Monthly Archives: June 2011
The birds are reclaiming the garden. A pair of robins nest in the ivy perhaps eight feet from my window. It’s their second brood. I watch the adults going in and out, but can’t quite see the chicks. The old cat is no threat to them any more. If he’s out there at all, he sleeps or sits there blinking benignly. Everything is very overgrown this year.
Rereading: Robert Aickman, Cold Hand in Mine (with its epigraph from Sacheverell Sitwell, “In the end it is the mystery that lasts and not the explanation”). “The Swords” still seems like the most perfect grotesque story ever written, deep sexual politics, body horror & some inexplicable edge surgically inserted between the mimetic & the surreal. Soul horror. It would be nice to get back to the out-&-out Gothic. Watching: Engrenages, series 2. Guilty pleasure: Faber Finds. Relieved to be inside: the last chapter of Pearlant.
I have to work–speaking of the guilty pleasure–to stay off the new Vivian Maier site. Though in a way I still associate the Maier experience with Maloof’s original blog. & now there’s a book, for those who still like them. & for those who still leave their houses, she’s at the London Street Photography Festival, the German Gymnasium, Kings Cross, July 1 – July 24.
“Faraway and once-upon-a-time are code words for Here and Now.”
Amid growing unease in the fantasy community, meticulously collected evidence suggests that the blogger known as “M John Harrison” is actually a 13 year old Chinese worldbuilding otaku based in Swindon, England.
“…pimps, pickpockets, carpenters, finger-men, chorus dolls, housekeepers, second story men, watchmen, cops, priests soldiers–Mildred–The Dwarf–The Man In The Palm Beach Suit–The Masked Man In The Car–the story that was coming to life under his fingers… Truth cannot be symmetrical, he told himself. As he rounded the hill, he saw all of them down there below him. Not one of them but would die. He had seen no danger in toying with them like a monster cat in a box of mice. But their cries were beginning to worry him.” –Kenneth Patchen, The Journey of Albion Moonlight, his italics, my ellipsis.
BBC discovers nature “is worth billions” to UK:
The National Ecosystem Assessment (NEA) says that for decades, the emphasis has been on producing more food and other goods – but this has harmed other parts of nature that generate hidden wealth.
Ministers who commissioned the NEA will use it to re-shape planning policy.
“The natural world is vital to our existence, providing us with essentials such as food, water and clean air – but also cultural and health benefits not always fully appreciated because we get them for free,” said Environment Secretary Caroline Spelman.
“The UK NEA is a vital step forward in our ability to understand the true value of nature and how to sustain the benefits it gives us.”
Then we’ll reform the way you receive those benefits. There may have to be a small charge. Think of it as a land tax for people who don’t own any land. An equivalent of the tax relief we’ll be giving the people who do. Oh, & by the way: say goodbye to the National Parks.
Notebook entry 1991:
- Bus stations are places of death. The dying are drawn to bus stations at night. The dead are drawn back to them. Under the fluorescent lights it is difficult to tell which are which.
Under that, heavily underlined twice: This is about people rather than bus stations.
Sometimes you wonder about yourself.