Water as recurring motif.
Dec. 3rd, 2021 10:10 pmAdjusting to the height of my bed is most evident when I'm either putting on or taking off my shoes, or getting out of bed - it's too high to sit on the edge and have my feet touch the floor, which isn't a problem as such, but it's an inconvenience to have to get out a stool to sit on rather than get all the way down to the floor to wrestle boots on, and it was nice to swing my feet out of bed and have their soles touch the floor while sitting down. Especially in autumn, when I could set my feet on the hardwood floor and immediately know summer was over.
Small adjustments. I'll keep them as a trade-off for the storage space.
A couple of Cameo site sales coinciding with low weeks lead to a backlog of James Marsters poetry commissions to share, and give me something to post about beyond furniture.
To the Harbormaster by Frank O’Hara, which is a very American love poem,
Phantom Limbs by Anne Michaels, which is about accepting the end of places with grace,
Credo by Andrew Zawacki, which is as furious a naturalist poem as I've ever read,
Beach Glass by Amy Clampitt, which is curiously hopeful,
Ode to Chocolate by Barbara Crooker, which is read deliciously and yes, in my request I told Marsters that "theobroma" literally means "food of the gods" and yes, he's correct that savory and spicy was was how people used to drink chocolate,
Love after Love by Derek Walcott, which is a good lesson to learn,
The Drowning by Shannon Woron, which is a lifetime of tragedy in just a handful of stanzas,
Poem of Absence by Frances Horovitz, which is the good kind of longing and had me asking in my request if it was okay I'd ordered so many commissions in a brief time, and
Still Life at Dusk by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, which had me asking in my request if he minded because they'd been some pretty bad weeks and I honestly needed the extra reassurance.
With a bonus reading of Chicago by Carl Sandburg, read by Kevin Conroy as Batman, which I booked for![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
petra as a gift and a source of joy, because this version of Chicago is more or less Gotham City, and Batman furiously reading poetry about Gotham is a joy for everyone.
Small adjustments. I'll keep them as a trade-off for the storage space.
A couple of Cameo site sales coinciding with low weeks lead to a backlog of James Marsters poetry commissions to share, and give me something to post about beyond furniture.
To the Harbormaster by Frank O’Hara, which is a very American love poem,
Phantom Limbs by Anne Michaels, which is about accepting the end of places with grace,
Credo by Andrew Zawacki, which is as furious a naturalist poem as I've ever read,
Beach Glass by Amy Clampitt, which is curiously hopeful,
Ode to Chocolate by Barbara Crooker, which is read deliciously and yes, in my request I told Marsters that "theobroma" literally means "food of the gods" and yes, he's correct that savory and spicy was was how people used to drink chocolate,
Love after Love by Derek Walcott, which is a good lesson to learn,
The Drowning by Shannon Woron, which is a lifetime of tragedy in just a handful of stanzas,
Poem of Absence by Frances Horovitz, which is the good kind of longing and had me asking in my request if it was okay I'd ordered so many commissions in a brief time, and
Still Life at Dusk by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, which had me asking in my request if he minded because they'd been some pretty bad weeks and I honestly needed the extra reassurance.
With a bonus reading of Chicago by Carl Sandburg, read by Kevin Conroy as Batman, which I booked for
petra as a gift and a source of joy, because this version of Chicago is more or less Gotham City, and Batman furiously reading poetry about Gotham is a joy for everyone.
