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Misericords and nooses

I went home yesterday to my folks. Hoped to get some walking in, but it was too dingycold and mizzly to bother going out again. I found out an old friend of my dad's had died recently; someone I didn't know well but liked: I remember best the smell of pipesmoke and the parping tunes he made through the pipe when he wasn't smoking. My contributors' copies of This Spectacular Darkness were waiting for. It's a hefty book and a thing of beauty with a creamy yellow dustjacket and a small cover photo with various mugshots of the giants of weird fic in foxed sepia. I shan't start it properly for a while yet.I stayed huddled in bed for most of the day with James Agate's diaries and the latest Egaeus Press anthology, a gift from John, who I saw Saturday night. Christmas crowds made us detour to the gay quarter and the Old Fox, a nice theatre pub I haven't been to in years. Lots of old stage posters and geometric stained glass and a jukebox playing punk in the back bar. A fight broke out between a barman and an aggressively-pissed couple while I was outside smoking. I didn't intervene much more than to tell them to fuck off (as did a few other peaceable drinkers) but seeing someone's glasses knocked off in a scuffle gives me playground flashbacks. As to John and mine's conversation I don't recall much beyond talking about satirical cartoons, the last Quatermass serial, spomoneks, and Lovecraft's vignettes.

I couldn't sleep until 4 am this morning. At least in the city I often have company to listen in the form of the insomniac birds (song thrushes, I think) fooled by the dawn-con of the streetlights. My home seems too quiet now. I've not heard or seen foxes around there for a while now and that saddened me.

I start another "voluntary" (ie, at the request of my Jobcentre) placement at a charity shop tomorrow morning. At least this time I've got a degree of autonomy and control my hours (I'm just doing one day a week; I can't afford a bus every day). A few doors down from the place is the local Oxfam Books, where I nipped in today and bought a (hopefully) satirical Handbook on Hanging and a chapbook on the misericords of Wells Cathedral. It has such delightful captions as Alexander the Great being carried up to heaven by two griffins tempted by a piece of meat and Ape mimicking a pedlar (broken). All a bit M R James. It might inspire me to do a bit of drawing again.

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sovay
Dec. 14th, 2016 01:18 am (UTC)
My contributors' copies of This Spectacular Darkness were waiting for. It's a hefty book and a thing of beauty with a creamy yellow dustjacket and a small cover photo with various mugshots of the giants of weird fic in foxed sepia.

Picture? It sounds lovely.

It has such delightful captions as Alexander the Great being carried up to heaven by two griffins tempted by a piece of meat and Ape mimicking a pedlar (broken).

Dude. Those are like Max Ernst prompts.

It might inspire me to do a bit of drawing again.

I hope so!
ashlyme
Dec. 14th, 2016 02:55 am (UTC)
*Picture? It sounds lovely.*

LJ doesn't want me to upload one, but there's a photo of me holding the book up on Facebook. I haven't been able to sleep again, so I've read half of TSD since midnight. Perfect, perfect. There's one essay on Ligotti I'd not read before, and Joel namechecked me in the acknowledgement: that was touching, and brought back a lot of memories. Even the dustjacket bio mentions "his trademark awful puns... and exotic shirts." I was waiting for this book even before I discovered it was coming out.

*Dude. Those are like Max Ernst prompts.*

Aren't they just! And thank you for the hopes of new drawing.

Edited at 2016-12-14 02:59 am (UTC)
sovay
Dec. 15th, 2016 05:11 am (UTC)
LJ doesn't want me to upload one, but there's a photo of me holding the book up on Facebook.

I'll check it out!

and Joel namechecked me in the acknowledgement: that was touching, and brought back a lot of memories.

I am so glad.

I was waiting for this book even before I discovered it was coming out.

It knew where to find you.

*hugs*
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