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And ghosts walk in the shadows of an obsolete scene
My poem "Larva" is now online at inkscrawl. It's a huge and polyphonic issue; its name is the journey. Editor ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
samhenderson talks a little about it here. "Larva" was written last summer; it's a ghost poem. I realized after I'd written it that the first line echoes Robyn Hitchcock's "Sometimes a Blonde," but it is also exactly the way I felt that night, realizing I could not recognize anymore some of the people I once cared for very much. It contains some of my feelings about Ashmedai.
Yesterday, sleep-wise: disaster. At quarter of five in the morning, I finally decided to take some painkillers for the headache, which did nothing at all; I slept for an hour and a half before I had to get up in time to eat some sheep's milk yogurt and make the MIT Swap. I was light-headed and heavy-eyed for the rest of the day. Yesterday, everything else-wise: I bought all twelve issues of Hugo Gernsback's Radio-Craft in 1939 for substantially less than the asking price, bound all together in good condition. (I knew when I opened pages at random and found an article on radio at the New York World's Fair and another about recording and playback in the 1938 Pygmalion that I was not going home without it.) I found an antique wrench for my father, who is planning to incorporate it into a piece of art. I had a ginormous lamb sandwich with goat cheese and tomato chutney at Flour, which was many blocks closer to the Swap than I'd remembered. I watchedderspatchel, muffyjo, and the incomparable Socko perform excerpts from Chinbeard and Fedoro at the Anarchist Society of Shakespeareans' Shakespeare Slam and then I read my own "Anonymity," which is the Kit/Will Roland Emmerich takedown coming out someday from Fantastique Unfettered. nineweaving took us for dinner at M3 afterward. PMRP steering committee meeting gave me some things to look forward to and some things that need work, which is about what we expected. Rob played a lot of Beatles Rock Band.
And then I did not really catch up on my sleep, being woken every hour by construction noise between six and noon, but I saw the poetry announcement above as soon as I woke and I have a new issue of Sirenia Digest to read and things are going to be all right. It's been a weird summer. I suppose most of them are. It is not over yet.
samhenderson talks a little about it here. "Larva" was written last summer; it's a ghost poem. I realized after I'd written it that the first line echoes Robyn Hitchcock's "Sometimes a Blonde," but it is also exactly the way I felt that night, realizing I could not recognize anymore some of the people I once cared for very much. It contains some of my feelings about Ashmedai.Yesterday, sleep-wise: disaster. At quarter of five in the morning, I finally decided to take some painkillers for the headache, which did nothing at all; I slept for an hour and a half before I had to get up in time to eat some sheep's milk yogurt and make the MIT Swap. I was light-headed and heavy-eyed for the rest of the day. Yesterday, everything else-wise: I bought all twelve issues of Hugo Gernsback's Radio-Craft in 1939 for substantially less than the asking price, bound all together in good condition. (I knew when I opened pages at random and found an article on radio at the New York World's Fair and another about recording and playback in the 1938 Pygmalion that I was not going home without it.) I found an antique wrench for my father, who is planning to incorporate it into a piece of art. I had a ginormous lamb sandwich with goat cheese and tomato chutney at Flour, which was many blocks closer to the Swap than I'd remembered. I watched
derspatchel, muffyjo, and the incomparable Socko perform excerpts from Chinbeard and Fedoro at the Anarchist Society of Shakespeareans' Shakespeare Slam and then I read my own "Anonymity," which is the Kit/Will Roland Emmerich takedown coming out someday from Fantastique Unfettered. nineweaving took us for dinner at M3 afterward. PMRP steering committee meeting gave me some things to look forward to and some things that need work, which is about what we expected. Rob played a lot of Beatles Rock Band.And then I did not really catch up on my sleep, being woken every hour by construction noise between six and noon, but I saw the poetry announcement above as soon as I woke and I have a new issue of Sirenia Digest to read and things are going to be all right. It's been a weird summer. I suppose most of them are. It is not over yet.
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Heh. Post-Meridian Radio Players. Rob is their Artist-in-Residence; a production he wrote and directed is where I saw him first.
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Thank you. It's one I'm very glad found a home.
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Thank you for taking it!
(Hurray, LJ broke comments notification again!)
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(Also, thanks for reminding me about the new issue of Sirenia.)
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Thank you! I'm really looking forward to it.
I'm glad you had Socko, Gernsback, and lamb sandwiches to put against sleeplessness.
It was a very solid day; it reminded me of some of the unexpectedly wonderful ones of last year. So much of this recent summer has been awful, it was a good check on where I actually am, not where it felt like I was trapped.
(Also, thanks for reminding me about the new issue of Sirenia.)
(I am waiting until I've finished my work for the afternoon to read it. I liked the digest so much from its inception; I am glad it's something
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I'm glad for the finds and the other good things. I wish you more of them, and sleep as well.
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Thank you!
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Also glad to see what you are listening to, I heard that song and you were the first person I thought of.
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Thank you. I was very glad when it found a home.
Also glad to see what you are listening to, I heard that song and you were the first person I thought of.
I really like it. I'd never heard of the band; I'm completely out of touch with everything these days. Thank you for making them known to me.
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Seriously? Then that show has a much more interesting soundtrack than I'd thought.
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Yesterday sounds like a lovely day in spite of lack of sleep. (Now I want a lamb sandwich.)
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It is. I wish someone would bind it as a chapbook.
(I think this is my major problem with online markets—I want them print-collected, and so few of them actually do.)
Yesterday sounds like a lovely day in spite of lack of sleep. (Now I want a lamb sandwich.)
I would have enjoyed it with more sleep, but it was worth everything. It was good to know that.
Lamb sandwiches are generally recommended!
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When you handed back my iPad, I was charmed to discover that you'd left its browser open to "Oor Hamlet".
I adore "Anonymity"! Bad art inspiring good. And Chinbeard, Fedoro, and the--ahem--Concierge were staggeringly funny.
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It was lovely dinner. Thank you so much for it.
When you handed back my iPad, I was charmed to discover that you'd left its browser open to "Oor Hamlet".
I was brushing up the middle verses, which are the two that never stick as firmly as the first and last, but we ran out of open mic before I could offer to sing it.
And Chinbeard, Fedoro, and the--ahem--Concierge were staggeringly funny.
Write them up! I don't think anyone took photographs, which is a shame.
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It's been a weird summer. I suppose most of them are.
YES. Most of them are.
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Thank you. It's a poem I was very glad to place.
And I would love to hear derspatchel & Co. perform from Chinbeard and Fedoro, which I love!
I don't think there were any recordings! I'm hoping someone at least took pictures, though footage would be best. Isn't the world supposed to be full of people who casually film things with their phones?
(I don't think I read particularly well—I was too fast, which is not usually a problem I have anymore—but I could always ignore that portion.)
Most of them are.
Dude, you went out of the country! I have to read your travelogue.
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But really, of course the Gernsback came home with you. It knew it would be appreciated.
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At this point I'm even just hoping for pictures . . .
Even sadder about your sleep.
I got some today. A little. Logistics cut it short.
But really, of course the Gernsback came home with you. It knew it would be appreciated.
I think it very much is.
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I hope that all the elements of your day will combine and properly reboot your sleep cycle.
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Thank you. I have lent them to
I hope that all the elements of your day will combine and properly reboot your sleep cycle.
Today still did not involve much sleep, but things may be happening in other directions, so.