Sacharissa in the Morning
Jan. 22nd, 2011 06:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caper_estKiller-Kate and Luke Lackland: 570 words, and the repugnant aristocrats and revolting peasants still thrashing around in what's looking ever more like a classical Prisoner's Dilemma. Don't flunk this one, guys!
A bit of scribbling and feeling out the beginning of the next section of The Popinjay, but no words on that yet.
Last night did again access Creative Energies In My Sleep (TM). Unfortunately, it was by way of viewing an avant-garde Dutch film called, in English, If Anything About This Made You Happy, I Will Never Make It Again. Fortunately, I have forgotten almost everything except the title, and the fact that it conveyed the spirit of the film precisely. Fortunately or otherwise, I've never seen an actual piece of Dutch avant-garde cinema in my life.
This ugliness left me in such a foul mood that, when I woke up, I drifted into a reverie concerning Eros and Psyche, the dream-born Gilbert and Sullivan fan-operetta on which I am in no way working, in order that I could think about something nice instead. The third-act comedy duet between Psyche and her disciple/deputy Sacharissa still does not exist, because only through a glass darkly could I glimpse either lyrics or music; but it took an unforeseen plot-turn to the dramatic and brought a tear to my eye. A good tear, in this case. What thoroughly nice people they both are! Archaizing comic opera is definitely more me than avant-garde cinema.
Also, Sacharissa is a really lovely name for somebody to have, especially if one is not that somebody.
A bit of scribbling and feeling out the beginning of the next section of The Popinjay, but no words on that yet.
Last night did again access Creative Energies In My Sleep (TM). Unfortunately, it was by way of viewing an avant-garde Dutch film called, in English, If Anything About This Made You Happy, I Will Never Make It Again. Fortunately, I have forgotten almost everything except the title, and the fact that it conveyed the spirit of the film precisely. Fortunately or otherwise, I've never seen an actual piece of Dutch avant-garde cinema in my life.
This ugliness left me in such a foul mood that, when I woke up, I drifted into a reverie concerning Eros and Psyche, the dream-born Gilbert and Sullivan fan-operetta on which I am in no way working, in order that I could think about something nice instead. The third-act comedy duet between Psyche and her disciple/deputy Sacharissa still does not exist, because only through a glass darkly could I glimpse either lyrics or music; but it took an unforeseen plot-turn to the dramatic and brought a tear to my eye. A good tear, in this case. What thoroughly nice people they both are! Archaizing comic opera is definitely more me than avant-garde cinema.
Also, Sacharissa is a really lovely name for somebody to have, especially if one is not that somebody.
