And the ghost of Descartes screams again in the dark

[sovay]

1) My poem "Fjöturlundr (Saturnian)" is now online at Lone Star Stories. It is not formally dedicated to fleurdelis28, but she asked the question that began it, so lay any blame at her door, please. While you're there, I particularly recommend Patricia Russo's "People, Unnoticed," which may cause you to think differently about spiders, short hair, and street corners, and Amal El-Mohtar and Nicole Kornher-Stace's beautiful tarot dance of demon lovers, "The Maiden to the Fox Did Say."

2) Though if it is demon lovers you're after, then you should have a subscription to Caitlín R. Kiernan's Sirenia Digest and this month's whisper in the dark, "A Canvas for Incoherent Arts." As a rather strange bedfellow, my sea-story "Till Human Voices Wake Us" (originally of Not One of Us #28) is also reprinted therein.

3) Future issues of Sirenia will contain my poems "The Coast Guard" and "Αὐδήεσσα" (for handful_ofdust), speaking of mermaids singing.

4) John Ford's The Quiet Man (1952) is a very strange film.

Comments

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

"...the silver mask left rotting in the peat..."

{shivers ecstatically}

Nine

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you posted.

Yay for a new issue of Lone Star Stories!

Now I have to find out the plot of The Quiet Man (off to Wikipedia).

[handful-ofdust.livejournal.com]

Excellent, on all counts!

Re: The Quiet Man--how so? Is it about Mary Kate's obsession with her own dowry? Or her brother's obsession with it?

[clarionj.livejournal.com]

as blood-kenned and darkly kinned
as wind and axes, the waiting leap of fire,
the silver mask left rotting in the peat,

I really don't know how you do it. I really don't know when I'll stop being stunned. Love the cold woods at the start and all the movement to this closing.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Congratulations on all the publications. I'd've said something last night, but was trying to sleep responsibly, fully, and early.

I've always thought The Quiet Man was creepy, but I suppose that's sort of instinct, like the way that I find Bing Crosby to be a disturbance in the Force.

Never managed to watch it through, which I suppose I should do, sometime. If I could make myself read a John Norman novel...

Sorry I amn't more coherent. There's a cold-or-somesuch on me now, but I'm in the library cos it's not enough to justify skipping uni.