Symptom Recital by Dorothy Parker

I do not like my state of mind;
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn's recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the simplest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I'd be arrested.
I am not sick. I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore:
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men.
I'm due to fall in love again.

Ah Cama-Sotz - Decline Of The Roman Empire

Loving this song at the moment.

Light is Calling

Bill Morrison is an avante garde film director from New York. In 2004, he teamed up with composer, Michael Gordon, to create a short film called Light is Calling. It was composed by using the same techniques that were used in his earlier film Decasia to show the impermanent nature of film. He borrowed archival footage from facilities such as the Museum of Modern Art in Manhattan, and he spliced them together, using computer technology to enhance the composition and decay. None of the original archived film was further damaged or destroyed to create the film.

It's captivating and extraordinarily beautiful. I highly recommend viewing it in High Quality to catch more of the detail.

Beautiful Elk

I went on a ride today, and I came across these lovely elk. They were hiding in a grove of trees, and some gentlemen were kind enough to point them out. I'm still using my crappy cell phone camera, but you get the idea.

Green winds and red trees

August 1st and nearly a month since my last post. It doesn't feel like it's been that long, but I live and love among the temporally challenged.

The lazy recap: C's Birthday, C and my anniversary (5 years married, 12 years as a couple), The wedding of two dear friends, a dead and now resuscitated car, the painting of doors and shelves, a bit of cooking, a lot of Dr. Who, Closet Land (great film), Read: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith, The Bloody Chamber by Angela Carter, The Drowned World by J.G. Ballard.

But...on to the true purpose of my post:

Literary Diversions on the web that make me very happy, indeed:

The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairlyland in a Ship of Her Own Making

The Red Tree by Caitlín R. Kiernan

Of bloody apples and poisoned orchards