So be easy and free when you're drinking with me
I woke this morning and the light looked like autumn for the first time all summer. ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
selkie has reminded me that it is nearly Storrow Drive truck season. The air conditioner is off for the first time in weeks.
I dreamed of watching a movie or miniseries starring Alex Jennings as a nineteenth-century schoolteacher or clergyman who accidentally involves himself in a feud with the local fairies and gets the worst of it until it becomes first creepingly and then unavoidably clear that he is himself a changeling and as terrifyingly inhuman as any of his tormentors under the right conditions, about which he is fairly certain he should feel worse. In the meantime he goes on looking like a tallish, vague-ish middle-aged man with one of those awkward, slightly too open faces, so that every social bobble or personal remark comes up like a slap; he is easy to like and hard to take seriously and he turned one of his opponents' bones to oak-wood without thinking twice. On waking I feel my brain just ripped off Susanna Clarke and/or Gemma Files, but in the dream I was incredibly impressed with the production design for Fairy and its denizens because it was right out of Sylvia Townsend Warner or Richard Dadd, everything matter-of-fact and just a half-tone off from ordinary human strangeness. You could never tell that people were doing magic from the color of the air or music that wasn't part of the score, you could just see what it was when it was done.
poliphilo has done some great song-sleuthing. Make sure to check out the footnote.
selkie has reminded me that it is nearly Storrow Drive truck season. The air conditioner is off for the first time in weeks.I dreamed of watching a movie or miniseries starring Alex Jennings as a nineteenth-century schoolteacher or clergyman who accidentally involves himself in a feud with the local fairies and gets the worst of it until it becomes first creepingly and then unavoidably clear that he is himself a changeling and as terrifyingly inhuman as any of his tormentors under the right conditions, about which he is fairly certain he should feel worse. In the meantime he goes on looking like a tallish, vague-ish middle-aged man with one of those awkward, slightly too open faces, so that every social bobble or personal remark comes up like a slap; he is easy to like and hard to take seriously and he turned one of his opponents' bones to oak-wood without thinking twice. On waking I feel my brain just ripped off Susanna Clarke and/or Gemma Files, but in the dream I was incredibly impressed with the production design for Fairy and its denizens because it was right out of Sylvia Townsend Warner or Richard Dadd, everything matter-of-fact and just a half-tone off from ordinary human strangeness. You could never tell that people were doing magic from the color of the air or music that wasn't part of the score, you could just see what it was when it was done.
poliphilo has done some great song-sleuthing. Make sure to check out the footnote.
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So I should read Witch Wood, is what I'm getting out of this?
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