Today was very long, very medical, and very expensive. (These last two items are unrelated.) I was operating on a grand total of two and a half hours of sleep, thanks to the little cat who decided to pounce on my head at five-thirty in the morning and coax me out to play by repeatedly biting my wrist. After dinner, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
derspatchel very kindly accompanied me to the MFA so that I could decompress surrounded by cylinder seals and black-figure pottery and antique coinage of America. I am re-reading Mary Renault's The King Must Die (1958) for the first time in several years. It is even more difficult for me now to ignore the novel's at best ambivalent attitude toward women, even or especially the powerful ones, but it formed so many of my ideas about ritual and sacrifice and when there was still a potentially inauthentic snake goddess on display in the classical wing of the MFA, I could not look at her without thinking of the Bull Court, earthquakes, darkness and fires, the sea-surge speaking for the god. I think I shall start a program of handing the book to readers who have enjoyed The Hunger Games.
Someday I would like to be able to own some classical jewelry. Probably what I will be able to afford are potsherds. They will be very old and I will cherish them.
My poem "Foxstory" is now online at Through the Gate. It is a splendid issue—M Sereno, Bogi Takács, Lisa M. Bradley, among others. Despite their strong childhood importance to me, I believe the poem to be my first published foray into foxes; then again, I've never successfully written that much about trees, either. It was directly inspired by Jenn Grunigen's Storyfox: A Database of Vulpine Science Fiction and Fantasy.
It turns out that I will actually take a dress home from a vintage store if it is from the 1950's (as far as can be determined from the materials, the style, the label, and the internet), black and sewn all over with glass beads and artificial pearls, and has a geometric look like fashions from the '30's. If I succeed in wearing it out anywhere, I will make sure there are pictures. I am as surprised as anyone. The last dress I actually agreed to wear was for my wedding and I didn't buy it for the occasion. Anyway, that's what was notable about yesterday.
derspatchel very kindly accompanied me to the MFA so that I could decompress surrounded by cylinder seals and black-figure pottery and antique coinage of America. I am re-reading Mary Renault's The King Must Die (1958) for the first time in several years. It is even more difficult for me now to ignore the novel's at best ambivalent attitude toward women, even or especially the powerful ones, but it formed so many of my ideas about ritual and sacrifice and when there was still a potentially inauthentic snake goddess on display in the classical wing of the MFA, I could not look at her without thinking of the Bull Court, earthquakes, darkness and fires, the sea-surge speaking for the god. I think I shall start a program of handing the book to readers who have enjoyed The Hunger Games.Someday I would like to be able to own some classical jewelry. Probably what I will be able to afford are potsherds. They will be very old and I will cherish them.
My poem "Foxstory" is now online at Through the Gate. It is a splendid issue—M Sereno, Bogi Takács, Lisa M. Bradley, among others. Despite their strong childhood importance to me, I believe the poem to be my first published foray into foxes; then again, I've never successfully written that much about trees, either. It was directly inspired by Jenn Grunigen's Storyfox: A Database of Vulpine Science Fiction and Fantasy.
It turns out that I will actually take a dress home from a vintage store if it is from the 1950's (as far as can be determined from the materials, the style, the label, and the internet), black and sewn all over with glass beads and artificial pearls, and has a geometric look like fashions from the '30's. If I succeed in wearing it out anywhere, I will make sure there are pictures. I am as surprised as anyone. The last dress I actually agreed to wear was for my wedding and I didn't buy it for the occasion. Anyway, that's what was notable about yesterday.
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