After the storm will come a sleep like oceans deep

[sovay]

So I don't actually think I want to talk about the ways in which yesterday worsened after my last post, but I am going to point out that once the storm proper started and the internet went down for twelve hours, when it came back up I found:

My poem "Anthemoessa on the Main Line" has been accepted by Moral Relativism Magazine. It's another one sparked by a line from ashlyme's bio, in this case "He haunts second-hand bookshops and canals, and has yet to meet a rusalka." The magazine is still reading for its fifth issue; the theme is "Loyalty and Lies." I was unable to read their guidelines without thinking immediately of Tacroy: "He lied for me for a whole day . . . And he was believed."

The accompanist from Sunday's concert came through with the offer of a paying gig. It will be in December and I will post further details as I know them. In the meantime, I am totally taking suggestions on Yiddish repertoire.

I was asked whether I've ever consulted as a fiction editor for a fee. To which the answer is pretty much: no, I just beta-read things my friends send me; but I am now wondering if that is something I could do.

B. sent me half a dozen pictures from Antalya and Termessos, including the half-statue of Herakles—now whole—that was just returned from the MFA last year.

So maybe I need more storms.

Comments

[sovay]

DWJ did that so beautifully, slipped in little tiny things that hit me like hammers when I read them.

That line about Tacroy made such a strong impression on me, it colored my reading of a scene in Harry Potter years later. I think that says everything that needs to about the difference between J.K. Rowling and Diana Wynne Jones.

When I was at Brandeis, my choir sang a gloriously creepy lullaby called Dremlen Feygl.

Dude! I've seen the lyrics to this; I don't think I've ever had a recording. I am all for creepy lullabies: I was also thinking of a version of "Di zun vet aruntergeyn" or one of the other goldene pave songs. Thank you!

[handful-ofdust.livejournal.com]

What an amazingly beautiful and disturbing song! I second that emotion: You should sing it.

[greenlily.livejournal.com]

Creepy lullabies are best. One of my if-I-won-the-lottery dreams is to record a CD of creepy lullabies and children's songs from as many cultures as I can find--some a cappella, some with creepy harp or creepy violin or creepy choral backup singers.

My voice is a chirpy hollow little soprano thing, kind of the auditory equivalent of an Edward Gorey illustration. Totally useless for actual lullabies, but really good for deliberate creepiness in the right context.