We drink and we die and continue to drink

[sovay]

In honor of the upcoming (now current) Saint Patrick's Day, I played Denis Leary's "We Have No Heads" for my brother, and made hamentashn. That about covers my cultural inheritance.

greythistle has alerted me to a very complimentary review of Mythic Delirium #13 at SF Site. I have no genetic ties to classical Greece at all, but my poem "Not the Song of Briseis" was favorably noted. Considering that I wrote that poem on a train and it occupies something of the same wait-a-minute-that's mine? space as "When You Came to Troy," I am especially pleased.

I do not want even to contemplate the number of hamentashn I have just eaten. I think I'll go to bed instead.

Comments

[lesser-celery.livejournal.com]

I confess that I, too, did a double-take when I saw the title "When You Came to Troy." I like the negation throughout "Not the Song of Breiseis," things that constantly go against expectations.

[sovay]

I confess that I, too, did a double-take when I saw the title "When You Came to Troy."

Just because second person is not my natural narrative viewpoint . . .

I like the negation throughout "Not the Song of Breiseis," things that constantly go against expectations.

Thanks. I realize this makes it sort of an anti-retelling, but I'm still pleased with it: I'm just not sure quite whose brain it came from.