And the ghost of Descartes screams again in the dark
1) My poem "Fjöturlundr (Saturnian)" is now online at Lone Star Stories. It is not formally dedicated to
fleurdelis28, but she asked the question that began it, so lay any blame at her door, please. While you're there, I particularly recommend Patricia Russo's "People, Unnoticed," which may cause you to think differently about spiders, short hair, and street corners, and Amal El-Mohtar and Nicole Kornher-Stace's beautiful tarot dance of demon lovers, "The Maiden to the Fox Did Say."
2) Though if it is demon lovers you're after, then you should have a subscription to Caitlín R. Kiernan's Sirenia Digest and this month's whisper in the dark, "A Canvas for Incoherent Arts." As a rather strange bedfellow, my sea-story "Till Human Voices Wake Us" (originally of Not One of Us #28) is also reprinted therein.
3) Future issues of Sirenia will contain my poems "The Coast Guard" and "Αὐδήεσσα" (for
handful_ofdust), speaking of mermaids singing.
4) John Ford's The Quiet Man (1952) is a very strange film.
2) Though if it is demon lovers you're after, then you should have a subscription to Caitlín R. Kiernan's Sirenia Digest and this month's whisper in the dark, "A Canvas for Incoherent Arts." As a rather strange bedfellow, my sea-story "Till Human Voices Wake Us" (originally of Not One of Us #28) is also reprinted therein.
3) Future issues of Sirenia will contain my poems "The Coast Guard" and "Αὐδήεσσα" (for
4) John Ford's The Quiet Man (1952) is a very strange film.

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Re: The Quiet Man--how so? Is it about Mary Kate's obsession with her own dowry? Or her brother's obsession with it?
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Re: The Quiet Man--how so? Is it about Mary Kate's obsession with her own dowry? Or her brother's obsession with it?
Neither. The dowry is explained very well: "Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed of having my own things about me . . . Until I've got my dowry safe about me, I'm no married woman. I'm the servant I've always been, without anything of my own!" It is not a matter of money; it is a matter of identity, which Sean fails to understand. (He really should, because he bought his ancestral cottage White o' Morning for the same reasons, a piece of tangible past like Mary Kate's fortune that was her mother's and her mother's mother's before her. And eventually he does, or there would be no happy ending. But it takes a little time.) It's the way the film starts as a fairly straight romance-drama crossbred with ensemble comedy—but the two central issues, Mary Kate's dowry, Sean Thornton's past, are quite serious—and then suddenly the realism snaps and it's all ludic carnival in the final stretch, complete with broken fourth wall. It's like the ritual subtext turns into text. And somehow it doesn't break the film.
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