What fierce imaginings their dark souls lit

I have just acquired a biography of Isaac Rosenberg. Not counting classical sources like Plutarch and Suetonius, memoirs, or novels whose protagonists are historical, this brings the sum total of biographies I own up to three. The other two are Mervyn Peake and Aubrey Beardsley. Last week when we were in Harvard Square, lesser_celery advised me not to buy any more biographies on the theory that anyone else I added would disturb the singularity of this combination, but I think a Jewish painter-poet of the First World War is probably not going to normalize it much. I am curious what I could have gotten the three of them to talk about together, though.

. . . of course, in the time it took me to shower, I remembered that I inherited from my grandmother a biography of Sholem Aleichem, written by his daughter Marie Waife-Goldberg, so I guess that's four. It's not in an easily accessible box, unlike the other two, so it didn't spring to mind. I wonder what other books I've forgotten.

That night as I walked in my slumber, I waded into the sea-strand

My poem "The Coast Guard" is now in print, or pixel, in Sirenia Digest #41. It has nothing to do with Lovecraft, although it derives from a trip to Cape Cod with fleurdelis28 in November, part of our continuing exploration of old New England. It can be found, however, between two excellently Lovecraftian stories by greygirlbeast, a voyeur's glimpse through sacred and terrible dreamlands and a haunting pulled from the sea. Read. Subscribe. Fall in. Don't blame me if you come out differently afterward. Or have trouble thinking about unicorns.