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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 ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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" (forhandful_ofdust), speaking of mermaids singing.
4) John Ford's The Quiet Man (1952) is a very strange film.
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.
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Most welcome! Sleep isn't something I'm very good at, but I'm trying to be better about it.
That's because Bing Crosby in real life was kind of a bastard. I recommend sticking with Gene Kelly.
I'll hold that in mind. Glad to know that there's some reason for my feelings about Bing Crosby.
Nor would I compare it to a Gor novel, first because if nothing else John Ford can make a film and John Norman cannot write his own ass with a map and a guidebook
Well, that's sort of what I meant. If I could make myself read a Gor novel, surely I could make myself watch something that was made by somebody who could actually make films*.
I'm sure I'm missing something by not having seen it. One of these days I'll probably manage to do it. It's just... there are things from Irish-American culture that bother me in a completely irrational fashion. Perhaps if I remind myself to concentrate on the cinematography.
*That said, I'm not good at watching films, really--I suppose it's because with a book I can put it down and do something else, read more quickly or slowly, turn back to read a passage again, or even skip ahead to see what happens. Not that I've done that last very often since I was a child, but having the option there seems to somehow be important to me still.
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Oh, God, yes. Which one did you read? Are you better now?
It's just... there are things from Irish-American culture that bother me in a completely irrational fashion.
Understood. You should also know that if you do watch the film, I want your diagnosis on the accents.
Not that I've done that last very often since I was a child, but having the option there seems to somehow be important to me still.
The linearity of movies does sometimes bewilder me. I never used to watch many movies; I could read two or three books in the time it took to watch one. If forced to choose, I still favor the printed word over the moving image. But there are some lovely things on film.
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The one with the... pseudo-Vikings? And the big nasty bear-wolf-alien guys? Marauders of Gor, or something like that, I think.
I was maybe in middle school or the first couple of years of high school, and the (municipal) library had a number of Gor novels in the semi-sorted paperback racks, along with quite a goodly number of other 70s SF and fantasy novels. I picked one up because it looked like a sort of Edgar Rice Burroughs pastiche. Decided I was going to have to read one through, if I were to be able to say authoritatively that they were bad--picked the pseudo-Vikings one because somehow it looked like the least awful of the ones they had. (They hadn't any of the first five or whatever it is, the ones that were supposedly published before he got big enough that he didn't get edited.)
Better now...? Well, I'm not sure. I hope so. I think there's something particularly unpleasant about first encountering ideas that come near-ish to some of one's particular kinks in a form that's highly anerotic, but I don't reckon it's impossible to recover.
Understood. You should also know that if you do watch the film, I want your diagnosis on the accents.
Sure thing, an I do. I'm not as good at the accents from the places where I've not spent much time, Sligo being one of them (I'm assuming the Innisfree in TQM is Yeats' Innisfree?), but I'll keep my ear on them.
The linearity of movies does sometimes bewilder me. I never used to watch many movies; I could read two or three books in the time it took to watch one. If forced to choose, I still favor the printed word over the moving image. But there are some lovely things on film.
That there are. I think part of my problem is that movie-watching is, at least for me, an essentially social experience. I haven't got a lot of people in my physical vicinity to watch them with*, so I'm less likely to see them.
*I'm most likely to see movies with my parents, but there are some that they're just not interested in seeing.