sovay: (Lord Peter Wimsey: passion)
sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2013-08-06 11:52 pm

Am I thinkable in the USSR?

My poem "A Bulgakov Headache" has been accepted by Stone Telling. It was inspired by and partly written during a migraine I had in February—I'd heard [livejournal.com profile] rose_lemberg refer to them once as "Bulgakov headaches," which only made sense. I class it among the ghost poems, of which I really need to write a final one so I can send the collection somewhere. I need to sleep enough first. Also, irony, stop having this headache.

Current music courtesy of Bogi Takács, who also provides a translation.

My brother was twenty-eight today. My parents now have a fire pit in their back yard. We set up chairs after dinner and watched bats flutter like barnstormers against the water-blue sky.

[identity profile] ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com 2013-08-07 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
Congratulations! That's an excellent poem.

I wish you sleep and an un-ironical (or ironical, I suppose, as there's no reason to be particular in these things*) cessation of the ironic headache.

Happy birthday to your brother! And hurrah for bats!

*All that matters to me, O relevant powers, is that my friend who writes such poetry get the relief she deserves.

[identity profile] moon-custafer.livejournal.com 2013-08-08 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Did I ever mention that I had a friend at university who kept a tame bat named Cassandra? She'd take her down to the gym to fly around for a bit every evening.

[identity profile] moon-custafer.livejournal.com 2013-08-13 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
As a high school student she'd volunteered in the University's Biology labs. Sometimes they let her keep specimens afterwards. The bat was pretty relaxed about being handled, and had the softest fur imaginable.