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sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2012-04-22 12:35 am

A fluttering flickering cloud of white flakes falling on the apparition

The ending of this week was slightly eaten by someone else's medical for a change, but everyone is alive and well and if not living in New York, at least some of us are going there next week to see The Gang's All Here (1943). Carmen Miranda. Busby Berkeley. Lots of fruit. If Wittgenstein didn't watch this film after one of his lectures at Cambridge, his biographers have been misleading me for years. I'm just not sure the Film Forum will allow us to bring in pork pies.

Today was mostly quiet, which was fine. I slept nearly ten hours and even had dreams I could recall: one was stupid and involved finding a bathing suit, but the other was about a three-person lesbian/genderqueer band I'm actually sorry doesn't exist. I think the drummer was hitting on me. In the afternoon, I went over to [livejournal.com profile] gaudior and [livejournal.com profile] rushthatspeaks' and did not watch the next episode of Due South (1994–1999), because the television remote refused to be found even in the box marked "OMG SO FRAGILE" and "NO SQUISHING," but they offered me pancakes and showed me the weird little fort on Prospect Hill which overlooks Union Square; the wind breaks over it as if off the sea, which is why my hair is still very snarled. There were trees growing all round the second terrace, just breaking into white, very sweet-smelling blossom. We have no idea what kind they were, but I climbed over the rail and broke a branch for Lila. It is not the fault of trees everywhere that I will always associate May blossom with the Mari Llwyd.

(Someone of M. John Harrison's acquaintance actually made a Mari. Unsurprisingly, it freaks me out exactly as much as I imagined from Silver on the Tree (1977). The fact that Harrison had it haunt one of the protagonists of Light (2002) kind of hacked my brain.)

Cowboys & Aliens (2011) is exactly what it says on the tin.

[identity profile] asakiyume.livejournal.com 2012-04-22 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
Between the fort overlooking Union Square and the little park by North Station, I'm thinking I'm going to have to start bookmarking your entries for a Hidden Sites of Greater Metropolitan Boston book. Or pamphlet, at the very least.

[identity profile] asakiyume.livejournal.com 2012-04-22 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
Just don't blame me when we wind up somewhere I know better, like fourth-century Sicily.

Um, I can't tell you enough how totally fine that will be with me.
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[personal profile] selidor 2012-04-22 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
You folks are hilariously awesome.

the sadistic muse of ill-timed inspiration

[identity profile] asakiyume.livejournal.com 2012-04-22 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
Muhahahaha, my work here is done.

[identity profile] cucumberseed.livejournal.com 2012-04-22 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Keep being a poem generator. The poem was really good and Sovay and Cooney put me up to writing a blues song about Patty.

[identity profile] mrbelm.livejournal.com 2012-04-22 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
A bock away from my house and you didn't stop to say hello?

[identity profile] cucumberseed.livejournal.com 2012-04-22 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
but the other was about a three-person lesbian/genderqueer band I'm actually sorry doesn't exist.

I think I have an image of what they would look like if they were in my head (all dapper and adorable) and that they would sound a little like Mammal Club...

[identity profile] steepholm.livejournal.com 2012-04-22 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
made a Mari

"First, catch your dead horse..."

[identity profile] ashlyme.livejournal.com 2012-04-22 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
Nice icon!
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[personal profile] selidor 2012-04-22 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
Unsurprisingly, it freaks me out exactly as much as I imagined from Silver on the Tree (1977). The fact that Harrison had it haunt one of the protagonists of Light (2002) kind of hacked my brain.)

Those are beautifully disturbing art images. I'm exceedingly glad there's someone else for whom Light was a nightmarish wait for a dancing chase with red-ribbons-afly and the ghost-tide coming in.

[identity profile] ashlyme.livejournal.com 2012-04-22 10:00 am (UTC)(link)
That Mari is awesome! If only pantomime horses looked like that... I need to re-read Light; I still don't know whether I love that novel.

Is the June Tabor track a PJ cover?

[identity profile] ashlyme.livejournal.com 2012-04-22 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
I first got into MJH through Viriconium (the Mari appears at least twice in the short stories), then Climbers. I can see why you love Course so much. And yeah, Rush's thoughts on Harrison are great. ("Okay Mike, now you can bump off the rest of London's great magicians...") I should tell them this!



Thanks for the links - I now have the Mari in my head, and the makings of something - most likely a poem.

