The river, where she sleeps

[sovay]

And probably because I spent yesterday at a parade, I fell over before one in the morning and slept for something like nine hours. I remember dreaming, about classes I never took. (Even in my dreams there were improbable connections between people I didn't think knew one another.) Waiting in my e-mail when I woke up was a contributor's copy of The Cascadia Subduction Zone, containing my poem "Ortygia to Trimountaine." It is about Boston landmarks and the nymph Arethousa; it was sparked by a late-night exchange with asakiyume and I hold derspatchel accountable as presiding muse. They're a new market for me. Print and electronic editions can be ordered here; all issues become freely available online six months after publication, meaning that you can now (if you didn't when I yelled about them in April) read Amal El-Mohtar's astonishing review of A Mayse-Bikhl and Rachel Swirsky's of The Moment of Change. It's a beautifully put together magazine. There may be more content here later, but right now you just get an eighteenth-century lion.

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[sovay]

Hurrah for new markets for you.

Thank you! My quest continues.

I'm always vaguely glad to know that other people also get the thing in dreams where people who've no reason for knowing each other in real life turn out to know each other.

Oh, yeah. It's been a staple feature of my waking life since January anyway.

That lion is rather pathetically awesome.

That is the proper combination of adjectives. It would work in reverse, too.

The only pre-mid-to-late 19th century taxidermy I've seen before this was Gustav II Adolph's warhorse in the Swedish royal armoury museum, which didn't look so bad, but of course the taxidermist knew what a horse was meant to look like.

I'm sure I'll be sorry, but I'm going to ask anyway: link?

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Thank you! My quest continues.

Most welcome! As always, I wish you luck.

Oh, yeah. It's been a staple feature of my waking life since January anyway.

It's cool that you have this in waking life as well. I often have mutual friends with people, but it's mostly because everybody in Irish music is within less than six degrees to each other.

That is the proper combination of adjectives. It would work in reverse, too.

Thank you. That's a good point.

I'm sure I'll be sorry, but I'm going to ask anyway: link?

Had to do a bit of searching, but I found the webpage for the Livrustkammaren (Swedish Royal Armoury. Good thing I can kind of sort of read Swedish; it wasn't quite as obvious as I'd expected it to be, given they use a picture of him as their logo. He was the horse Gustav II Adolph (Gustavus Adolphus) was riding when he died at Lützen during the Thirty Years' War.

Streiff's catalogue entry.
Streiff: full body
Streiff: head

Apparently this was before the introduction of the glass eye to Sweden. According to this, Streiff died on the way back from the Germanies to Sweden. I would assume this was of natural causes.