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Your mother arrives from the world of the dead
My poem "Wisdom" has been accepted by Mythic Delirium. It's a piece I conceived of while staying with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
strange_selkie and darthrami last July, though it turned out to want to be written at this year's Readercon; it has to do with the postwar fate of the fools of Chelm and is entirely unrelated to the fact that Tisha B'Av began tonight, except that I find the conjunction appropriate.
This afternoon yielded frozen yogurt from BerryLine with Eric (I correctly diagnosed the existence and location of the original store on Arrow Street from the presence of a passerby with a medium-sized cup of blueberry-banana, having been previously unaware of any locations other than the one on Mass. Ave.) and a successful pass through two used book stores: I am now in possession of Jane Campion's screenplay for The Piano (1993), David R. McCann's Early Korean Literature: Selections and Translations (2000), Nathaniel Deutsch's The Maiden of Ludmir: A Jewish Holy Woman and Her World (2003), and Théophile Gautier's My Fantoms (2008). The last is making me particularly happy; if Gautier was not one of Tanith Lee's formative influences, then evidently he should have been one of her muses, because the seven stories collected and translated by Richard Holmes are populated by diabolical actors and obsessed painters and beautiful vampires and priests and sexually predatory ghosts of Pompeii; I love the Symbolists. I may go back for the children's picture book about Paganini, if it's not gone by the next time I'm in Harvard Square. It had a terrifying angel.
I have got a dentist's appointment tomorrow.
strange_selkie and darthrami last July, though it turned out to want to be written at this year's Readercon; it has to do with the postwar fate of the fools of Chelm and is entirely unrelated to the fact that Tisha B'Av began tonight, except that I find the conjunction appropriate.This afternoon yielded frozen yogurt from BerryLine with Eric (I correctly diagnosed the existence and location of the original store on Arrow Street from the presence of a passerby with a medium-sized cup of blueberry-banana, having been previously unaware of any locations other than the one on Mass. Ave.) and a successful pass through two used book stores: I am now in possession of Jane Campion's screenplay for The Piano (1993), David R. McCann's Early Korean Literature: Selections and Translations (2000), Nathaniel Deutsch's The Maiden of Ludmir: A Jewish Holy Woman and Her World (2003), and Théophile Gautier's My Fantoms (2008). The last is making me particularly happy; if Gautier was not one of Tanith Lee's formative influences, then evidently he should have been one of her muses, because the seven stories collected and translated by Richard Holmes are populated by diabolical actors and obsessed painters and beautiful vampires and priests and sexually predatory ghosts of Pompeii; I love the Symbolists. I may go back for the children's picture book about Paganini, if it's not gone by the next time I'm in Harvard Square. It had a terrifying angel.
I have got a dentist's appointment tomorrow.
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Thank you!
That Gautier book sounds amazing.
All hail the New York Review of Books.