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A current under sea picked his bones in whispers
My poem "Day, Sun, Night" has been accepted by Not One of Us. It was written last summer for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rose_lemberg and owes a debt to Frank O'Hara's "A True Account of Talking to the Sun at Fire Island." These last couple of days have been very good for my writing ego, provided I can finish any of the projects I am currently engaged in.
nineweaving came over this afternoon and met the cats, who were their charming furry selves. Hestia prowled and observed. Autolycus demonstrated his spectacular twenty-eight-claw salute. Greer had brought Tyrone Guthrie's Shakespeare: Ten Great Plays (1961), with illustrations by Alice and Martin Provensen. I have further confirmation that the olive-oil cornbread with maple syrup was as good an idea as I thought.
I saw this headline and thought it was the plot of a novel: "TS Eliot's restless ghost finds home in seaside idyll." I admit to some disappointment that it is instead a matter of real estaste. Not going to argue with the innate numinousness of the Atlantic coast, though. Or Eliot's attunement to the sea. [edit] It has been suggested that I write at least the poem myself. I should have seen that coming.
rose_lemberg and owes a debt to Frank O'Hara's "A True Account of Talking to the Sun at Fire Island." These last couple of days have been very good for my writing ego, provided I can finish any of the projects I am currently engaged in.nineweaving came over this afternoon and met the cats, who were their charming furry selves. Hestia prowled and observed. Autolycus demonstrated his spectacular twenty-eight-claw salute. Greer had brought Tyrone Guthrie's Shakespeare: Ten Great Plays (1961), with illustrations by Alice and Martin Provensen. I have further confirmation that the olive-oil cornbread with maple syrup was as good an idea as I thought.I saw this headline and thought it was the plot of a novel: "TS Eliot's restless ghost finds home in seaside idyll." I admit to some disappointment that it is instead a matter of real estaste. Not going to argue with the innate numinousness of the Atlantic coast, though. Or Eliot's attunement to the sea. [edit] It has been suggested that I write at least the poem myself. I should have seen that coming.
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Thank you!
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That's a nice picture of the young Eliot not daring to eat a peach, though.
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I believe it is now my favorite. I think he has the sun in his eyes, but it looks like a telling expression anyway.
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Well, you're on fire. Best of luck for current projects. If you'd like a WIP reader, I'm happy to oblige.
*It has been suggested that I write at least the poem myself.*
Hell, I'd read your novella of this too. Would you be tempted to use 18 Edgemoor as a retreat? (Stupid question, I guess.)
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Thank you! The issue is really getting enough time—I am very tired and I have deadlines all over the place and I lost last night to multiple computer crashes, which I consider totally unnecessary. I may send you scenes if you're interested, though.
Would you be tempted to use 18 Edgemoor as a retreat? (Stupid question, I guess.)
It's not a stupid question: the answer is hell, yes!
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I'd love that, thank you! Hope you're crashless tonight.
*the answer is hell, yes!*
I would be chuffed if that happened for you!
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ETA: Link to repair/recall article:
http://www.macrumors.com/2015/02/19/2011-macbook-pro-repair-program-apple/
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No, it's from 2009. Thanks for the link! I was just about to ask.
The crashes appear to be related to a corrupted external hard drive which I have dismounted; at least, if it's not the hard drive, then the sympathetic magic of unplugging it has so far *knock wood* averted any further crashes today.
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*HUGS*
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So delighted to have met your inky darlings at long last.
Nine
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Thank you!
So delighted to have met your inky darlings at long last.
We love them very much. Also I stand by my statement that they are the best mental health investment we made last year. I cannot imagine having survived the last twelve months without cats who will purr themselves to sleep on my lap.
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Thank you!