No, not those, those are my time-travel trousers
1. My poem "Taking the Auspices" is now online at inkscrawl. The rest of the issue is impressive, too—selkies, Catullus, cities in translation.
2. I still don't know that I'm going to see Tomas Alfredson's Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy (2011), but I will take any excuse to read an interview with John Hurt, especially when he talks about weedkilling and Facebook: "I think people should be protected from being made to feel that they want to know what somebody famous had for breakfast."
3. Counteract Orson Scott Card; help
rachelmanija list queer main characters in genre YA. Also, write Hamlet slash.
4. Courtesy of someone I met, appropriately, on Sunday at Tea: chap-hop.
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lesser_celery and I are starting Millennium (1996–99) tonight.
2. I still don't know that I'm going to see Tomas Alfredson's Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy (2011), but I will take any excuse to read an interview with John Hurt, especially when he talks about weedkilling and Facebook: "I think people should be protected from being made to feel that they want to know what somebody famous had for breakfast."
3. Counteract Orson Scott Card; help
4. Courtesy of someone I met, appropriately, on Sunday at Tea: chap-hop.
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And yay for Milennium! Fair warning: As with every serialized narrative, it take a few ep.s to find its feet, but I think you'll nevertheless be able to enjoy aspects of it right from the get-go. I often think it plays a lot better removed from its fin-de-siecle context; what seemed like haphazard commentary on current events takes on a certain historical flavour, allowing us to be vaguely nostalgic rather than been-there-seen-that about certain now-classic tropes. But one way or the other, Frank Black's a fine, mournful protagonist trapped in a world of horrifying symbolism--your kind of guy.;))
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So far we've had Yeats and Auden; I'll take it.
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Thank you!
I don't know why my brain suddenly came out of remission in August, but I'd like it to stick around for September, please. (I realize this metaphor sounds as though I'll die of it. Right now, I'll take that chance.)
I often think it plays a lot better removed from its fin-de-siecle context; what seemed like haphazard commentary on current events takes on a certain historical flavour, allowing us to be vaguely nostalgic rather than been-there-seen-that about certain now-classic tropes.
I love when art becomes accidentally documentary, especially when it was aiming for a different kind of topicality entirely.
Frank Black's a fine, mournful protagonist trapped in a world of horrifying symbolism--your kind of guy.
At least I have good taste when I'm obvious!
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Dude. I look forward.