Honeycombs and principles

[sovay]

I am returned from New London. It was—is—a very good Rosh Hashanah. I made honeycake; I heard my dear friend who does not have a livejournal and I had good conversations with the rabbi and his wife, who are awesome, even if they believe that cauliflower and brussels sprouts are edible; I sang Yiddish for a ninety-five-year-old rabbi and slept very little. My mother made me chicken soup with knaidlach when I got back, and I saw A Fish Called Wanda (1988) last night. My poem "The Devourer" (dedicated to watermelontail) has been accepted by Mythic Delirium, and I have a lot of unrelated paperwork to deal with. This is an all right in-between time.

Comments

[sovay]

but if you have it online in the back pages of your journal?

No, only in watermelontail's.

youza

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

That last phrase!

Know
this: I have always room for more.

You guys make and excellent poetic pair! (You and Watermelontail) It's funny--sometimes I circle around people's poetry and have a hard time committing to plunge in--then I see something like this entry, and I think, hey, I have to go back and look at that poem, and when I do, I'm blown away.

I liked all the fragments of fruit toward the end of yours, plus the image of the sun being swallowed--reminded me of when we were talking about The Last Battle

And Watermelontail's poem, too--wow! His images are so intense; I can always see them hyper clearly.