Jo Walton's poetry is always worth reading, but her recent Saint Malo sonnets are especially—achingly—lovely.
Where the Icons Aren't Yet Dry.
Bicycles Built Based on People’s Attempts to Draw Them From Memory.
Before leaving for home, I picked up Robert Lowell's prose translation of Prometheus Bound from the free book shelf in the English department, because I love Aeschylus and because I always like to travel with slender paperbacks. About a week ago I finally sat down and read it. I haven't read any other translations of the Aeschylus so I can't speak to it on that score, but it's a genuinely stunning play. The volume I read is out of print, but the full text is available online, free and legal. It's only short, and anyone interested in Greek mythology at all really ought to read it.
"John Keats never read a word of Chapman's Homer. Here I stake my claim." This entire piece is golden, and I cackled continuously as I read it out loud to my father, but I lost it at "Since time immemorial, people have wanted to know, is there a book that can make you feel like Cortez," and then again at "Chapman: A land of contrasts."
An apropos Wondermark: ah jeez are you creating content again.
This Black Books fanvid, set to Tim Minchin's "The Good Book," is very old indeed, but it's an excellent one and I've only just got into the show, so.
Over on Tor.com, Mari Ness discusses the Frog Prince folklore tradition—which, as usual, is much weirder than anyone remembers. Also, a list of sci-fi related non-fiction, none of which I've read and a lot of which looks delightful and important. Criticism!
Planning to make these lime bars with saffron sometime soon if not actually today. With turmeric instead of saffron, though, a substitution I always make; who on earth keeps saffron in the house, and why?
“the death of gods is a chain reaction”
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