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Dream Song 14, by John Berryman

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) 'Ever to confess you're bored
means you have no

Inner Resources.' I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as Achilles,

who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.

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The thing about rereading The Hobbit, which I haven't done in years and years, is that I had forgotten how much my internal vision of the book is influenced by the Rankin-Bass movie. The Lord of the Rings proper mostly sounds like the radio plays, but The Hobbit is all about the cartoon. I still know the tunes to all the songs from that movie, the characters and scenery look like that movie, and Gandalf still (and always) sounds like John Huston.

It's also due to watching that movie many many times as a small child that, in my head, elves are always slightly blue. Honestly, I'm always slightly surprised when I watch other things and the elves aren't blue. I realize that's actually a little crazy but, y'know, formative childhood influence. Elves are always slightly blue.

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Having just gotten Rhiannon's email about Norwescon, I'm reminded that I should do some logistic-ing of my own.

Hey, people going to Norwescon! It is time for my yearly begging-for-a-ride from the ferry! Would any of you be willing to get me? (If not, I can find alternate routes, but traveling with people is always more fun.)