“This will never end, ’cause I want more”
I’ve been enjoying the world’s recent drift to like, premedieval magic over time. I don’t really know how I got to this song, but possibly by listening to some bardcore (not joking) sent to me by my sister-in-law. Totally great. Jolene, by Dolly Parton, but in like, medieval/lute style. We’ve watched several pre-1066-set shows, including Vikings, which this song reminds me of, and more recently, Cursed. Admittedly, I don’t think it’s the best TV in the world, but it is pretty different and interesting. I’ve read some arthurian stuff in the past (like the original Arthurian Romances) when I was studying medieval lit, and as far as Cursed goes, it mostly makes me want to read T.H White and other authors who approach the myths with the respect they deserve. But for a standard sword-and-sorcery visual romp, it’s not too bad.
“If I had a voice I would sing”
This is a bit of a creepy song – with a promise of some weird otherworldly vibes going on. It’s kind of alienating from the general experience of being human, but then, well, what is life of late? We make choices to be isolated and hived off for the greater good (the greater good) and you sort of wish others did too. Manchester is under stricter regulations than most of the country, due to once-again rising case numbers. It may well be that the city is headed for round two of a more substantial lockdown. Currently, we aren’t allowed to have guests in a private house (but we could meet them in the park, or just happen to be sitting near them at a pub…) Today, my cousin and I agreed that we would likely postpone their visit which was supposed to be for ten days’ time. We don’t want to break the law. We do want to be safe. And as low-risk as both our households are, we will adhere to the guidelines.
So I’ll just stay on my couch, admire the pink clouds after another hot day, and think about this weird, new, magical, superstitious time that we’re in.
Lightning blog 52.