever used book store, probably now deceased. Then we went to Houghton Library and looked at the zoological illustrations of Edward Lear. The man drew some lovely parrots.
4. Three copies of a poster arrived this afternoon from the Ottawa Storytellers' Odyssey Project: my poem "Leukothea's Odyssey 6," beautifully illustrated in black-and-white. It was one of their Kickstarter incentives. I am bad about framing things—I had a poster carefully rolled up on one of my shelves for three years before I finally dealt with it this spring and I still haven't hung it anywhere—but I am going to have to make an exception for these.
5. A mysterious benefactor sent me a DVD of Captain America (2012) in the mail, labeled in strongly marked letters "DISCOUNT BIN." I have no excuse not to write about that film now.
It's late enough in the afternoon that the nearest swathe of sunlight looks like a good reason to sleep, but I have to wake up in time to see Gojira (1954) withderspatchel at the Coolidge Corner Theatre. I have been cleaning a lot of things lately. I'm looking at more of the same tomorrow. There has been fun with spiders and that's no fun at all. The bright spots, however, these days are very bright.
1. My poem "In the Firebird Museum" has been accepted by Stone Telling. It's one of the poems I don't feel I can take any credit for; it showed up in my head all of a piece when I went to take a shower after finishing a completely different poem for someone else. Considering it reminded me of
rose_lemberg as soon as I'd written it, I think it's gone to the right home.2. My poem "Ortygia to Trimountaine" has been accepted by The Cascadia Subduction Zone. I've been reading them for the last couple of issues, but they are a new market for me. The poem is what happens when Boston history crashes into Sicilian myth in my head late at night.
3. One of the books I have missed since college is Jon Solomon's The Ancient World in the Cinema, which I lent out in a moment of enthusiasm and never saw again. Dean brought me a copy on Friday. The second edition, revised and expanded. I have seen so many more of its films now—Cocteau's Orphée, Pasolini's Medea, The Fall of the Roman Empire—than I had when I bought it originally from whichever used book store, probably now deceased. Then we went to Houghton Library and looked at the zoological illustrations of Edward Lear. The man drew some lovely parrots.
4. Three copies of a poster arrived this afternoon from the Ottawa Storytellers' Odyssey Project: my poem "Leukothea's Odyssey 6," beautifully illustrated in black-and-white. It was one of their Kickstarter incentives. I am bad about framing things—I had a poster carefully rolled up on one of my shelves for three years before I finally dealt with it this spring and I still haven't hung it anywhere—but I am going to have to make an exception for these.
5. A mysterious benefactor sent me a DVD of Captain America (2012) in the mail, labeled in strongly marked letters "DISCOUNT BIN." I have no excuse not to write about that film now.
It's late enough in the afternoon that the nearest swathe of sunlight looks like a good reason to sleep, but I have to wake up in time to see Gojira (1954) with
derspatchel at the Coolidge Corner Theatre. I have been cleaning a lot of things lately. I'm looking at more of the same tomorrow. There has been fun with spiders and that's no fun at all. The bright spots, however, these days are very bright.
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