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Tuesday, November 8th, 2011 10:09 amIs grey and rainy and Seattle-ish: is Melville's damp drizzly November of the soul, and our mayor is a jerk and my teeth hurt and the latest collection of Holmes pastiches, for which I paid full price, is disappointing so far, but I can't tell you why without spoiling for those who might read it. So I probably shouldn't be hanging out at First Known When Lost, a blog of poems and artwork put together by someone of my generation.
A Journey Round My Skull, which was all uneasy-making graphic art from the 19th and 20th centuries, has moved and changed format and I don't like it as much. I find Mr. Pentz's choice of works just as uneasy-making, but I can't say why. English landscape painting should not give me the fantods but it does, almost as much as MR James. Still, I can't help poking at it to see what the fantods are about. I think it might all be a vision of damp grey November when your teeth hurt, even the summer entries.
Shall shortly return to the sunshine of Point of Dreams. Or go look at Hasuis, whatever.
A Journey Round My Skull, which was all uneasy-making graphic art from the 19th and 20th centuries, has moved and changed format and I don't like it as much. I find Mr. Pentz's choice of works just as uneasy-making, but I can't say why. English landscape painting should not give me the fantods but it does, almost as much as MR James. Still, I can't help poking at it to see what the fantods are about. I think it might all be a vision of damp grey November when your teeth hurt, even the summer entries.
Shall shortly return to the sunshine of Point of Dreams. Or go look at Hasuis, whatever.
