Round 94, Hour 35

Sunday, April 21st, 2019 06:25 am
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Mostly I've been catching up on the heart-breaking news of the day, along with minor progress on a scrapbooking project (someday I'll stop finding loose ticket stubs! but not today!)...

What are you making progress on this hour?

Round 94, Hour 34

Sunday, April 21st, 2019 05:09 am
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Whew, that's a lot of stuff archived! Progress!

Do you have progress?

It is spring

Sunday, April 21st, 2019 10:02 am
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I look out into the back garden. There is a rustling in the undergrowth and a little black one-eyed panther appears, trotting towards me. "Mrrah? Mrrahh?"


The heated towel rail in the bathroom has been turned off and therefore I'm making the switch from cotton to linen bath towels.


This being the UK, spring may be revoked at any moment without notice. Much like Brexit.

We must never tell and we won't burn

Sunday, April 21st, 2019 04:55 am
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To the list of very great witch films in this world everyone should please add Nietzchka Keene's The Juniper Tree (1990), seen tonight at the Brattle Theatre by me and [personal profile] rushthatspeaks.

Lovingly restored by the Wisconsin Center for Film & Theater Research and the Film Foundation, this first of only three features by the Boston-born academic and filmmaker is a luminous, numinous, black-and-white microbudget reworking of the Grimm fairy tale, shot on location in Iceland in the summer of 1986 and set centuries earlier in a medieval landscape of turf houses, wooden crosses, and witchcraft, all plain and real as black sand beaches and meadows star-burst with angelica, basalt cliffs and white-spuming waterfalls, the hollow roar of waves and overcast thunder, the northern lights streaming in the sky like the wordless voices of women singing. Through this richly elemental, sparsely human mise-en-scène wander Margit (Björk, pre-Sugarcubes and still credited as Guðmundsdóttir) and her older sister Katla (Bryndis Petra Bragadóttir), looking for a place "where . . . no one will know us," since where they came from their mother was stoned and burnt for a witch. The floating body of an unknown woman, hands bound behind her in the dark reflections of a reed-draggled river, tells them they haven't gone far enough. Katla nonetheless swears to find a husband by magic if she has to, to secure her sister's safety and her own; the blond-bearded young widower Jóhann (Valdimar Örn Flygenring) takes her home after no more enchantment than a tumble in a field, but she rides a triple circle around him just to be sure. Watching her suspiciously from his father's arms is motherless Jónas (Geirlaug Sunna Þormar), towheaded and uncharmed; he breaks the circle, running away into the long, dim, low-beamed house where he will never eye his stepmother without resentment, increasingly accusing her of witchcraft less because he spied her murmuring over charms of burnt braided hair than because it is the easiest stone to throw at an interloper, an outsider, a woman who's "different." With his step-aunt, however, he forms an uneasy, mystical alliance borne out of their shared grief and Margit's visions, which reassure him that his mother remembers and protects him, watching from a raven's black-glass eye as he lays flower wreaths on her grave. "You look like our mother did when she saw," Katla observes wistfully, watching her sister's eyes darken with visions in the fire: a silhouette on the ridge, a wheeling bird. "She could tell everything by what she saw. But I can't see." The last figure in this small cast, as spare and concentrated as a murder ballad, is the mother herself (Guðrún Gísladóttir), glimpsed first as a seated shadow through the small blurred glass of a window, then as a saintlike apparition on the sea-stacks, finally as herself, a wry-smiling silent woman with a black void where her breastbone should be, into which Margit thrusts a hand as suddenly as a gasp. "She can't speak," she warns Jónas as they kneel before the mother he tries to but cannot see, either sitting on a stone or picking burrs from sheep's wool in a space of shared memory. "When people are dead, they can't speak anymore." They can still tell stories, though, and in this film, as in the original tale whose bones can still be seen shining and disarticulated beneath the earth-swept phantasmagoria of Keene's imagination, they do.

