What was golden went grey and I'm suddenly shy
Those of you who do not know that
erzebet's Cabinet des Fées, a 'zine of fairytale, folktale, and generally dark and elegant storytelling, will henceforth be published as a print digest under the auspices of Prime Books—well, now you know. Submissions accepted from now until the last day of the year. I have myself sold them two pieces of flash fiction, "The Fool's Doorway" and "Katabasis" (for
lesser_celery), and I look forward to seeing you in the TOC.
To change the subject as abruptly as an implausible one-eighty in a very bad racing film— Does anyone have a version of Buffy Sainte-Marie's "Lyke Wake Dirge" from Fire and Fleet and Candlelight? I have this album at home on vinyl, but that does me no good here, where snow, sleet, freezing rain, and ordinary (if cold) rain have been falling in changes all day. As I recall, her version uses a cello, the dry rattle of sistra, and the same melody as Benjamin Britten's setting; and I heard it very young, and it haunts me.*
To Purgatory fire thou com'st at last, and Christ receive thy soul . . .
*I have already got the Young Tradition's "Lyke-Wake Dirge," Pentangle's "Lyke-Wake Dirge," the Mediaeval Baebes' "This Ay Nicht," and the aforementioned Britten, in "Serenade for Tenor, Horn and Strings" (Op. 31, 1943). If anyone knows of other variants, do please inform me. I must also thank this page: no version I've heard tells happens to a soul at Brig o' Dread, although I wasn't particularly surprised. Silver and gold versus hellfire: same options, different largesse. Be nice, or zap.
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To change the subject as abruptly as an implausible one-eighty in a very bad racing film— Does anyone have a version of Buffy Sainte-Marie's "Lyke Wake Dirge" from Fire and Fleet and Candlelight? I have this album at home on vinyl, but that does me no good here, where snow, sleet, freezing rain, and ordinary (if cold) rain have been falling in changes all day. As I recall, her version uses a cello, the dry rattle of sistra, and the same melody as Benjamin Britten's setting; and I heard it very young, and it haunts me.*
To Purgatory fire thou com'st at last, and Christ receive thy soul . . .
*I have already got the Young Tradition's "Lyke-Wake Dirge," Pentangle's "Lyke-Wake Dirge," the Mediaeval Baebes' "This Ay Nicht," and the aforementioned Britten, in "Serenade for Tenor, Horn and Strings" (Op. 31, 1943). If anyone knows of other variants, do please inform me. I must also thank this page: no version I've heard tells happens to a soul at Brig o' Dread, although I wasn't particularly surprised. Silver and gold versus hellfire: same options, different largesse. Be nice, or zap.
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You are a Revels-goer? I've been only two or three times in my life, but every winter I tell myself that I should go back: I need my "Lord of the Dance" fix. (Plus, I am pretty sure that the first time I went to the Christmas Revels, when I was in early elementary school, imprinted very strongly on my sense of myth. I no longer remember that year's theme, but they had two blue-and-golden sun-faces to either side of the stage; and at the midpoint, when Death had come for the Sun, the Moon, and the Stars, these were turned around to reveal black-and-white skull-faces . . . I never got that image out of my head. It fueled my screaming nightmares for weeks. Of course when the light came back, the disks were reversed and we had suns instead of skulls again, but still: brrrr.)