The rains gave way to what felt like the first day of summer, or at least the kind of pleasant summer I like to fantasize about, warm and a little humid, but not yet hellish. The phlox celebrated accordingly.
The Norway spruce was somewhat less exuberant, in keeping with its more dignified character.
The primrose flowers poked through what looked like a head of lettuce. Between us, it's not my favorite plant, but it's a survivor and happily fills in a place where nobody else wants to live.
"All flying snakes must die." -- Elektra
The sycamore-maple hybrid (Eskimo Sunset) seems to be recovering well from a serious illness. There are a still a few troubling signs in the form of some dead bark (not pictured), but like all plants, it's doing what it can to survive.
The clematis is winding its way up the trunk of the spruce toward the sunlight. Flowers will arrive later this year. (Conditions permitting, of course.)
A little decorative yew we bought at the Botanical Garden over ten years ago is still happy, and has lots of new growth. It probably helps that we haven't moved it in the past four-five years.
Our double white azalea will soon take on the appearance of a fluffy cloud. (Sadly, we moved our single azalea and, heartbroken, it seems to have given up, notwithstanding what I just said about plants never giving up.)
"Not sure if, from a temperamental perspective, I'm more of a plant or a cat." -- Zephyr
"The soul is pained by all it dwells upon." -- Dante So far, our hummingbird feeder has attracted only invisible hummingbirds.
The new ferns are content.
The garden is officially lush.
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05/10/2014
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A RADICAL NEW MYTH ABOUT SEX, FAITH, AND THOSE OF US WHO WILL NEVER DIE
A young boy wanders into the woods of Harlem and witnesses the abduction of his sister by a glowing creature. Forty years later, now working as a New York City homicide detective, Gus is assigned to a case in which he unexpectedly succumbs to a vision that Helen is still alive. To find her, he embarks on an uorthodox investigation that leads to an ancient civilization of gods and the people determined to bring them back.
In this colossal new novel from the author of The Metropolis Case, the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice collides with a new religion founded by three corporate office workers, creating something beautiful, illogical, and overwhelming. Part sex manifesto, part religious text, part Manhattan noir—with a dose of deadly serious, internet inspired satire—#gods is a sprawling inquest into the nature of faith and resistance in the modern world. With each turn of the page, #gods will leave you increasingly reborn.
Praise for #gods
“#gods is a mystery, an excavation of myths, an index of modern life, a gay coming-of-age story, an office satire, a lyrical fever dream, a conspiracy. One of the most ambitious novels in recent memory—and a wild, possibly transformative addition to the canon of gay literature—it contains multitudes, and seethes with brilliance.” —Mark Doten, author of The Infernal
“Matthew Gallaway’s #gods is a novel so brilliant, so funny, so full of strange and marvelous things, I couldn’t stop writing OMG WTF I <3 THIS SO MUCH in its margins. It’s rare to find a novel that so dazzlingly reinvigorates age-old meditations on faith and f&!*ing, art and eros. Luminous, enterprising, and sublimely cheeky, #gods tells the story, the myth, the dream of the human soul in all its glorious complexity.” —Suzanne Morrison, author of Yoga Bitch
“Matthew Gallaway’s storytelling manages to be both dreamy and serious; lean and luxurious. His words carry an incantatory power of mythic storytelling where beauty and savagery wrap around each other like bright threads in a gorgeous tapestry.” —Natasha Vargas-Cooper, author of Mad Men Unbuttoned: A Romp Through 1960s America
“If the ancient gods were just like us, only more so, then the same could be said for this strange, wonderful book, in which the mundane sorrows and small triumphs of very ordinary lives glow ever so slightly around the edges, sometimes quite literally. At once an oddly romantic send-up of dead-end office culture and an offbeat supernatural procedural, #gods is terrifically weird, melancholy, sexy, and charming.” —Jacob Bacharach, author of The Bend of the World
'It’s to the credit of Matthew Gallaway’s enchanting, often funny first novel that it doesn’t require a corresponding degree of obsession from readers, but may leave them similarly transported: the book is so well written — there’s hardly a lazy sentence here — and filled with such memorable lead and supporting players that it quickly absorbs you into its worlds.'
-- The New York Times
Music: Death Culture at Sea and Saturnine
Listen or download songs and records from my indie-rock past with Saturnine here and Death Culture at Sea here.
Music Video: Remembrance of Things Past
Watch the rock opera Remembrance of Things Past written and performed by Saturnine and Frances Gibson, starring Bennett Madison and Sheila McClear.
Video: The Chaos Detective
The Chaos Detective is a series about a man searching for 'identity' as he completes assignments from a mysterious organization. Watch the first episode (five parts) on YouTube.