I had previously seen Björk as an actress only in Lars von Trier's Dancer in the Dark (2000), which I hated so much that I have difficulty even in hindsight evaluating her performance; she's astonishing here. With her dark shag of hair and her long seal's eyes, she convincingly plays a grave, fey adolescent despite having just given birth to her own first child and there is nothing twee or crystally in her half-absent singing as she gathers driftwood at the crunching foot of the sea-cliffs or roams the black-cragged hillsides after her brother-in-law's cows, just as her visions, while often haloed by choral rises in Larry Lipkis' alternatingly folk-angular and modern-atonal score, are as clear as candles or carded wool or racks of stockfish drying, so that we must accept them all of a piece with the natural and inhabited world. Hers is the voice we hear most often on the densely layered soundtrack, musingly telling and retelling a story of stranger marriage and children turned to birds. Elsewhere we hear rhyming charms that blend Christian invocations with pagan correspondences, Bible readings with cautionary tales of wives stolen by trolls. (After hearing the latter, Margit imagines herself curled in a glass coffin as if sleeping, hauntingly touched by another story of violent stepmothers and sorcery.) There might be another world in that white-night sky of wings and seabirds' cries. The juniper tree that springs from a buried bone is as actual as the raven that roosts in its branches. I am reluctant even to describe the character of the mother as a ghost—we were told in the very first lines of the movie that her soul was bound to a bird's heart until the heart should break and that seems to be exactly what governs the duration of her appearance in the story. Perhaps all women's work in this world is witchcraft, spells, sight, and survival. Certainly we see no women who don't practice it, even Margit knotting a charm out of a raven's feather for Jónas to wear around his neck. When they lie under a black overhang of rock, playing a checkers-like game of shells on an outspread cloth and picking at her ambiguous origins ("But you can't change where you're from."–"But what if where you're from isn't there anymore?"), it takes only a small twist in the conversation before Jónas is angrily pelting his outlander stepmother's sister with the shells, drawing blood from her face like a mimicry of stones. "She's a witch," he chants vengefully, swashing the tasseled heads off child-high grasses, "she's a witch, she's a witch, she's a witch, she's a witch!" Katla grinds herbs for a spell of fertility with the same workaday motions with which she spins wool or sews pockets; when the time comes, she cuts fingers from hands and stitches lips as closed as Loki's with the same quiet practicality. I spent the second half of this movie waiting to see if someone would journey to the underworld and I'm not completely sure that they don't, disappearing over the rocky rim of the horizon like the sun winking out. It wouldn't make a difference to the narrative if not.

The Juniper Tree was written, produced, directed, and edited by Keene, who died in 2004 and left her archives to the Wisconsin Center for Film & Theater Research and as near as damn it disappeared from the historical record. You could, if you felt like it, justly pair this movie with Ingmar Bergman's The Seventh Seal (1957), Sergei Parajanov's Shadows of Forgotten Ancestors (1965), Andrei Tarkovsky's Andrei Rublev (1966), Pier Paolo Pasolini's Medea (1969), Neil Jordan and Angela Carter's The Company of Wolves (1984), or Aleksandr Rogozhkin's The Cuckoo (2002). I have never encountered it in discussion of any of them. I had never heard of it at all before last month. Even when I was agreeing to watch Dancer in the Dark with a college friend who was a major Björk fan, we didn't run across it, and it's not like I never read about cinematic adaptations of folktales. I am profoundly grateful it's in the wild again, even if I can't yet encourage everyone toward a home release; it reminded me of all the films mentioned above, but its images, its language, even its rhythms are deeply its own. The cinematography by Randy Sellars could be freeze-framed for icons, the uncanny effects by Pat O'Neill are as wrong and as familiar as dreams. It ends with a story where it began with a rhyme and it even fulfills its epigraph by T.S. Eliot. "And so they stayed behind and knew what the birds know," but if you want to know what that is, you'll have to let these ghosts of thread and feather and blood and 35 mm tell you. This spell brought to you by my seeing backers at Patreon.

They Did What, Indeed

Sunday, April 21st, 2019 02:13 am
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Gotham's final season is stumbling to an end, with its final, timeskipping-ahead episode, playing next week. This week's episode, "They Did What?," wasn't great but it's been better than the last few before it. Looking at AO3's recent fic, many viewers weren't happy with how "They Did What?" handled Penguin and the Riddler's relationship, but I didn't mind so much, mostly becase spoilers )

Due to that, I have very low expectations for the final episode, and I'll be surprised if it isn't a dumpster fire.

Poem: "Faces in a Mosaic Mirror"

Sunday, April 21st, 2019 03:46 am
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This is the freebie for the April [community profile] crowdfunding Creative Jam. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] librarygeek. It also fills the "bully" square in my 4-1-19 card for the School Days fest.

