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

[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