Sleeping saints, indecent states

I spent more than two minutes on Facebook this afternoon for the first time in six or nine months. On the one hand, its signal-to-noise ratio is still terrible and I'm really not sorry I disengaged, even if it means that I have no easily accessible means of communicating with many friends who are no longer (or never were) on DW/LJ and with whom I'm not in regular conversation over e-mail. On the other, it gave me an article about a fossilized dinosaur brain, an interview with Susan Cooper, and I learned that Richard Michelson, a poet I like and with whom I once shared a reading, has published a children's book illustrated by Edel Rodriguez about Leonard Nimoy and the Vulcan salute. All of which I appreciate knowing about. So that was very nice.

Unrelated to Facebook, I was struck by these three poems: "Fox" and "Dunt: a poem for a dried up river" by Alice Oswald and "Matrilineal Descent" by Robin Morgan.

I have been running around for most of this week, but when stationary in proximity to my computer, I have been listening to Damon Albarn and Michael Nyman's soundtrack to Ravenous (1999) almost nonstop since Wednesday night.

Tonight is my family's traditional pumpkin-carving, cider-mulling Halloween party. I will get to see my cousins' new baby for the first time in the wild. It should be fun.

I have so many movies I want to write about. I will need more sleep.