|Di melodi'z an alte, nor di verter zenen naye
|The Raymond Scott Quintette, "The Girl at the Typewriter"|
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.]