A raincloud, a crane on the wing
So a lot of today was dreadful. Here are the things that were not!
1. My poem "The Excavation of Troy" is now online at Apex Magazine #65. It was written on the train to New York in February; I finished it just as we passed New Rochelle. And so it was that Schliemann dug for twenty-two years at Hisarlık and never found the Iliad.
2. My poem "Something Different from Either" has been accepted by Ideomancer. It is a Fisher King poem, written in May when I was trying to write about trees. I think I may have written it during a PMRP meeting.
3. The anthology Mythic Delirium, otherwise known as the collected first year of the digital magazine, is now available from a host of usual suspects in both print and e-form. It contains my poem "Cuneiform Toast" and rest of it is nearly a roll call of the field. But not quite, which is why I can't wait for the next year's anthology. In the meantime: read this one!
4. A package came in the mail yesterday. When carefully unwrapped of its red paper and pendant stone heart, it proved to contain a set of small lacquered wooden dishes with an inlaid motif of cranes in mother-of-pearl. (Also one of those little red cellophane fish that curls in the palm of your hand in a supposedly oracular manner.) It was an early birthday present from![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
yhlee. The design and the lacquer are beautiful. I have placed them painstakingly out of reach of the cats!
5. Happy birthday,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shirei_shibolim!
I like all of those.
1. My poem "The Excavation of Troy" is now online at Apex Magazine #65. It was written on the train to New York in February; I finished it just as we passed New Rochelle. And so it was that Schliemann dug for twenty-two years at Hisarlık and never found the Iliad.
2. My poem "Something Different from Either" has been accepted by Ideomancer. It is a Fisher King poem, written in May when I was trying to write about trees. I think I may have written it during a PMRP meeting.
3. The anthology Mythic Delirium, otherwise known as the collected first year of the digital magazine, is now available from a host of usual suspects in both print and e-form. It contains my poem "Cuneiform Toast" and rest of it is nearly a roll call of the field. But not quite, which is why I can't wait for the next year's anthology. In the meantime: read this one!
4. A package came in the mail yesterday. When carefully unwrapped of its red paper and pendant stone heart, it proved to contain a set of small lacquered wooden dishes with an inlaid motif of cranes in mother-of-pearl. (Also one of those little red cellophane fish that curls in the palm of your hand in a supposedly oracular manner.) It was an early birthday present from
yhlee. The design and the lacquer are beautiful. I have placed them painstakingly out of reach of the cats!5. Happy birthday,
shirei_shibolim!I like all of those.
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Thank you.
We had a children's biography of Schliemann in the house when I was growing up: The Walls of Windy Troy (1960), by Marjorie Braymer. I haven't picked it up in years; I suspect it romanticized him as much as he romanticized Troy. Which I understand: I understand falling in love with epic. It's the things like dynamite I have a bit more trouble with.
hat he was never able to find "the" Troy he was looking for, because he couldn't reconcile his own image of ur-Troy with the actuality of real-Troy. So much can be explained by this disparity, in terms of basic human consciousness and impulse.
Yes. Some people go through relationships that way; he went through archaeology.