Sunny and cool here in Providence, thanks to a low humidity and dew point. Very windy.
Turns out, as of yesterday, we're moving the entire shoot for The Drowning Girl book trailer and The Drowning Girl: Stills From a Movie That Never Existed from Boston the Rhode Island. This happens this coming weekend, so things here will grow increasingly chaotic. kylecassidy and crew will arrive on Friday evening, and as we only really have about a day and a half to shoot, it's going to be intense. But, hopefully, fun intense, and hopefully many wonderful things will come of it. Oh, and yesterday Michael Zulli showed me the underpainting of his version of G.P.S.'s The Drowning Girl (1898), and, even at this unfinished stage, it's beautiful. A part of the novel is coming alive and will exist beyond the printed page, and I thank him so much for that.
As announced, yesterday was a "day off." I still spent about three or four hours working, but there was no writing. What we did do, though, is go to Swan Point Cemetery for the first time since the ugly fiasco of the 20th of August 2008. I do not know if it was my post, then Boing Boing picking up the story of the verbal assault against me and Spooky, and the story spreading across the interwebs that led to a major change in Swan Point security, or if it was that combined with other incidents, or if it didn't involve my experience at all. But it has changed, and wonderfully so. There are visitors again, and bicyclists, and the air of oppression has been lifted. For the first time in three years (!!!) we were able to visit Lovecraft's grave. Likely, things have been better there for a year or two, but I've just not been able to return, that incident in 2008 was so upsetting. There was a big gathering on Saturday to commemorate HPL's birth date, but I didn't want to be a part of the crowd, so I waited until yesterday (I don't think the Old Gent would have minded my tardiness). We walked around the beautiful cemetery, me making notes, recording names for future stories and novels, getting mosquito bites, and marveling at trees. We found a huge red oak (Swan Point is also an arboretum) , and I took a single leaf and pressed it in between the pages of my Molskine. The cemetery was so, so peaceful: bird songs, the wind through trees, insects, the Seekonk flowing past to the east, and very little else. It was at least part ways as grounding as the sea.
We saved HPL's grave for the last. There were many a wonderful offering carefully laid above the grave. I left a tiny button in the shape of a black cat; knowing his love of cats, it seemed very appropriate. Anyway, hopefully we are now all free to visit the grave whenever we like, and I can only hope that asshole security guard was fired. Yesterday, I felt like I'd gotten back something very grand and important to me. There are photos below, behind the cut.
Afterwards, we had an early dinner at Tortilla Flats.
And I have a long day ahead of me. Spooky's begun cleaning the apartment in anticipation of the arrival of photographers (and all their gear) and models/actresses on Friday. I have to begin Chapter 8, the final chapter of Blood Oranges, which I hope to make very significant progress on this week and finish early next week.
Three years and a day after our threatened expulsion, we reenter the gates of Swan Point. Fuck you, Mr. Alcoholic Security Cocksucker.
One of the most delightful gravestones I have ever, ever seen. The house is about a foot tall.
And this is the grave Spooky introduced me to in the summer of 2000, from which I borrowed the name Narcissa Snow (June 1797-February 1853). If there is an afterlife, I hope to hell she's not pissed at me over this appropriation.
Detail of above photo.
View inside of one of the Phillips family mausoleums (no doubt an HPL relation), through an iron grate. The sun through the stained glass was beautiful.
Peace among the dead, safe in their narrow houses, sheltered by the trees.
The red oak I mentioned.
A genuinely impressive, enormous bracket fungus. Yuggoth, anyone?
A Korean dogwood (Cornus coreana or Swida coreana, depending on which botanical taxonomy you most trust). Spooky saw these in Oregon back in October, but we had no idea what they were. The leaves are very dogwood, but the fruits threw me.
HPL's gravestone, with tokens of appreciation.
"I am Providence."
All Photographs Copyright © 2011 by Caitlín R. Kiernan and Kathryn A. Pollnac