Di melodi'z an alte, nor di verter zenen naye
I had a perfectly ordinary day, mostly comprised of work, errands, and discovering a new bus route, and then as of the last thirty minutes I suddenly felt like a week's worth of exhaustion dropped on my head. (And I know what having something dropped on my head feels like.) Wow. This will not be an elaborate post.
1. My poetry collection A Mayse-Bikhl has been reviewed by Amal El-Mohtar in the latest issue of The Cascadia Subduction Zone. It's a rave:
Here is a single warm voice that reads like watching a brilliant actor donning masks on a low-lit stage, a one-woman play of demons and dybbuks, angels and golems, ancestors and fools that will leave you breathless and uncertain of whether or not it would be appropriate to clap.
I have never found a good response to positive feedback of that degree, except to say thank you and try not to look like too much of an egomaniac when I glow. The entire issue's focus is poetry; there is work by Michele Bannister and Emily Jiang, featured art by Terri Windling, and a variety of poetry-specific reviews, including a very strong one of Rose Lemberg's forthcoming The Moment of Change: An Anthology of Feminist Speculative Poetry. The magazine is subscription-only, but I'd call it three dollars well spent.
2. Stone Telling #7 has been reviewed by Brit Mandelo at Tor.com. It's a rave for everyone involved:
Stone Telling: Bridging is a must-read for fans of queer speculative work—and if you aren't much of a poetry reader, I suspect you will be after giving this issue a try.
This is not helping with the whole not being an egomaniac thing. I can only hope
rose_lemberg is suffering the same.
3. Shirl Sazynski has sent me a print of the illustration she did for my poem "Apocalypso" in Mythic Delirium #10 in 2004. It's a Shiva-Shangó poem, written while I was at Brandeis for two of the best teachers I have ever had, Luis Yglesias and Peter Gould. I've never had a copy of the drawing before that wasn't in the magazine. I'll have to frame it. I mean, it's not like I only got around on Saturday to putting up a poster I bought in 2009 . . .
There is nothing on TCM to stare at. I think I'm going to bake.
[edit: Experimental almond-marzipan cake with lingonberry jam, baked. Now to hope that someone other than me will eat it.]
1. My poetry collection A Mayse-Bikhl has been reviewed by Amal El-Mohtar in the latest issue of The Cascadia Subduction Zone. It's a rave:
Here is a single warm voice that reads like watching a brilliant actor donning masks on a low-lit stage, a one-woman play of demons and dybbuks, angels and golems, ancestors and fools that will leave you breathless and uncertain of whether or not it would be appropriate to clap.
I have never found a good response to positive feedback of that degree, except to say thank you and try not to look like too much of an egomaniac when I glow. The entire issue's focus is poetry; there is work by Michele Bannister and Emily Jiang, featured art by Terri Windling, and a variety of poetry-specific reviews, including a very strong one of Rose Lemberg's forthcoming The Moment of Change: An Anthology of Feminist Speculative Poetry. The magazine is subscription-only, but I'd call it three dollars well spent.
2. Stone Telling #7 has been reviewed by Brit Mandelo at Tor.com. It's a rave for everyone involved:
Stone Telling: Bridging is a must-read for fans of queer speculative work—and if you aren't much of a poetry reader, I suspect you will be after giving this issue a try.
This is not helping with the whole not being an egomaniac thing. I can only hope
3. Shirl Sazynski has sent me a print of the illustration she did for my poem "Apocalypso" in Mythic Delirium #10 in 2004. It's a Shiva-Shangó poem, written while I was at Brandeis for two of the best teachers I have ever had, Luis Yglesias and Peter Gould. I've never had a copy of the drawing before that wasn't in the magazine. I'll have to frame it. I mean, it's not like I only got around on Saturday to putting up a poster I bought in 2009 . . .
There is nothing on TCM to stare at. I think I'm going to bake.
[edit: Experimental almond-marzipan cake with lingonberry jam, baked. Now to hope that someone other than me will eat it.]

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(I have quinces in the fruit bowl. must. cook.)
And thank you for spurring me to write "The Problem of Two Bodies". Silly crazy wonderful meme-things. I still owe you the actually cheerful corollary!
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Thank you! I seem to be making an almond-marzipan cake on which I am going to put lingonberry jam; I need something to bring to dinner with friends tomorrow. I hope they like being experimented on.
(I have quinces in the fruit bowl. must. cook.)
(I glazed a duck with quince once. It is not the craziest thing I have ever made in an oven, but it was a lot of fun. Also, stupidly delicious.)
And thank you for spurring me to write "The Problem of Two Bodies". Silly crazy wonderful meme-things.
I'm delighted a poem came out of it! It's a good one.
I still owe you the actually cheerful corollary!
Watch me complain.
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Also, QUINCE.
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(Seeing Bird-winged again has got folklore going in my head. Someone needs to do something complicated and gnarly with patupaiarehe).
As for QUINCE om nom nom: there's a chicken tagine with quince sauce. Or autumn cake.
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I love quince.
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We have a quince tree in the backyard. The birds always get to the fruit before we do, but it still makes me happy.
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They're a Scandanavian-Slavic staple; I didn't know until
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Versification hasn't had anything new since I did ST6!
Okay, rolling up the sleeves. That's getting changed.
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Yay!
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s’farkisheft aykh di melodie
I am suffering, but I cannot say I'm suffering the same! :D
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Prrrt.
I am suffering, but I cannot say I'm suffering the same!
Oh, hell, I refuse to be the only one afflicted with sudden self-esteem around here!
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Semitic roots wrapped in Yiddish morphology - what could be yummier? (Verbs rule)
Oh, hell, I refuse to be the only one afflicted with sudden self-esteem around here!
You're more than welcome to inflict it upon me :D
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Yiddish farkisheft (פֿאַרכּישופֿט) means "enchanted"; it's from the Hebrew for "magic," kishuf (כישוף).
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ETA: Finally managing to disconnect from irrelevant linguistic geekery to say that this is a performance I found of this song on Youtube - it is not my favorite, but it is nice. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=02OvfhHqhfA and this is a recording I own at the moment: http://www.last.fm/music/Abraham+Ellstein/_/Der+Alter+Tsigayner+%28The+Old+Gypsy%29
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Triliteral roots are never irrelevant!
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Hah! Thank you.
(Lingonberry evokes happy days in Ikea.)
It was either cookies or invent something, and I felt like being interesting!
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Glow.
And that cake is inspired. Your muse is of fire, and her kitchen is a stage.
Nine
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Thank you.
Your muse is of fire, and her kitchen is a stage.
Well, it was what we had in the house . . .
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Hey, *I'd* try it. I just made experimental marmalade this weekend.
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Sweet! Out of what?
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"The melody's an old one, only the words are new."
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It's from the intro to the Klezmatics' "Man in a Hat," but it seemed to fit.
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That sounds lovely, and just like the sort of sweet to go with the savor of so many lovely reviews.
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Thank you!
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Thank you.
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I hope you've had some rest.
Experimental almond-marzipan cake with lingonberry jam, baked. Now to hope that someone other than me will eat it.
It sounds splendid! I would have done, had I been in a position to do so. I hope they did, because I'd be worried for people who wouldn't eat that, unless it were prohibited them on grounds of, say, allergies or a religious taboo on lingonberries.
I hope it's turned out just as splendid as it should be.
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I believe it went over well.