Shoot straight, you bastards—don't make a mess of it!

[sovay]

Ave atque vale, Edward Woodward. I have no idea what he was like in private life, but I will remember him always as a year-king or a soldier-poet, a sacrifice, and singing.

Eric and I are off to New York City in pursuit of The Red Shoes (1948). I think this will be a good thing.

My poem "Anakatabasis" has been accepted by Not One of Us.

Comments

[clarionj.livejournal.com]

Congratulations on the acceptance! I've been reading the last issue of Not One of Us in between other things. I liked Patricia Russo's piece (as always), a nice metaphor for how we can get used to/stuck in anything--love how well she evoked the place and time. Reading your poem beside Tentchoff's made me think how well the images take us into another time as well as being. Wow, I really felt the hammer clang in your poem and love how the feeling of the lines shift with the later "laurel leaves" and "coronal of her hair." I also loved Lingen's story; the dialogue was fun, tight, and real, and the characters so likable. I love how she unfolded the story with a great play on the date relationship and extraterrestrial passion and connection in general. Germain's story really captured the trapped, restless feeling (the gerbil going around in the confined space, her pacing, all of it). A real sense of disconnection in a consistent piece.

But that's as far as I've gotten!

[sovay]

Wow, I really felt the hammer clang in your poem and love how the feeling of the lines shift with the later "laurel leaves" and "coronal of her hair."

Thank you!

A real sense of disconnection in a consistent piece.

You should tell John!

[clarionj.livejournal.com]

You're right, I should! With both the last issue of NOU and this one, I had hoped to write a review. Then I get busy with work and I read the issue in such a broken manner and lose my little notes and ... well, there you go. I just need to set aside the time!