Where is my dark wet freedom, that dark wet freedom?

Most of today was exhausting, overheated, and unproductive. There was a lot of walking in the heavy sun for nothing. The pharmacy gave me the wrong medication, which I cannot exchange for the correct one until tomorrow. That said—

1. Some unknown benefactor has sent me a DVD of Pier Paolo Pasolini's Medea (1969), starring Maria Callas. Thank you! This is one of the best movies I know about the ancient world.

2. Because it was titled Kore (2006), and because its original songs had titles like "Kore," "Ericina," and "For the Oracle," I impulse-bought a CD by Marlene Tholl from the coffeehouse in Ball Square. So far this does not appear to have been a mistake. Vocally, she reminds me somewhat of Heather Dale, although folk-rockier in style. The CD booklet opens with a short lyric, not replicated so far in the songs I've heard:

Have you heard tell of White-armed Persephone?
She dreamt underground like a seed in winter
She made love with a dark god
She gave birth to her own mother

The photography throughout shows a woman in white entering a cave choked with autumn leaves, a woman in red emerging into the greenery of spring. At the center of the booklet, a marble frieze of Hades catching Persephone up in his arms. Paging nineweaving.

3. I have discovered an entire Tumblr dedicated to ancient Mesopotamia. Hey, look, it's the earliest known author: Enḫeduanna of Ur, priestess, princess, and poet. Across forty-three centuries, she's still speaking.

4. The latest issue of Poetry is very strong: I was especially struck by Roisin Kelly's "Oranges," Doireann Ní Ghríofa's "While Bleeding," Martin Dyar's "The Donnellys," Stephen Connolly's "Fianaise Bhréagach," and Miriam Gamble's "Marine Snow."

5. So this photo does nothing to disprove my native association of Jareth and the gentleman with thistle-down hair.

The cats are curled up sleeping at different points around the house. I would join them if I didn't have work to do. Autolycus purrs a little when he snores.