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To the selfsame tune and words
My poem "Radio Banquo" is now online at Strange Horizons. It was written in January, probably triggered by the Macbeth reading Eric held in December (and subsequent late-night shower thoughts), and I was sitting upstairs at the Bowery Ballroom in New York, listening to Mission of Burma, when I thought of it. I don't know why. I am afraid it has nothing to do with midsummer.
Neither does "In the Earth in Those Days," but that poem has been accepted by Not One of Us. I have![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
asakiyume to thank for introducing me to the Biblical aetiology of selkies.
All day has been green leaves and sun and sky-swimming light. Happy solstice, all.
Neither does "In the Earth in Those Days," but that poem has been accepted by Not One of Us. I have
asakiyume to thank for introducing me to the Biblical aetiology of selkies.All day has been green leaves and sun and sky-swimming light. Happy solstice, all.
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Thugamar féin an samhradh linn...
I wish I could direct you to Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill's latest book, which has some really interesting stuff about a tribe of selkies who've come to live on land and deny their nature to the point of avoiding water at all times, even for bathing and baptism, but when I saw her talk this spring there was still some sort of issue with the American publishers, and she couldn't even sell the Irish printing, mo bhrón is mo mhairg. It'll have translations, the which sounded good when I heard them--I think you'll like it.
(I recorded the lecture, but it's merely two long files, too big for the email, or even the sendspace. I've no skill at editing, alas, to make manageable chunks and send it you.)
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but when I saw her talk this spring there was still some sort of issue with the American publishers, and she couldn't even sell the Irish printing, mo bhrón is mo mhairg.
This is not the same as her collection The Fifty Minute Mermaid?
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This is not the same as her collection The Fifty Minute Mermaid?
Oh, right, it was na murúcha, not selkies. Sorry for the confusion. Some of the stories about the two are similar, which is why I had it tangled up in my mind, I suppose. Doesn't help I was running a slight fever from the Lyme disease, either, I reckon.
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...to thank for introducing me to the Biblical aetiology of selkies.
??? I missed this. Seriously? *bounces* I have to go find out more.
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I'm not complaining!
Seriously? *bounces* I have to go find out more.
Seriously. Sell something to Not One of Us.
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I approve of this train of thought.
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The mind
uncloses stickily from the hilts of dream
wonderful line.
the one pure silence staring
like a hacked man's throat into the blade.
Your closings are always fantastic. Silence like a hacked man's throat--never a whimper.
And I will be so, so SO GLAD to have "In the Earth in Those Days" in published form. Right now it exists on the wall of my study, printed out, on a piece of paper whose edges I cut with those scissors that cut zigzag--to make a fancy border.
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And I will be so, so SO GLAD to have "In the Earth in Those Days" in published form. Right now it exists on the wall of my study, printed out, on a piece of paper whose edges I cut with those scissors that cut zigzag--to make a fancy border.
I'm honored. I should warn you that the poem has undergone some second-drafting, so your printout is still a collector's item.