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Great among the Igigi
Apr. 2nd, 2004 01:31 amWhen Anu the Sublime, king of the Anunaki, and Bel, the lord of heaven and earth who decreed the fate of the land assigned to Marduk, the over-ruling son of Ea, god of righteousness, dominion over earthly man, and made him great among the Igigi...
It's the first of the month, and as usual I changed my LJ profile text and the presiding deity. Yesterday, I had some very clever thing in mind to replace the Conan Doyle passage, but today I couldn't remember what it was. Brain was celebrating April Fool's Day, apparently.
So I fell back on Hammurabi, who is always a safe bet.
"Let the oppressed, who have a case at law, come and stand before this my image as king of righteousness; let him read the inscription, and understand my precious words..."
You can't really go wrong with the guy who invented lawsuits, now can you?
* * * *
After 6 weeks of getting nothing useful done (unless you count not murdering half my family as useful), I am having trouble turning back to the thing I was writing. It is a very mannered story, a stylized period pastiche, all artifice and self-conscious attitude, glittering surfaces. All along I've been struggling with the plot, which I can't get right, but I never had trouble before with the style. Suddenly everything sounds false and cheap. It is driving me crazy.
So I spent half the weekend watching period costume dramas on DVD. Got me nowhere, but was much fun. Enough frilly shirts to choke a cat: ( Recs for frilly shirt movies )
All of these movies should have been great inspirations to me, but of course they merely reminded me that whatever it is I am trying to do, I am not succeeding.
Fuck it, I'm gonna quit worrying and watch Black Orpheus now. After all, I have a day job that pays pretty well.
Elsewhere in the news, the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York has about 5 superb exhibitions right now. ( Museum exhibition recs )
So it's a good time to be in NYC. The forsythia is out, the weather is improving. I got a call yesterday from the Riverside Park Fund, telling me that next week they are going to plant the two trees I sponsored this winter with a little legacy I had: a crabapple at 99th St. and an elm up on the Drive at 120th. An elm! The most beautiful of trees, if such a thing can be decided. They assure me that the new elms have been bred to resist Dutch elm disease.
Thoreau is right: ( Nothing is better than trees. )
It's the first of the month, and as usual I changed my LJ profile text and the presiding deity. Yesterday, I had some very clever thing in mind to replace the Conan Doyle passage, but today I couldn't remember what it was. Brain was celebrating April Fool's Day, apparently.
So I fell back on Hammurabi, who is always a safe bet.
"Let the oppressed, who have a case at law, come and stand before this my image as king of righteousness; let him read the inscription, and understand my precious words..."
You can't really go wrong with the guy who invented lawsuits, now can you?
* * * *
After 6 weeks of getting nothing useful done (unless you count not murdering half my family as useful), I am having trouble turning back to the thing I was writing. It is a very mannered story, a stylized period pastiche, all artifice and self-conscious attitude, glittering surfaces. All along I've been struggling with the plot, which I can't get right, but I never had trouble before with the style. Suddenly everything sounds false and cheap. It is driving me crazy.
So I spent half the weekend watching period costume dramas on DVD. Got me nowhere, but was much fun. Enough frilly shirts to choke a cat: ( Recs for frilly shirt movies )
All of these movies should have been great inspirations to me, but of course they merely reminded me that whatever it is I am trying to do, I am not succeeding.
Fuck it, I'm gonna quit worrying and watch Black Orpheus now. After all, I have a day job that pays pretty well.
Elsewhere in the news, the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York has about 5 superb exhibitions right now. ( Museum exhibition recs )
So it's a good time to be in NYC. The forsythia is out, the weather is improving. I got a call yesterday from the Riverside Park Fund, telling me that next week they are going to plant the two trees I sponsored this winter with a little legacy I had: a crabapple at 99th St. and an elm up on the Drive at 120th. An elm! The most beautiful of trees, if such a thing can be decided. They assure me that the new elms have been bred to resist Dutch elm disease.
Thoreau is right: ( Nothing is better than trees. )
