Shorelines gone and maps destroyed
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.
So I dreamed a story of apocalypse and leviathans. And then
I misread a line on the internet as the green shock of recovery and I should like to do something with it sometime.

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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
(Credit unions will be spared--they do good things like host readings.)
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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"?
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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
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Thank you!
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Like a kenning. It should be.
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"The green shock of recovery" is a wonderful line.
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I apologize for my ongoing lack of teleporter!
"The green shock of recovery" is a wonderful line.
I like it a lot better than the thing I misread it from.
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Under this rubric: I am reading Frances Hardinge's Deeplight and thinking of you.
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I just got hold of a book on collecting beer labels and mats. I'll let you know if I find any weird marine stuff in it (there's one beer mat that promotes the film "Warlords of Atlantis", so that's a start I guess!).
Didn't Dylan Thomas write the poem "The Green Fuse"? There must be a link...
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Thank you.
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Thank you!
I'll let you know if I find any weird marine stuff in it (there's one beer mat that promotes the film "Warlords of Atlantis", so that's a start I guess!).
Oh, cool. I never think about beer mats. Please let me know what you find even if it isn't oceanic!
Didn't Dylan Thomas write the poem "The Green Fuse"? There must be a link...
He did, and he also wrote "Time held me green and dying / Though I sang in my chains like the sea." It does sound like one of his lines from that angle. Green meant a lot to him.
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Yes please to the recovery line.
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It did go well, thank you! Report here, abbreviated on account of exhaustion.
Yes please to the recovery line.
I shall see what I can do.