Logged in volumes locked in drawers

[sovay]

For the Ides of March, I discovered that my poetry continues to go viral in certain quarters of Tumblr; I continue to be honored by this phenomenon and not to expect it at all. Also I have been compared to Rosanna Warren. On the strength of "Mud," I see how that happened.

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[vass]

You got the ultimate accolade of a #HEY. FUCK OFF.

Very well-earned.

[sovay]

Very well-earned.

Thank you!

Your estimation of the phrase made me think of Leo Marks in Between Silk and Cyanide (1998), introducing the reader to what he calls "the ultimate SOE benediction": "Merde alors!"

[vass]

That looks like a fascinating book.

And yeah, it's the Tumblr poetry reader's equivalent of (or so I gather from Ursula Vernon's podcasts) the visual artist's professional accolade "I hate you. I want to kill you." (said in a tone of earnest admiration, and received with an unsarcastic "Oh, thank you, that's so sweet of you!")

[sovay]

That looks like a fascinating book.

I recommend it highly. I wrote about it a little in context of the film noir Cloudburst (1951), also written by Marks.

And yeah, it's the Tumblr poetry reader's equivalent of (or so I gather from Ursula Vernon's podcasts) the visual artist's professional accolade "I hate you. I want to kill you." (said in a tone of earnest admiration, and received with an unsarcastic "Oh, thank you, that's so sweet of you!")

I did notice from assorted tags that reaching my audience is rhetorically indistinguishable from wrecking them.