1. Ghost Signs has been reviewed by Liz Bourke at Strange Horizons! It is a very positive review:
The poetry here has the brilliance of a knife's edge, sharp and cuttingly clean, saturated with meaning and freighted with significance. And fittingly, given the title, every poem is a ghost. Every poem a katabatic descent to the underworld, a shade glimpsed at the corner of the eye, the whisper of something lost as it teases the edge of memory. If there is one word to describe this collection, it is elegiac.
I am especially honored by this assessment knowing that the reviewer is herself a classicist. It is also a fair call that I cannot expect all of my readers to know the Phoenician name of Carthage or Lesbian Greek. Next collection, endnotes?
2. Have three ghost poems, none of them mine: Pauline Stainer's "The Hangar Ghosts," Greg Delanty's "Another Time," and James Fenton's "Wind." The last may not be strictly a ghost poem, but I don't know how else to categorize the way these lines catch me:
This lord went east and found safety.
His brother sought Africa and a dish of aloes.
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rushthatspeaks: Isabella Rotman, "Siren School." I adore everything about this comic. See the title of this post.
On all these good things, having been awake for nearly twenty-four hours now, I shall try to sleep.
The poetry here has the brilliance of a knife's edge, sharp and cuttingly clean, saturated with meaning and freighted with significance. And fittingly, given the title, every poem is a ghost. Every poem a katabatic descent to the underworld, a shade glimpsed at the corner of the eye, the whisper of something lost as it teases the edge of memory. If there is one word to describe this collection, it is elegiac.
I am especially honored by this assessment knowing that the reviewer is herself a classicist. It is also a fair call that I cannot expect all of my readers to know the Phoenician name of Carthage or Lesbian Greek. Next collection, endnotes?
2. Have three ghost poems, none of them mine: Pauline Stainer's "The Hangar Ghosts," Greg Delanty's "Another Time," and James Fenton's "Wind." The last may not be strictly a ghost poem, but I don't know how else to categorize the way these lines catch me:
This lord went east and found safety.
His brother sought Africa and a dish of aloes.
3. Courtesy of
rushthatspeaks: Isabella Rotman, "Siren School." I adore everything about this comic. See the title of this post.On all these good things, having been awake for nearly twenty-four hours now, I shall try to sleep.
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