For I'll marry you yit on a fourp'ny bit as a time-expired man

[sovay]

I had a very good time at Arisia. Intellectually I think I was happiest with "The Alien in the Alien" and "In Praise of Unlikeable Characters," performance-wise with "Songs of Rudyard Kipling" and the Speculative Poetry Slam, and comedy-wise with "The 100-Year-Old Barbed Wire: The Great War & SF," to which I showed up nearly a half-hour late due to getting trapped by public transit on Sunday morning and therefore allegorically personified the United States for the rest of the panel. I attended this year's genderswapped Star Trek by the Post-Meridian Radio Players—The Naked Time, with a Sulu they had better keep—and even managed to hear a couple of panels that weren't mine. And then because I hadn't really slept for the duration of the convention, I came home yesterday and faceplanted for most of the evening surrounded by purring cats, woke up long enough to eat dinner and watch Basil Dearden's All Night Long (1962) with derspatchel, and then went back to bed for ten hours. As a result I have gotten almost nothing done today, but I haven't had to catch two buses and two trains to the Boston waterfront, so that's nice. Also the cats.

I found this post while looking for information about Kenneth Macpherson's Borderline (1930): "Algernon Islay de Courcy Lyons & Kenneth Macpherson, Bryher & H.D." The text looks like several different sources combined together, but the photographs are invaluable. This one of Bryher and H.D. from the set of Borderline does nothing to dissuade my interest in the film.

Comments

[moon_custafer]

These things always make me wish I'd been born an upper-class avant-garde artist in the 1920s. I suppose the closest I shall ever come to that was the year after I graduated university, when I and a friend paid a nominal rent to live in her late grandparents' sprawling, slightly ramshackle house (her family needed the place occupied while they decided what to do with it), which had been built in the 1920s by a British architect who never really resigned to the Canadian climate. In winter we used the sun porch as a walk-in refrigerator. There was a WC separate from the bathroom. Computers could only be plugged in the east wing of the place, where the wiring was modern enough to accommodate three-pronged plugs. There were a lot of books, including a textbooks by Havelock Ellis; a book "about" Joyce's Ulysses which contained lengthy extracts and had evidently been published so people living in countries where the original was banned could at least read parts of it; and an account by some people who called themselves the Three Hours for Lunch Club of their experiences renovating a 19th-century theatre in Hoboken and staging Victorian shows for the ironic enjoyment of Jazz-age audiences.

[ladymondegreen.livejournal.com]

I was about to ping to see how you were recovering, when I saw you had posted this.

It was lovely to see you, as always. Next time with better health and more sleep.

[gwynnega]

Glad you had a good Arisia!

That photo of Bryher and H.D. is blowing my mind, it looks so contemporary.

I watched Borderline when it turned up online a couple of years back.

[heliopausa.livejournal.com]

allegorically personified the United States for the rest of the panel

:D Were you hailed with celebration on entering? :)

[drwex]

It was nice to see you in person finally. Thanks for the autograph.