Live me golden, tell me dark
I got home from seeing Pixar's Coco (2017) at the Capitol with ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch to discover that my poems "די ירושה" and "Shadow-Song" have been accepted by Uncanny Magazine. The title of the former means "The Inheritance" in Yiddish; I wrote it on Erev Rosh Hashanah. The latter is a ghost poem for Elisabeth Hauptmann; I wrote it on a train to New York. I hope to write about Coco because I loved it, with its music and families and its underworld as deep as a cenote and vivid as marigolds, but right now I am just pleased with this much better ending for a day that began with waking from nightmares to migraine.
spatch to discover that my poems "די ירושה" and "Shadow-Song" have been accepted by Uncanny Magazine. The title of the former means "The Inheritance" in Yiddish; I wrote it on Erev Rosh Hashanah. The latter is a ghost poem for Elisabeth Hauptmann; I wrote it on a train to New York. I hope to write about Coco because I loved it, with its music and families and its underworld as deep as a cenote and vivid as marigolds, but right now I am just pleased with this much better ending for a day that began with waking from nightmares to migraine.
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I think it's among Pixar's very best. It is almost certainly my favorite of their movies I've seen: characters, music, story, world; visually it's a knockout.
There is a piece of the plot that may be weird or difficult for you personally. You may also be fine with it, because stories are different from life. I'd just rather mention the possibility now than, in hindsight, be the person who didn't warn you, what was I thinking?