And so, Winter Fell
Nov. 13th, 2022 06:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caitri As I said, Todd visiting would be like Christmas, and now that he's gone it's just bleak winter. As if the weather agreed, it was lovely and warm for most of his visit, and on his last day it suddenly dropped forty degrees, and we got a dusting of snow after his plane departed.
The thing about having your best friend living across the continent is that you have plenty of time to sketch in all the things you would like to do when you're together--and of course, you actually achieve about a third of that. We watched favorite films, taking turns (his Dragon Inn followed by my Queen of the Damned, his The City of Lost Children followed by my Amelie, concluding with 2/3 of the epic Andrei Rublev that is apparently his favorite of all time and which intrigued me--we were too tired to watch all three hours); we cooked suppers; we worked on the press and poetry projects.
We went to Chicago for the weekend and went to the Art Institute, where we made a game of finding books in portraits, and to the Field Museum, and some good restaurants.
He was here on fellowship, so during the day he diligently researched in the Reading Room while I ran around as I often do. But we could make faces at each other through the glass.
During the pandemic he has gotten heavy into collecting vinyl, so we went to a local record store and he bought me my first record. I picked Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division for the nostalgia (why does every boi I love love that band?!) and the cover art. It's currently an art object, but I have a thought of how here on out every time we visit we could each get a record, and at some point make a poem of the titles.
For years now we have talked about a shared commonplace book (blame Thomas Traherne), so he made and brought a notebook with covers made from photos of Sylvia Plath/Ted Hughes correspondence. "They were such good poets, but truly destructive together," said he. "We should figure out a poem where we're writing back to them," said I. "Ohh," said he.
He has plans for a second research trip here in June, and I have ambitions of a vacation trip to Utah in the summer. Here's hoping.
The thing about having your best friend living across the continent is that you have plenty of time to sketch in all the things you would like to do when you're together--and of course, you actually achieve about a third of that. We watched favorite films, taking turns (his Dragon Inn followed by my Queen of the Damned, his The City of Lost Children followed by my Amelie, concluding with 2/3 of the epic Andrei Rublev that is apparently his favorite of all time and which intrigued me--we were too tired to watch all three hours); we cooked suppers; we worked on the press and poetry projects.
We went to Chicago for the weekend and went to the Art Institute, where we made a game of finding books in portraits, and to the Field Museum, and some good restaurants.
He was here on fellowship, so during the day he diligently researched in the Reading Room while I ran around as I often do. But we could make faces at each other through the glass.
During the pandemic he has gotten heavy into collecting vinyl, so we went to a local record store and he bought me my first record. I picked Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division for the nostalgia (why does every boi I love love that band?!) and the cover art. It's currently an art object, but I have a thought of how here on out every time we visit we could each get a record, and at some point make a poem of the titles.
For years now we have talked about a shared commonplace book (blame Thomas Traherne), so he made and brought a notebook with covers made from photos of Sylvia Plath/Ted Hughes correspondence. "They were such good poets, but truly destructive together," said he. "We should figure out a poem where we're writing back to them," said I. "Ohh," said he.
He has plans for a second research trip here in June, and I have ambitions of a vacation trip to Utah in the summer. Here's hoping.
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Date: 2022-11-14 02:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2022-11-14 10:26 am (UTC)I was in Chicago this past April with someone I also love, and we also went to the Art Institute! Such an enormous place, I doubt we saw even half of what they had to offer.
Fingers crossed for you, that this summer works out on both counts. <3
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Date: 2022-11-14 07:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2022-11-14 08:16 pm (UTC)