And the sea is so much deeper than the grave

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1. I read my book about Egon Schiele on the bus to Porter Square. Periodically I turned a page and the woman seated behind me (who must have been reading over my shoulder) said, "Oh, dear." I can understand this response with some of Schiele's nudes or the full-page color plate of his self-portrait masturbating, but I don't know what she objected to about the sunflowers.

2. I am tired enough that I kept misreading the titles on books in McIntyre and Moore's. I think my favorites were "How the Dead Will Sleep" and "Jane Austen Among the Women."

3. I don't know how I failed to discover Hilda Tablet back in October when I was mainlining Flanders and Swann, but I thank Yuletide for her now.¹ Does anyone know where to get recordings of the original radio plays? Also, Derek Jacobi?

4. Assuming we are not under six feet of snow, fleurdelis28, sharhaun, and I have tickets to the Stravinsky/Bartók double bill at the BSO on Friday. All credit to awhyzip. Also further evidence that Boston is a small world after all.

Five things may be supposed to make a post, but I'm going to read some Patrick Leigh Fermor and go to bed. Someday I will not have a fever. It will be exciting!

1. I turn out to like Henry Reed's poems, too.

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Jane Austen Among the Women

[papersky.livejournal.com]

They told her she could have glory or length of days, and then she changed her mind.

You going to write that?

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You going to write that?

If you've got it first, go for it.

Jane Austen Among the Women

[papersky.livejournal.com]

They offered glory or length of days
and she, who had seen death close,
had no stomach for it.

So she put on soft garments
and hid among the women
talking of children and recipes
and who had got a husband,
caro sposo.

So circumscribed and circumstanced,
practicing petty accomplishments
and playing piano
until the possibility of playing forte
sneaked up on her slyly
and she began to write,
and cough.

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So circumscribed and circumstanced,
practicing petty accomplishments
and playing piano
until the possibility of playing forte
sneaked up on her slyly
and she began to write,
and cough.

That's perfect.

You should send it somewhere.

[papersky.livejournal.com]

I want instant gratification more than I was a potential $20, and some places I could send it wouldn't want it if it had been here first, or on my LJ.

Others wouldn't mind.

Is that genre? What an interesting question.

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Is that genre? What an interesting question.

I don't know if it is genre. (Perhaps only if you know of Achilles' choice, in which case it becomes secret history.) But I like it very much.