And the subject's no Venus

[sovay]

I keep feeling that I have forgotten how to say anything. I should be used to it by now, but I also keep feeling that doesn't mean I have to like it.

The heat outside is stunning, both in the sense that it is impressive and that it makes you feel poleaxed. I sat on the front steps for a while with Puck of Pook's Hill and so long as I didn't move, I could remain in bare equilibrium with the hundred and one degrees Fahrenheit. When I walked ten feet to meet the postman (I got paid for a poem), I started to overheat.

teenybuffalo found this photo of me from the Rhysling Slan on Saturday. Speaking of stunned, I look like a case of Dante Gabriel Rossetti. My hair is not, in most lights, actually that color. (Naturally, I think everyone else looks fine.)

On Mass. Ave., there is a bus stop near the Arlington-Cambridge line whose name, thanks to the prerecorded quality of the speakers on the 77, always sounds like "Carhouse Yates." It's not, but I have decided this must be a character's name. You should wonder whether the first part is given or a colorful story and no one, including his biographers, should ever be able to find out.

I wish I were in the sea.

Comments

[gwynnega]

I wish I could waft some of LA's unseasonably mild weather towards the rest of the country.

[steepholm.livejournal.com]

I wish I were in the sea.

Or lying in a cold bath, a la Elizabeth Siddal? Seriously, it sounds vicious - take it easy over there.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

The heat is perfect. It is ultimately, and essentially, summer, and every thing and person knows it, and I love that.

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

Nice photo in general. The hair is just some muse settling for a moment and passing on, I'm sure. Touched with fire and all that.

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

I wish I were in the sea.

Wouldn't that be lovely? I can't remember the last time I was in the sea--ten years? fifteen? This is Wrong.

Nine

[movingfinger.livejournal.com]

(Are you sure it's not Carthouse Yates? Or Carthorse Yates?)

At any rate, he's likely to be one of the old Innsmouth Yateses, a lobsterman who does odd jobs in the off-season and gets something strange in his traps once in a while.

[teenybuffalo.livejournal.com]

So I'm curious. What do you do with your payment for a poem? When I'm paid for writing or some other creative work, I usually go to chuck the check into my account, then say, "Wait, I'd just spend it on groceries, let's mark the occasion," and use the money to buy something frivolous, instead.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

The heat's been like that here as well. I've left the part of the lawn I didn't get on Monday go unmown again. I'm starting to wonder if I should have put on the floodlights and torn into it at ten or eleven tonight.

Hurrah for Puck of Pook's Hill, and I'm glad you were paid for a poem.

Tis a lovely photo, actually.

Carhouse Yates should be a character. Perhaps you could write about him? His mother was one of the Virginia Carhouses, of course, on her own mother's side. Or at least that's what he always said; some unkind people used to claim it came from an incident involving a sudden and drastic inability to remember the word "garage."

[lauradi7.livejournal.com]

It's Carhouse gate. The carhouse is where the electric buses used to stay. Instead of gate it probably means driveway.

[clarionj.livejournal.com]

When I hit your last line, I just felt a smile spread. I wish you some sea-time too! And that IS a great name; hope a story follows soon.