No, not those, those are my time-travel trousers

[sovay]

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.

5. lesser_celery and I are starting Millennium (1996–99) tonight.

Comments

[kenjari.livejournal.com]

Since you discovered the Professor at Tea, I hope that you have also seen Cup of Brown Joy.
Earl Grey? Yes, please!
Other Kenjari used to watch Millenium, and he enjoyed it quite a bit.

[handful-ofdust.livejournal.com]

I absolutely love that poem. It's everything I like wrapped up in a decaying heart-shaped package.

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.;))

[darthrami.livejournal.com]

Have you watched Millennium before?

[timesygn.livejournal.com]

re: "Auspices"

Gorgeous. Thank you.

[snowy-owlet.livejournal.com]

Oh! Oh, that poem made the hair stand up on my arms, started an ache in the back of my teeth.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

That poem is shiversome from start to finish.

[gwynnega]

Thanks for linking that new John Hurt interview!

[steepholm.livejournal.com]

Ooh, I do like the transitive hanging of those small bells.

[teenybuffalo.livejournal.com]

I! DON'T LIKE YOUR TWEED, SIR!

Thank you for introducing me to chap-hop. I... I think I'm in love. Skinny men with goofy facial expressions and British eyebrows, shirtless and wearing pith helmets? Gets me every time. *seeks out everything else by these people*

And on a much less fun front:

Oh, Orson Scott Card, no. Bigotry AND bad writing? He offends my senses in a specific and repulsive way. rachelmanija is an excellent antidote, and I think I may have a blow to strike in my own small way. Tell me what you think of this.

Back in 2004 at Viable Paradise, I wrote a story called "Johannes and the Dane" based on one of the instructors' plot bunnies. It's not the deepest thing ever, but I remember it as being funny, and it involves Hamlet/Horatio. (Dr. Faustus might take us into problematic predatory-gay-guy territory, and I'll have to check whether his role is offensive to present-day self before I go any further.) It later went the rounds of every magazine I knew and got turned down from all. Since then I've sometimes thought of making it free on LJ for a special occasion. To Hell With Orson Scott Card Day might be just that occasion.

[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

Somehow I missed this post entirely. But I have been poring over Inkscrawl and loving what I see. My opinion on "Auspices" hasn't changed (well, it's risen just a bit, but I loved it from the first, so it's not as though you'd notice).

I am looking forward to seeing what they will do with that film, though I do not think that d|p is terribly interested in seeing it. In all other things, we agree, but our taste in movies is often north and south.

Orson Scott Fucking Card. I feel as though he is that man, that creepy, creepy man who exists in a corner somewhere doing foul little things and you do your best to ignore him because he's clearly had some awful damage that put him in that corner. Then you find out he hasn't, but now you ignore him because he is embarrassing but every once in a while someone comes in, points to the corner and asks "what is that funny little man doing?" And then you look and OH MY GODS I CANNOT UNSEE THAT. He's like the avatar of a very specific application of the Motif of Harmful Sensation.

The gorgon's asshole, perhaps.

I wish I wasn't remote controlling my work desktop from elsewhere to slip into the internet. I enjoyed "Fighting Trousers," and if this something new in that vein, I am prepared to be amused.

Speaking of which, say hello to Lucy Butler for me. Actually, just run. (She shows up near the end of season 1)
Millenium is an interesting show. It was funny to watch when I was watching LOST as well, since Terry O'Quinn plays characters in both whose prime failing is that they steadfastly refuse to listen to someone nearby who is always right.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

1.

Congratulations!

2.

I'm none too sure I'll see it, either, but the interview was enjoyable. Thanks for sharing it.

3.

Good grief. I'm tired of Orson Scott Card already, but his approach to Shakespeare is unbelieveable. I can't believe anyone would do that with Hamlet, even aside from the strangeness of adding massive homophobia whilst reducing the Hamlet-Ophelia relationship to nothing _and_ splicing in a strain of Hamlet/Horatio. If he thinks there needs to be a contemporary version, why not simply retell the sodding story?

His attitude towards Elizabethan language alone makes me sick. Any reasonably educated fluent English speaker is perfectly capable of reading Early Modern English, given modern typefaces and decent glosses. Someone like OSC, who claims to value older traditions of education, ought to reflect on the fact that the grandparents and great-grandparents of many contemporary Americans, products of the culture he idealises, were well able to read the Bible in the Rheims-Douay or King James translations, despite speaking an English not greatly removed from our own. For God's sake, my mother's grandparents knew reams of Shakespeare off by heart; they weren't native English speakers, and neither of them had a college degree.

5.

Enjoy! I'm curious to hear what you think of it. I never watched it extensively, but I remember watching a few episodes, as a friend of mine was fairly into it roundabouts 1998.

[ashlyme.livejournal.com]

Ta for the introduction for Professor Elemental, although I think we would come to blows over my preference for coffee.