June 25th, 2015

The Red Tree

"It's better to burn out, 'cause rust never sleeps."

Trying to wake up. It was after sunrise before I got to sleep, though I'm hazy on how long after sunrise. Sometime between five and six. We've had a string of days that have only just sort of qualified as hot, but the house gets dreadfully warm if the temperature nudges over eighty. So, lots of cold dinners and lying very still at night and the whirring of fans. There's a cool down coming, though, this weekend, and we'll be back into the seventies and sixties. I do not welcome it.

Because business drags its feet and takes its own sweet time, we're looking at mid or late September for the move back to Birmingham, instead of August.

I've not really made any progress on the screenplay. Almost all my work has been focused on proofreading and correcting the manuscript for Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tales. And we've been doing that at the Hay, because there's air conditioning, and, too, because if one must waste days of one's life proofreading at least it can be done amid grandeur. While I proof, Spooky's been transcribing the text from old typescripts into MS Word, so I can assemble the ms. for the volume of juvenilia that Subterranean Press will be publishing in 2016. I do not envy her. There are four photos from Tuesday.

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Spooky says she had a good birthday yesterday. We went to Warwick for a 40th anniversary showing of Jaws. I was one of those in the audience who saw it in theatres in the Summer of '75. I was eleven. After the movie, we stopped at Newbury Comics so Spooky could get one of her gifts, a special pressing of Violent Femmes on green marbled vinyl. Then we drove back to Providence for Thai food at Bee's over on Ives Street, and then we got cake and ice cream for Spooky. Back home, we played a little Guild Wars 2, then watched Jeff Preiss' wonderful film Low Down (2014), which I strongly recommend. A look at the life of jazz pianist Joe Albany from the eyes of his daughter.* An amazing cast, including Elle Fanning, John Hawkes, Glenn Close, Peter Dinklage, Flea, Lena Headey, and Caleb Landry Jones. See it.

And then I tried to sleep. And watched the sun rise. Which is what I do. It's my secret job.

Aunt Beast

*The film is based on her 2003 book, Low Down: Junk, Jazz, and Other Fairy Tales from Childhood (Bloomsbury).
The Red Tree

"The only thing worth fighting for."

Waking up is harder
Than it seems,
Wandering through these empty rooms of
Dusty books and quiet dreams.
Pictures on a mantel
Speak your name,
Softly like forgotten tunes, just
Outside the sound of pain.

Weren't we like a pair of thieves
With tumbled locks and broken codes?
You cannot take that from me.
My small reprieve's your heart of gold.
Weren't we like a battlefield
Locked inside a holy war?
Your love and my due diligence,
The only thing worth fighting for.

Change will come to those who
Have no fear.
But I'm not her. You never were
The kind who kept a rule book near.
What I said was never
What I meant,
And now you've seen my world in flames,
My shadow songs, my deep regrets.
~ Rosanne Cash