Taking off like water
2020-09-01 15:25Rabbit, rabbit! The sky looks like autumn and the air smells like the sea. Barring an unpleasant couple of hours of allergies in the morning, I even slept from quite early on in the night. Have some links.
1. It is the book birthday of R.B. Lemberg's The Four Profound Weaves! Go forth and pick yourself up a copy of this beautiful novella of queer elders and self-discovery and weaving the world and oneself true. It may be, appropriately, the most complex tale to come out of the Birdverse yet.
2. It is a couple days after the publication of Jeannelle M. Ferreira's "Your Fingers Like Pen and Ink," but if you like queer romances, Jewish romances, historical romances, and/or all of the above, you should still be listening to this story. Thanks to transcripts, it is also available to be read. I contributed a translation.
3. I would like an end to this pandemic for many reasons, but one of them is that I don't see otherwise how I am going to collect all my friends for a trip to Glasgow and the Pink Peacock. "'Hopefully,' said Holleb, who is transgender and a published author on LGBTQ+ issues, 'people will hear that we're anarchists and say, "Oh, this is anarchism, I thought anarchism meant chaos and smashing windows." Well,' he added with a chuckle, 'sometimes it means smashing windows, but sometimes it means feeding people for free.'"
4. I am not sure I have ever heard anything exactly like Anna & Elizabeth's "By the Shore." The bones of it are the Newfoundland folk song "The Maid on the Shore," which like most people I learned from the singing of Stan Rogers. You can still hear them in the glitch and froth of the overlapping narration: I desire that maid who walks alone by the shore . . . a hundred pounds . . . by persuasion . . . she greets the captain with a smile . . . she sings a song of the sailors . . . she says goodnight to him and his ship . . . to his jewels and his gold . . . with no oar but the captain's sword, she paddles her boat to shore . . . there is a woman walking down by the shore now. But it's been deconstructed like a retelling, like the sonic equivalent of Angela Carter. It keeps the concepts, not the lyrics. It doesn't use any of the tune. You can't even sing it. I am finding it haunting.
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strange_complex has written a lovely, thoughtful review of Forget the Sleepless Shores (2018) and it's kind of made my week.
Lastly, my short story "Tea with the Earl of Twilight" is now available in the latest issue of Nightmare Magazine. It won't be free to read online until the equinox, but you can always buy an e-book and I might suggest that you do.
P.S. The podcast of the poetry of the twentieth anniversary special issue of Strange Horizons is also live! My reading of "He Should Marry the Daughter of the Angel of Death" is a rare instance of my spoken voice on the record and was produced byspatch in his capacity as sound engineer while I tried not to blow out the sole headset mic in the house and the third-floor neighbors moved a truly inconvenient amount of furniture above our heads.
1. It is the book birthday of R.B. Lemberg's The Four Profound Weaves! Go forth and pick yourself up a copy of this beautiful novella of queer elders and self-discovery and weaving the world and oneself true. It may be, appropriately, the most complex tale to come out of the Birdverse yet.
2. It is a couple days after the publication of Jeannelle M. Ferreira's "Your Fingers Like Pen and Ink," but if you like queer romances, Jewish romances, historical romances, and/or all of the above, you should still be listening to this story. Thanks to transcripts, it is also available to be read. I contributed a translation.
3. I would like an end to this pandemic for many reasons, but one of them is that I don't see otherwise how I am going to collect all my friends for a trip to Glasgow and the Pink Peacock. "'Hopefully,' said Holleb, who is transgender and a published author on LGBTQ+ issues, 'people will hear that we're anarchists and say, "Oh, this is anarchism, I thought anarchism meant chaos and smashing windows." Well,' he added with a chuckle, 'sometimes it means smashing windows, but sometimes it means feeding people for free.'"
4. I am not sure I have ever heard anything exactly like Anna & Elizabeth's "By the Shore." The bones of it are the Newfoundland folk song "The Maid on the Shore," which like most people I learned from the singing of Stan Rogers. You can still hear them in the glitch and froth of the overlapping narration: I desire that maid who walks alone by the shore . . . a hundred pounds . . . by persuasion . . . she greets the captain with a smile . . . she sings a song of the sailors . . . she says goodnight to him and his ship . . . to his jewels and his gold . . . with no oar but the captain's sword, she paddles her boat to shore . . . there is a woman walking down by the shore now. But it's been deconstructed like a retelling, like the sonic equivalent of Angela Carter. It keeps the concepts, not the lyrics. It doesn't use any of the tune. You can't even sing it. I am finding it haunting.
5.
strange_complex has written a lovely, thoughtful review of Forget the Sleepless Shores (2018) and it's kind of made my week.Lastly, my short story "Tea with the Earl of Twilight" is now available in the latest issue of Nightmare Magazine. It won't be free to read online until the equinox, but you can always buy an e-book and I might suggest that you do.
P.S. The podcast of the poetry of the twentieth anniversary special issue of Strange Horizons is also live! My reading of "He Should Marry the Daughter of the Angel of Death" is a rare instance of my spoken voice on the record and was produced by
spatch in his capacity as sound engineer while I tried not to blow out the sole headset mic in the house and the third-floor neighbors moved a truly inconvenient amount of furniture above our heads.
