queynt category archives
alcestis on the poetry circuit
Wednesday 22 October 2008 | I like a cookie
Because? Because, because I just caught myself grimly vacuuming and dusting, with this on in the background, thinking fiercely, as I have been ever since his twenty-eighth birthday earlier this month, about whether to contact the Young Monk, after three years, be the bigger man and bury the hatchet and generously enact forgiveness and visualize [...]
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the loathly lady
Friday 18 May 2007 | I like a cookie
She’s a common metaphoric device in medieval romance, the loathly lady. Gawain usually has one or two to deal with, historically; they come on all monstrous and haggard, and demand a kiss (or more) in exchange for some assurance of knightly safety or power, or important piece of information. Sir Gawain being, of course, the [...]
fashion notes
Friday 8 December 2006 | I like a cookie
In the midst of the Un’s Texan odyssey, fashion writer Hatty Oliver took time to comment on our comment on her article about dressing your age, which is just ridiculously exciting. (Though you’d think we’d be a touch more blasé about culture journalism, having been a more-or-less happily more-or-less underpublished and underpaid movie critic ourselves [...]
the week’s questing souls, via sitemeter
Wednesday 18 October 2006 | I like a cookie
• Raymond Carver unreliable narrator • furry mice China [Eloise's faves] • carolqueenblog.com • Emsam samples • why is Rohatsu a holiday [good fuckin' question] • “more light! more light!” [Apollo presumably] • I’ve been careless with a delicate man [guilt-stricken Fiona Apple fan] • kitsy meyers [Kitsy = the Monk's nickname for Eloise] • [...]
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packing to leave stockholm
Wednesday 30 August 2006 | I like a cookie
Just as I stepped out of the shower, starkers and dripping wet, there came an imperious knocking. I told myself it was my landlady or the neighbors, and in the words of the Brujo, these people are all just going to have to calm down. Continued drying with a towel which once belonged to the [...]
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what happens when they cremate you
Thursday 3 August 2006 | I like a cookie
From good old cremate-me.com, courtesy of our hilarious, learnéd friends at Scribal Terror (it’s not every day a blog discusses Anglo-Saxon kennings, Victorian literature, and, um, cremation, all in a go). You can follow your mortal coil from the moment of conflagration until you vaporize into the air, all leftover water droplets and carbon dioxide. [...]
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go grandma! there’s hope for us all, part I
Tuesday 25 July 2006 | I like a cookie
From Carol Queen’s new blog, courtesy of Good Vibrations. An old old woman (I guessed about ninety years, at least) who shuffled around the store for a very very long time. Every once in a while I’d see if she needed anything, only to be shoo’ed away. Finally, in front of the vibrator wall, she [...]
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hysterical paroxysms
Tuesday 18 July 2006 | someone left a cookie
“I don’t want to be mentally interesting any more,” I informed Mandarin, pausing to catch my emotional breath during the 40-some-odd minutes it took me to hack up and cough out a three-line email notifying my nearest and dearest of the advent of the screaming weevils and thus why I don’t answer the phone/return calls/do [...]
yes, it’s about sex
Monday 30 January 2006 | I like a cookie
I’ve never written anything like this before, but I aim to try. After dinner at the sushi place where I’ve taken so many of my loves (The Physicist, Mandarin, Voldemort, various priest girls, et alia) I cheerfully invited myself back to the Brujo’s place. He lives out on Agua Fria down a rutted dirt road [...]
utterly squdlin
Sunday 6 March 2005 | I like a cookie
Mrrrrrt! announces Eloise brightly, and chases her crumpled-up paper ball across the hideous brownish shag carpeting (“crapeting” I typo, and almost don’t think worse of it). How many times am I allowed to blog today? I can’t think if I’ve ever confessed various things, various romantic happenings which seem so backgrounded to my life now [...]
