My poem "The House Snakes" has been accepted by Uncanny Magazine. It's the one that ambushed me night before last when I was trying to write about a different Bronze Age Aegean civilization; it owes something to Mary Renault's The King Must Die (1958), like a difference of opinion. There was a snake goddess of gold and ivory on display at the MFA when I was a child; she may be a modern fake, but I loved and used to visit her. I wouldn't have thought of her as one of my touchstones, but there is something about Ariadne I keep returning to.
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a_reasonable_man drove me and Autolycus to the cat's appointment this afternoon, he also lent me his phone to document some of the surrounding post-industrial brick. I liked this recession of layers and textures best. I really need to find some good pictures of the Hood plant back in the day.
Last night I rewatched The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (2003) for the first time since 2006. It is still a terrible movie—I believe now it was the earliest blockbuster I could identify as having traded emotional connective tissue for boom, not to its benefit—and I still have an unmanageable amount of feelings about Jason Flemyng's Dr. Jekyll.
Since
a_reasonable_man drove me and Autolycus to the cat's appointment this afternoon, he also lent me his phone to document some of the surrounding post-industrial brick. I liked this recession of layers and textures best. I really need to find some good pictures of the Hood plant back in the day.
Last night I rewatched The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (2003) for the first time since 2006. It is still a terrible movie—I believe now it was the earliest blockbuster I could identify as having traded emotional connective tissue for boom, not to its benefit—and I still have an unmanageable amount of feelings about Jason Flemyng's Dr. Jekyll.
