Save me, I am not a goat

[sovay]

My poem "Idle Thoughts While Watching a Faun," after elisem's earrings of the same name, is now online at Strange Horizons.

My novelette "A Ceiling of Amber, a Pavement of Pearl," originally published in Singing Innocence and Experience (2004), will be reprinted in this month's Sirenia Digest alongside greygirlbeast's newest story, "Houndwife." If you don't already have a subscription, why not?

I have no idea why, tonight being the first night of Pesach and my family's seder, I dreamed that I had been invited to celebrate a (fictional) Hindu festival with my downstairs neighbors in the converted textile mill where I was living. There was discussion of the fact that outsiders writing about religious traditions tend to focus on the wrong things—and why do they fetishize the floor-washing? I dunno, wouldn't you want a clean floor if all your relatives were coming over? All hail self-reflexively critical dreams.

Speaking of which, I have to clean the house.

Comments

[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

These are all excellent things!

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Excellent. I'm delighted for the publications.

That's a wonderful dream--I particularly like the bit about the floor-washing.

Happy house-cleaning! Chag Pesach Sameach!

[gwynnega]

Congratulations on the publications!

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I just recently finished reading Until We Have Faces, in which Psyche imagines a palace of amber and gold. Your title of your story makes me think of that--except amber and pearl are a better combination, both being created from living things.

[shweta-narayan.livejournal.com]

Yay poem :) I am not allowed to read till I have at least a thousand more words of diss, but it's an excellent motivator for me, thank you *grins*

re: the floor washing, your dream is so close to exactly right! Only it missed the potential of "...if your relatives were coming over and you tend to eat sitting on the floor on feast days?"

[shawnalenore.livejournal.com]

Mmm, what a beautiful poem...

[coffeeandink.livejournal.com]

I have no idea why, tonight being the first night of Pesach and my family's seder, I dreamed that I had been invited to celebrate a (fictional) Hindu festival with my downstairs neighbors in the converted textile mill where I was living. There was discussion of the fact that outsiders writing about religious traditions tend to focus on the wrong things—and why do they fetishize the floor-washing? I dunno, wouldn't you want a clean floor if all your relatives were coming over? All hail self-reflexively critical dreams.

This may be the best thing I have read all day.

[schreibergasse.livejournal.com]

Yay!
[Save me, I am not a goat???]
[Unless its another Passover ref.]

[stinger78.livejournal.com]

I'd just like to say, "I love your poetry."

That's all. :D