sovay: (Lord Peter Wimsey: passion)
sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2011-01-28 06:00 pm

derecta acie in litore Oceani ac ballistis machinisque dispositis

And this afternoon's mail brought me the first issue of Moral Relativism Magazine, in which my poem "Abite Laeti, Abite Locupletes" appears between thoughts on Susan Bordo and a reprint of Ambrose Bierce. This is an unusual poem for me; it is nonfantastic, political, and one of the best things I think I wrote all last year. The magazine looks terrific, too.

[identity profile] nineweaving.livejournal.com 2011-01-28 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Fabulous!

Nine

[identity profile] timesygn.livejournal.com 2011-01-28 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)

Moral Relativism looks like a very interesting magazine. One to make religious wing-nuts and absolutists of all stripes cringe, so in that it appears useful as well. Congratulations on the sale.

[identity profile] handful-ofdust.livejournal.com 2011-01-28 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
I think I said at the time you announced this sale that I just love that there IS a Moral Relativism Magazine. The fact that it publishes poetry--your poetry--is gravy.;)

[identity profile] timesygn.livejournal.com 2011-01-28 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)

I have, and thank you for the suggestion. I shall think on the topic.

In the meantime, I respond with a small gift in the form of recommended reading. Do you know The Magus by John Fowles? Chapter 53 (Ελευθερία) can be read as a discrete short story and is of especial relevance to the question at hand.

[identity profile] madwriter.livejournal.com 2011-01-29 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Glad to hear they're still out there--I'd started worrying recently that they weren't. After I discovered Moral Relativism I went back to their page a handful of times and each time it was down, so I was afraid they were gone.

[identity profile] clarionj.livejournal.com 2011-01-29 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Congratulations! I'm curious about your poem now :) and the magazine.

I have to tell you ... I dreamed about you last night. I was at a family party on my husband's side, which generally tends to mean I'm stressed and want to go home (it's not just me; my husband feels the same). But instead, there were pieces of Erzebet's artwork up in the house, including the piece I have with your poem and another, which doesn't actually exist, of one of your poems--a kind of large scroll, shellacked, with the poem written in calligraphy. I couldn't actually read the words to tell you what the poem was. But we were talking about these two pieces of art/poetry, and you said, But I don't know why they're not finished. For some reason, the poems were left off, trailing into the air. And then I woke.

Weird?