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"Wave goodbye. Wish me well. I've become something else. It's just the world."

We heard the news about Lou Reed last night. It may be awhile before that feels real. As I said this morning on Facebook, one of the things I've always missed most about the demise of Death's Little Sister was singing our cover of "Sweet Jane." Here's the thing about Lou Reed: Maybe you've never listened to music very much, and maybe you've never really been a fan. But I guarantee at least one or two of your favorite bands/singers was significantly influenced by him. Or by someone who was significantly influenced by him. He's left a mark.

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Catch-up post.

Obviously, I've written nothing (except a few tweets, Facebook "status updates," and a whole bunch of stuff in my Moleskinne) since Friday, when I wrote 1,432 words and finished the second chapter of Cherry Bomb.

So, here in Providence, Saturday night was cold and windy as fuck. I kept expecting the Steel Yard to postpone the iron pour, the wind was so bad. But they didn't, and, against our better judgment, we went. I'm not going into detail. But it was awful. Other than the beautiful ceramic octopus cup I bought from one of the pottery vendors, it was an utter bust. The show dragged. And dragged. We kept waiting for it to really pick up, but the tempo was off. It was clear the wind was a problem, causing sparks to move in unpredictable directions and iron to cool too quickly. Between the show being a flop, the horrid people, and the bitter cold, we left partway through. Usually, the shows done by eight or so. At eight-thirty it seemed to have hardly gotten underway.

We stopped by home to get warm, then headed to South County and Saunderstown and Spooky's parents' farm. They're still in Germany. I won't go into detail (she says, again). It was a good and restful weekend. We kept lonely Spider Cat company. We tended to the chickens and picked peas and peppers from the garden. We walked a bit in the woods bordering the farm. We went to Shartner Farms for carving pumpkins and a blueberry pie. We had takeout from Kingston Pizza and a Greek place the name of which I cannot now recall. I do not mind autumn half so much when I am free of the city, surrounded by trees that seem to hold up that wide carnivorous sky, hold it up and hold it at bay. There is, by the way, I am aware, an odd paradox regarding my fear of cloudless blue skies: At the sea, it vanishes, even though you'd think it would be very bad there. I have no explanation. In the mornings, I went out in my sock feet and pajamas and sat on the front porch in the sun.

The best part of the trip though for me was last night, when we drove down to Narragansett and harbor of Refuge. There was the most remarkable sunset. It was truly like seeing an atomic explosion. As if all of Connecticut and Long Island Sound were on fire. We also saw deer and rabbits. The Point Judith Lighthouse stood sentry. I was glad to see that much of the damage done to the jetty by Hurricane Sandy has been repaired. I walked about 200 yards out.

There are a lot of photos I want to post. I'm gonna begin with last night and work my way backwards...





5:51 p.m.



View to the southwest. Same as above.



Conflagration.





The northern tip of Block Island, ten miles to the south.





View down the jetty, to the south and west.



The sea meets the stones; view to the southeast.



Spooky and the dunes; view to the north and west.



Judith Point Lighthouse, looking back east. The lighthouse is about .34 miles from the jetty.



6:08 p.m.

The fire sinks into the sea.

All photographs Copyright © 2013 by Caitlín R. Kiernan.

Tags: cherry bomb, cold, deaths, dls, harbor of refuge, hurricanes, iron pour, lou reed, music, narragansett, point judith, the sea, the wide carnivorous sky
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