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LITERATURE IS NOT SAFE

My thanks to lilith_333 for that subject line. And my thanks to everyone who commented yesterday; I think I managed to respond to you all. Which is the least I can do, if you take the time to comment. However, I'm tabling these issues for the next couple of days. Or else the deadlines will eat me alive.

Yesterday, I wrote 1,031 words on "One Tree Hill (The World As Cataclysm)." It's shaping up to be a longer than usual story for the digest, possibly, and one written with a more precise than usual language. The added degree of precision, that of the narrator's (or interauthor's) voice, is making it slower to write. But I like where it's going.

In Providence, it's sunny again. The forecast high is only 78˚F. Which I know sounds like heaven to everyone stuck in those parts of the country (and world) getting the worst of what summer and climate change has to offer. But I need genuine summer. Which means three consecutive months of days in the low to mid nineties. This is something I will never get in New England. I know that now. Anyway, I will go to the sea at least once next week. Meanwhile, I write while Spooky moves furniture about and makes trips to the storage unit (these are good things).

Longing,
Aunt Beast

Comments

( 17 comments — Have your say! )
ashlyme
Jul. 21st, 2012 05:18 pm (UTC)
Think I'm gonna have to buy me some Wolfe. I just played the video of "Movie Screen" and it's fucking amazing. I can see the PJ/Siouxie comparison. There's maybe a little early Portishead in there too: not so much her voice, but there's a similar kind of atmosphere for me. Thanks for the introduction and also (belatedly) for the Theron/Fassbinder photo the other night.
greygirlbeast
Jul. 21st, 2012 05:29 pm (UTC)

I heard Portishead, too, at times. Try the video for "Mer."
ashlyme
Jul. 21st, 2012 05:56 pm (UTC)
WHOA.
greygirlbeast
Jul. 21st, 2012 05:58 pm (UTC)

Yup.
witchchild
Jul. 21st, 2012 05:45 pm (UTC)
Do give the water my regards. Maybe in August I will get to spend some time with her.
greygirlbeast
Jul. 21st, 2012 05:52 pm (UTC)

I've been once all summer.
witchchild
Jul. 21st, 2012 05:52 pm (UTC)
I never went at all last summer. Stupid final class for master's degree completely wiped me out.
greygirlbeast
Jul. 21st, 2012 05:58 pm (UTC)

That sucks...
witchchild
Jul. 21st, 2012 06:00 pm (UTC)
It does, but I did finally get the MLS so I never have that getting in the way again.
greygirlbeast
Jul. 21st, 2012 06:41 pm (UTC)

sacrifice is a necessary bitch.
martianmooncrab
Jul. 21st, 2012 05:51 pm (UTC)
I will go to the sea at least once next week

I do hope that its a good return to the sea for you, and that there are treasures to be seen and found on the shore. *splish*
greygirlbeast
Jul. 21st, 2012 05:52 pm (UTC)

Thank you.
andrian6
Jul. 21st, 2012 06:07 pm (UTC)
I fear summer as it was once known will be lost thanks to our meddling. Once, June and July stayed at a lovely eighty-some plus degrees, moderate humidity, with just enough rolling around in the air for a surprise thunderstorm.

Now, that describes September and October. Heat in the hundreds and massive humidity waterboard the city. One can't do much more than stand and sweat. My friend's pool is now blood warm. Even the playful bite of that first step into the water is gone.
greygirlbeast
Jul. 21st, 2012 06:45 pm (UTC)

corucia said here a few days ago (and I'm paraphrasing), "We're all in a disaster film. It's just that the disaster is occurring so slowly most people don't notice."

This is what we've made.
alumiere
Jul. 21st, 2012 08:13 pm (UTC)
I'm playing catch-up after a bad week, and just wanted to say that I hear you on the ism's post. And that you looked amazing in most of the readercon pics, especially with those amazing horns.

Alabaster Wolves has been wonderful so-far, and I'm looking forward to #5 and hopefully more to come in time.

Lastly, your pictures remind me that I'd really like to make you a dress or skirt or pants - something comfortable and easy to wear (I make clothes for myself and friends) if you'd be comfortable with that. I tend to go for simple lines - princess seamed or a-lines or kilts (yes, they can be made for people with curves) or zoot suit style pants. I add cargo pockets and other functional embellishments to make things look a bit less conventional and because I don't like carrying purses/bags - they get in the way of my cane and make my shoulders hurt. No charge, just seeing an author I love in something I've made would be an honor; but I'd need to get some measurements and have at least a brief conversation about style. If you'd be interested, let me know and we can figure out how to talk more off lj.
aarongp
Jul. 21st, 2012 10:49 pm (UTC)
Which means three consecutive months of days in the low to mid nineties.

We barely had two months of summer just gone. Nor did we get the longish tail into the autumn that keeps the weather warm until mid-April. By late March we were already getting cold snaps. That said, we've had a mild winter and even now as I look outside, the sun is bright and warmish.

This is the bed we have made and have to now lie in.


Edited at 2012-07-21 10:50 pm (UTC)
lilith_333
Jul. 22nd, 2012 11:32 pm (UTC)
Thank you for quoting me in your subject line! (Again, I shall refrain from using emoticons but I am smiling.)

Like I said in the comments to your last post, true literature is not, and SHOULD NOT, be safe. "Safe" is for the censors. "Safe" is for Big Brother and the authorities in "Harrison Bergeron." "Safe" is comfortable - but great literature is not really about comfort. It is about self-examination, empathy, and transcendence. As far back as we can tell, human beings have told each other stories. It seems like that is hard-wired into us. And this telling of stories is more than just talking; there is something terribly profound that we are trying to express that way. I know I am being Jungian here, do we create the stories or do the stories create us?

One of the major reasons I choose to teach literature (and one of the major reasons I left science - I actually have a master's in physics) is because I believe these stories we tell, and continue to tell, are the most important thing in our world.

As James Elroy Flecker wrote,

O friend unseen, unborn, unknown,
Student of our sweet English tongue,
Read out my words at night, alone:
I was a poet, I was young.

Since I can never see your face,
And never shake you by the hand,
I send my soul through time and space
To greet you. You will understand.
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