I slept almost nine hours last night, which was especially nice because the previous night I had slept less than one. The last few days have consisted heavily of appointments and running around, although for fun I have been cooking. This afternoon ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch and I continued our wanderings of the Great Meadows, which are still full of cattails and loosestrife and birches but also ruts of stiff black mud where there should be water lilies; the boardwalk runs over billows of dry earth. My mother was describing to me a radio program she had heard about global warming and peat bogs, which led me to regret that Seamus Heaney was not still alive to record the reactions of his Tollund Man.
I am very glad to see Emeric Pressburger's The Glass Pearls (1966) getting even more of the love it deserves. I hope the new introduction talks about the hauntology.
After discovering it on a previous walk, I have picked up the small battered mass-market paperback of E. M. Forster's Maurice (1971) from the Little Free Library nearest my parents' house, not because I don't already own the novel or because this edition is in especially good condition, but as far as I can tell it is the first paperback printing from 1973 and I think it's rather neat. The cover art is no James Wilby.
"Lucan in Averno" has generated spectacular fanart from the creator of a webcomic I have been seeing around for years. Drawn on the darkness, garroted in the laurels he bleeds. I love it.
spatch and I continued our wanderings of the Great Meadows, which are still full of cattails and loosestrife and birches but also ruts of stiff black mud where there should be water lilies; the boardwalk runs over billows of dry earth. My mother was describing to me a radio program she had heard about global warming and peat bogs, which led me to regret that Seamus Heaney was not still alive to record the reactions of his Tollund Man.I am very glad to see Emeric Pressburger's The Glass Pearls (1966) getting even more of the love it deserves. I hope the new introduction talks about the hauntology.
After discovering it on a previous walk, I have picked up the small battered mass-market paperback of E. M. Forster's Maurice (1971) from the Little Free Library nearest my parents' house, not because I don't already own the novel or because this edition is in especially good condition, but as far as I can tell it is the first paperback printing from 1973 and I think it's rather neat. The cover art is no James Wilby.
"Lucan in Averno" has generated spectacular fanart from the creator of a webcomic I have been seeing around for years. Drawn on the darkness, garroted in the laurels he bleeds. I love it.
