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sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2022-02-01 03:38 pm

How your heart is, how is it deep

Rabbit, rabbit! The Deadlands has reopened to poetry submissions. Send us your spectral, your chthonic, your grave-goods, your grief-gifts. We look forward to following you down.

My persistent typo for the name of this magazine is The Deadlads, which feels inevitably as though it will have to generate a ghost poem for A.E. Housman, even though Tom Stoppard sort of sewed that one up years ago. Have some links.

1. In memory of Norma Waterson, her music for a blessing.

2. On double standards of representation: "I also do think that placing the entire onus of trying to anticipate every single bad angle someone somewhere might take when reading the text upon the shoulders of the writer – instead of giving in that there should be also a level of responsibility on the part of the audience not to project whatever biases they might carry onto the text – is the kind of thing that will only end up reducing the range of stories that can be told about marginalized people." I hope she writes her heist story with a cool Latino car thief. On the subject of Jewish vampires, Leigh Ann Hussey's "Blood Libel" (1991) is an oldie but a goodie.

3. I like this music video. It reminds me of the films of Peter Strickland: Qlowski, "Folk Song."
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[personal profile] sara 2022-02-02 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, yeah, she was a hell of a fiddler. There was a mostly-SCA pickup Celtic band that used to play for Irish dancing at a nationalist bar on the west side of town when I was an undergrad. I got served at the bar there when I was ridiculously underage, on the principle that I knew everyone in the band and was obviously there to dance, not start shit.

So, yes: definitely knew her in real life, but she was older and (then, at least) much cooler than me.