[identity profile] ashlyme.livejournal.com 2012-04-22 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Heh. Thank you!
Edited 2012-04-22 15:41 (UTC)

[identity profile] moon-custafer.livejournal.com 2012-04-22 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
(Checks calendar) Oh good, May Day isn't this Monday* but Tuesday of the following week - if in the Toronto area, be aware that Morris dancers will most likely be in the parking lot at High Park around dawn.

*I'm starting a temp job tomorrow, and doubt I could risk any detour through the park while on my way to a place I've never been before.
Edited 2012-04-22 11:43 (UTC)

[identity profile] greenlily.livejournal.com 2012-04-22 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
I have no idea where people do May Day in Boston, now that I think about it.

The Boylston St. footbridge over the Charles. I always mean to go, but being out of bed by 5:30--let alone being at the River by 5:30--is never a realistic goal for me.

[identity profile] moon-custafer.livejournal.com 2012-04-23 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks. It's only supposed to be a week long, so I may be at liberty again by May Morning - in which case I'll try and drag myself out of bed and take some pictures - I got a few ok snaps a few years ago - plus some excellent photos of a heron taken on the way back to my place.

[identity profile] snowy-owlet.livejournal.com 2012-04-22 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh I was going to make a comment about how Cowboys & Aliens was just the kind of stupid I wanted, but then I looked at the Mari after having listened to an hour-long show about Sitting Bull, and now my head is full of all the horse bones I kept finding when I visited Pine Ridge.

[identity profile] snowy-owlet.livejournal.com 2012-04-23 12:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Very likely, you troublemaker.
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[identity profile] ajodasso.livejournal.com 2012-04-22 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I love Due South Seasons 1 and 2, but I fear I never warmed to the new Ray who kicked in with Seasons 3 and 4 (which results in me ignoring those two seasons entirely).

I'm likely to be in/around Harvard Square on Wednesday, so, as per usual, if you fancy tea or lunch, just drop me a line :)
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[identity profile] ajodasso.livejournal.com 2012-04-22 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
I have Seasons 1 and 2 on DVD, although said DVDs are in the UK in storage. Bugger. You've made me realize I haven't re-watched them in a while!

Oh, have fun in NYC :) But the week after that, yes, I should be available (in and around my scattered museum shifts).

[identity profile] cucumberseed.livejournal.com 2012-04-22 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I missed the Mari the first time through this post.

EEP.

[identity profile] ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com 2012-04-22 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry for the ending of the week, but glad everyone is alive and well.

I'm glad you slept and had dreams you recalled.

It's interesting there's a weird little fort--is that a fort in the military sense, or a fort-like construction of indeterminate use?

Cowboys & Aliens (2011) is exactly what it says on the tin.

Indeed. What did you think of it? Or is it better not to ask?

[identity profile] ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com 2012-04-23 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
The weird little fort itself dates back no farther than 1902, so it's a memorial rather than a military fortification...

Coolness. I'm not sure I've ever seen a memorial quite like that. Will have to search for images.

I think it could have been an excellent blend of both genres if the script had been less conventional. It had the right amount of grit for a classic revisionist Western and even some interesting sketches of character. Unfortunately, just about everyone died whom you expected to.

Ayup. I thought there was a little too much Stuffed-in-Refrigerators, myself. Then again, I'm sentimental, so that always bothers me.

I did think it was interesting that the Harrison Ford character survived--I was expecting that the only redemption a Hollywood film would allow him would be a heroic sacrifice, perhaps in the place taken by the Olivia Wilde character.

Then again, the hero riding off alone is also a bit of a cliché--perhaps the Daniel Craig character riding off in the company of an extraterrestrial, with at least a few of the attendant ambiguities pointed out*, would have been a greater trope-aversion. I'm not a good judge of these things.

All in all, I thought it was better than most of the reviews I read made it out to be**, but not as good as it could/should have been.

*Is this a romance? Is it a friendship? What does Ella actually think about this? Does she even have those categories at all, much less in a manner that's compatible with a 19th century American man's way of thinking about such things? What is her true physical appearance? Her actual biology? Being a human woman must be, at least in part, a role she plays. Does it relate at all to her actual gender, if she even has one that translates into 19th century Western Homo Sapiens Sapiens concepts?

Of course, showing that in a movie might be fairly difficult, and being allowed to do so in a Hollywood movie fairly well unlikely. Oh well.


**Most of the mainstream media reviewers couldn't seem to grasp the concept that a science fiction movie could be legitimately set in the past on Earth rather than in the future on some other planet.