Read more... )

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Sunday, April 21st, 2019 09:47 am
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Happy birthday [personal profile] lexin and [personal profile] ankaret!

Happy Easter to all celebrating it.

2019 Yuletide Schedule (approx)

Sunday, April 21st, 2019 08:07 pm
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See you again in the last quarter of 2019, as follows:

Nominations: 2-10 October
Signups: 27 October - 3 November
Deadline: 18 December (as usual)
Reveals: 25 December (as always)

We look forward to it!

Round 94, Hour 33

Sunday, April 21st, 2019 04:05 am
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Still archiving, miiiight have decided to do some video game shopping~

What do you have going on this hour?

Round 94, Hour 32

Sunday, April 21st, 2019 03:06 am
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I'm merrily archiving along~ someday my AO3 will be compleeete~ (well, minus some weird commentfic that vanished with journalfen, but that might be for the better?)

What are you working on this hour?
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Masterlist of links

Jaeheeeeee <3 <3

This kept being VERY shippy then no-homo-ing me, which was unpleasantly jarring, but other than that was incredibly sweet, it was so great helping Jaehee find happiness. And there's definitely space to headcanon them getting together after canon, even if Jaehee may need to get over her mental blocks a little.

Content note: brief mentions/portayals of suicide, cancer, unspecified mental illness

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Vidding 101 Begins

Saturday, April 20th, 2019 10:54 pm
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I picked up Sony Vegas 14 at HumbleBundle a while back, and finally got around to installing it.

I want to make a vid. I want to make a vid I know damn well nobody else will make, so I guess I gotta learn vidding.

However, the vid I want to make is complicated and involves several sources from different eras, which I know is a pain. So first, I gotta make an easy-for-beginners vid to get used to the software.

Criteria for beginner vidding:
* Ideally, single video source (a movie or single episode)
* Video source you don't mind watching a zillion times because you don't know what you're doing so you're going to see a LOT of it
* Song you don't mind hearing a zillion times, for the same reason
* Not your dream vid project - this is not going to be perfect

Various other vidding tips apply: something visually interesting, song that has enough "story" or tempo changes to give you some structure, avoid songs or vid material that's been used lots of times unless you want to be The New Version of one of those.

I figured out what I want to do.

I think I'm ready to try this )

Round 94, Hour 31

Sunday, April 21st, 2019 02:05 am
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I have made food! Archived some things, wrote some words, and who knows what this hour might bring...

Not a productive day

Sunday, April 21st, 2019 01:43 am
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Need to do editing. Need a brain. Need to not get to bed past 6 in the morning.

Havva Quote
* I ran a FOURTH spellcheck.
--Ravenpenny, because I have been editing.

INwatch+Bookwatch )

how to help, maybe

Saturday, April 20th, 2019 09:50 pm
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CW: illness, hospitalization, sadness, worry, not knowing how to people effectively

I want to look for some resources with ideas/checklists on what to do Read more... )
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Theme Prompt: Bad Day
Title: Keith Kogane And The Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating/Warnings: None
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 597
Summary: He wonders how someone like him ever got lucky enough to have a best friend like Matt Holt. Especially on days like today.

You're having a bad day. It's not the end of the world, it's not your fault, and you need a break )

Round 94, Hour 30

Saturday, April 20th, 2019 11:03 pm
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Well, that's enough productivity for me, I'm off to bed. Tell me a bedtime story?

So tired.

Saturday, April 20th, 2019 09:55 pm
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Just...tired. And I thought tomorrow would be a day off, but it will not be. It will just be the same damn grind. Ugh. Day off on Tuesday.


I should be doing a big, bouncy, happy promotional post, since the e-book of The Sacrifice is out and I should be spamming it about everywhere. But I was anticipating the paperback dropping at the same time and it hasn't, I'm still waiting to hear the actual when/where of how to order those and when I get my copy, and combined with how damn TIRED I am, I'll do the spam post when I have all the info. I'm feeling too lazy to even rummage on Amazon for the link to buy the thing.

If you want it anyway, despite my not selling it worth a damn here, I have the JMS bookstore link open, at least,

Anyhow. Monday, I guess, I'll do a big push and promote it around. Maybe even publish a bonus scene I've got that didn't make it into the book.

So damn tired.