We're dying on another day
My poem "The Trouble Over" is now online at Uncanny Magazine.
I wrote it last Armistice Day; it's a ghost poem for Isaac Rosenberg. He is one of my very favorite poets of the First World War, even though like almost everyone else I discovered him well after Wilfred Owen, Siegfried Sassoon, or even David Jones. Most of the things about him that are important to me are in the poem, but I recommend Jean Moorcroft Wilson's Isaac Rosenberg: The Making of a Great War Poet (2008) and Vivian Noakes' 21st-Century Oxford Authors: Isaac Rosenberg (2008) if you are curious about more. The title comes from a letter he wrote to Edward Marsh in December 1915: "I never joined the army for patriotic reasons. Nothing can justify war. I suppose we must all fight to get the trouble over." Given the generally shoddy state of Rosenberg's health even before the war, I have also always had a certain amount of sympathy for the sentiment expressed in another letter to Marsh, this one from February 1917: "This winter is a teaser for me; and being so long without a proper rest I feel as if I need one to recuperate and be put to rights again. However, I suppose we'll stick it, if we don't there are still some good poets left who might write me a decent epitaph."
I wrote it last Armistice Day; it's a ghost poem for Isaac Rosenberg. He is one of my very favorite poets of the First World War, even though like almost everyone else I discovered him well after Wilfred Owen, Siegfried Sassoon, or even David Jones. Most of the things about him that are important to me are in the poem, but I recommend Jean Moorcroft Wilson's Isaac Rosenberg: The Making of a Great War Poet (2008) and Vivian Noakes' 21st-Century Oxford Authors: Isaac Rosenberg (2008) if you are curious about more. The title comes from a letter he wrote to Edward Marsh in December 1915: "I never joined the army for patriotic reasons. Nothing can justify war. I suppose we must all fight to get the trouble over." Given the generally shoddy state of Rosenberg's health even before the war, I have also always had a certain amount of sympathy for the sentiment expressed in another letter to Marsh, this one from February 1917: "This winter is a teaser for me; and being so long without a proper rest I feel as if I need one to recuperate and be put to rights again. However, I suppose we'll stick it, if we don't there are still some good poets left who might write me a decent epitaph."

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Thank you! I am pleased to meet you and I appreciate you introducing yourself, even though I don't think I run the kind of journal where it is formally necessary. People drop in and out all the time.
If you don't mind, might I ask if you are a connection of the late Richard, Graf von Taaffe, who discovered taaffeite?
Yes, but not closely. My father's father styled himself in descent from the Austrian Taaffes because you can get away with that sort of thing when you were born in San Francisco before 1906 and your birth certificate goes up with the rest of the earthquake and fire, so my brother and I grew up believing it to the point where I remember researching Austria on one side and the Pale of Settlement on the other for some family-history presentation in elementary school, but sometime when I was in college my father's youngest brother got into genealogy and it turned out we're descended from some Irish Taaffes who came over in the mid-nineteenth century. It is the same family; it's a very traceable last name. I am just nowhere in line for the Austrian or the Irish titles, even if either of them still existed. I still used to enjoy visiting the specimens of taaffeite in the Harvard Museum of Natural History. They are attractively garnet-colored and equally out of my reach.
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I don't mind at all! I think it's wonderful that you own a taaffeite.