Shorelines gone and maps destroyed

[sovay]

Hello! I have spent most of this week under some weather, but I am surfacing to remind everyone in the area that tomorrow night I will be reading at the Millbury Credit Union as part of Dark Minds, Dark Hearts: A Valentine's Fiction Affair with Larissa Glasser, Matthew M. Bartlett, Doungjai Gam Bepko, and Fiona Maeve Geist, and Andrea Wolanin. Be there or be some kind of uncool Euclidean object.

So I dreamed a story of apocalypse and leviathans. And then asakiyume designed its beer label. She was reminded of it by the recent gathering of whales off Nantucket. Today I discovered that Bonnie "Prince" Billy has written a post-apocalyptic chantey at the behest of his friend who runs Dogfish Head Brewery. The streams are crossing, which is what you would expect them to do when the waters rise.

I misread a line on the internet as the green shock of recovery and I should like to do something with it sometime.

Comments

[asakiyume]

I love that song, so very much. THANK YOU for pointing me to it. I've downloaded it.

I like that line, green shock of recovery. Maybe it's when willows and and dandelions burst through the bastions of Wall Street, topple ferroconcrete, and call to the falcons and the white-tailed deer. (Or the coyotes and badgers--did spatch perhaps show you these hunting buddies?)

(Credit unions will be spared--they do good things like host readings.)

[sovay]

I love that song, so very much. THANK YOU for pointing me to it. I've downloaded it.

I thought of you as soon as I heard it!

Maybe it's when willows and and dandelions burst through the bastions of Wall Street, topple ferroconcrete, and call to the falcons and the white-tailed deer.

I like that a lot. (And I had no idea that coyotes and badgers partnered up! That's a wonderful road movie.)

(Credit unions will be spared--they do good things like host readings.)

Have you read Marianne Burton's "The River Flowing Under the Bank of England Dreams of Power"?

[asakiyume]

I have not! But I like the title very much.

[asakiyume]

Oh hey: and it's a poem, so I can read it! Let's see...

We abrade the runs they lace us through

we swell, we pound; soon otters, willow,
dace and cress below the human landscape

shall burst into their money rooms and break
their fishbone combs, their bead-pearl cufflinks,

coins duller than carp scales, empty wells of ink.
Bonds shall be broken, mussels prise the pyx.

YES EXACTLY