No hand to scribe the sinking sickness I have seen

[sovay]

My poem "Plague-Bearer" is now online at Lone Star Stories. Its inspirations were more than one nightmare I had in September and a film I have never seen; it is not dedicated to anyone, which may be just as well.

Ironically, I still have the Cold of the Damned. At least it doesn't involve hemorrhaging. I'm going to bed.

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[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

That is one of my favorite poems of yours. Just amazing. I think the first time I read it, it made me re-remember how amazing poetry can be.

Lines that infect me:

A dry fever is curing him
to a dark poppy-head, his ribs rattling
with shot seed;

The sun grinds
on the eyes like salt. [never has been a better way to describe this sensation...]

The last form
we take is the weeping eye, scoured raw
with looking out [this deserves an essay of its own]

but the clots and seeps of this notation
would break my throat into blood to read
aloud [this is what speaking the Dark Tongue should do!]

the sunset shallows beyond
the panes.

Oh, the sparrow-bones! The lost and broken keys.

just wonderful.

[sovay]

That is one of my favorite poems of yours.

Thank you! I really am honored.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Oh, and that issue has the excellent Penelope poem by Jen! I love that one, too.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Lovely. What film that you've never seen was the inspiration? Or should I ask?

Sorry that you've still got the dreadful cold. I hope you're feeling better soon.

Oh, and I should mention that you're very slightly responsible for inspiring my un-Rabbithole Day post. I hope you don't mind that.

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What film that you've never seen was the inspiration?

Aki Kaurismäki's I Hired A Contract Killer (1990). I ran into an article online which discussed implicit and explicit themes of vampirism in the movie, which made me very curious to see it; I have not yet gotten around to it, but the concept sort of fused with the hemorrhagic dreams and the result was this poem.

Oh, and I should mention that you're very slightly responsible for inspiring my un-Rabbithole Day post. I hope you don't mind that.

Not at all! May I ask how?

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

I have not yet gotten around to it, but the concept sort of fused with the hemorrhagic dreams and the result was this poem.

Ah. That's interesting. I'll be curious to hear what you think of the movie and the poem's relationship to it when you do see it.

Not at all! May I ask how?

Well, here is the post. Your post about inflatable decorations roundabouts Hallowe'en was an inspiration for the bit about "the Air-filled Monstrosities which make their Appearance without the Housen of certaine Individuals what make their Habitation in this Duchy".

Very glad you don't mind, I am.