To the selfsame tune and words

[sovay]

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 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.

Comments

[thistleingrey.livejournal.com]

It's a lovely poem, regardless.

Thugamar féin an samhradh linn...

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Congratulations on the publication and the acceptance. Happy Summer!

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.)

[gwynnega]

Gorgeous poem!

[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

Yay!

...to thank for introducing me to the Biblical aetiology of selkies.

??? I missed this. Seriously? *bounces* I have to go find out more.

[zdenka]

Congrats on the poems, and happy Solstice.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

That's such a gorgeous poem. So fierce. Furious nothing.

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.