Wash the questions off my hands

[sovay]

My poem "The Drowning of the Doves" has been accepted by The Cascadia Subduction Zone. I owe my discovery of the Doves type to sairaali; cucumberseed also encouraged me to write a poem based on the history with all its strange river-echoes, since apparently neither U.A. Fanthorpe nor Iain Sinclair had gotten around to it. Since then, of course, not only has the legendary typeface been digitally revived, but some of the actual long-drowned lead type has been recovered from the Thames. The poem does not encompass that development. I'm still pretty happy about it.

Today was hectic, but really nice: I spent the day with gaudior and rushthatspeaks, respectively while mailing an infinite number of Sassafrass Kickstarter rewards at the post office and making a run to Market Basket and the adjoining Indian grocery and then we all ate dinner and watched the first episode of the new season of Hannibal, which was great. The show has really stepped up its impressionism. I have no idea where it's headed.

I must sleep. I want to write about several things, but later.

Comments

[ladymondegreen.livejournal.com]

Oh very cool! I'm glad the Doves found a home. I am amused to think that they might print it in a digital version of that font.

Hooray for Indian groceries! I was recently set-upon in the high street by an Indian grocery, so I know what that's like. I escaped mostly unscathed, except for two large, heavy shopping bags and a lighter wallet. My cooking is now more interesting.

I hope you had good sleep.

[sovay]

I am amused to think that they might print it in a digital version of that font.

I suspect the chances are slim, but I would love that.

I escaped mostly unscathed, except for two large, heavy shopping bags and a lighter wallet. My cooking is now more interesting.

I fled before I bought more kewra water. We haven't even used up the bottle in the pantry. It's just so good!

[ladymondegreen.livejournal.com]

I had to look up kewra water, and it is exactly the sort of thing I would find dangerously addictive. Says the person with four bottles of elderflower syrup in the pantry (well, ok, stashed under the sound editing tower, the pantry isn't large enough).