And ghosts walk in the fire of angels
So this afternoon I met
rushthatspeaks and
jinian at Rodney's in Central Square and then we met
ajodasso and
rinue at Toscanini's and then we shot B-roll for a science fiction film. I have never been part of even a microbudget film before. We dressed for the future out of our own clothes, some scarves and props.
derspatchel pointed us toward MIT's Simmons Hall. Apparently the correct term is not extras, it's background, and if I turn up for two seconds as background in an offworld montage, I will consider this an afternoon entirely well spent. If I don't turn up for two seconds as background in an offworld montage, I will consider it an afternoon entirely well spent. It was like silent film. It was a lot of fun.
And then I stopped off at Blue Shirt Café in Davis Square and helped Rob sort pages. There was an exciting moment when I realized I'd left my four-dollar record of Songs by Tom Lehrer (1953) in Rush's car. It was retrieved and presented to its proper owner. I hung on to the play by Peter Ustinov. (The ninety-four-cent shelf at Rodney's is no slouch. I only left Christopher Fry's The Dark Is Light Enough (1954) because I couldn't remember if I already owned it.)
And then I got home to discover that my poem "In the Firebird Museum" is now online at Stone Telling, with a haunting illustration by Yuri Dojc. This is the one I wrote the same night as my poem currently in inkscrawl: I think it was meant at the time for
rose_lemberg, but it found its way to her in the end. This magazine gets better with every issue.
(Discovered earlier, but deserving of post: Jeff VanderMeer writes about Beyond Binary and interviews
britmandelo.)
Today, in short: pretty damn fine.
And then I stopped off at Blue Shirt Café in Davis Square and helped Rob sort pages. There was an exciting moment when I realized I'd left my four-dollar record of Songs by Tom Lehrer (1953) in Rush's car. It was retrieved and presented to its proper owner. I hung on to the play by Peter Ustinov. (The ninety-four-cent shelf at Rodney's is no slouch. I only left Christopher Fry's The Dark Is Light Enough (1954) because I couldn't remember if I already owned it.)
And then I got home to discover that my poem "In the Firebird Museum" is now online at Stone Telling, with a haunting illustration by Yuri Dojc. This is the one I wrote the same night as my poem currently in inkscrawl: I think it was meant at the time for
(Discovered earlier, but deserving of post: Jeff VanderMeer writes about Beyond Binary and interviews
Today, in short: pretty damn fine.

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Gah: I was unclear. The project itself is a sound film. I just meant that there was no sound in our scenes, so it felt like shooting a silent—talk about whatever you need for convincing interaction, react as the director calls out. Perhaps I should clarify that.
Congratulations on the poem going online! It's lovely, and I think that it and the illustration suit each other.
Thank you! Tell
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Ah, okay. No harm done. I do think your clarification improves matters. (At least if I'm correct in thinking you've re-worded, instead of that I've only gone back and read it correctly now.)
Thank you! Tell rose_lemberg.
You're welcome! I'll try to read more of the issue and do so.