Light Above Cities | Jay Lemming

May. 28th, 2016 09:40 pm
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“Light Above Cities”
Jay Lemming

Sitting in darkness,
I see how the light of the city
fills the clouds, rosewater light
poured into the sky
like the single body we are. It is the sum
of a million lives; a man drinking beer
beneath a light bulb, a dancer spinning
in a fluorescent room, a girl reading a book
beneath a lamp.
Yet there are others — astronomers,
thieves, lovers — whose work is only done
in darkness. Sometimes
I don’t want to show these poems
to anyone, sometimes
I want to remain hidden, deep in the coals
with the one who pulls the stars
through a telescope’s glass, the one who listens
for the click of the lock, the one
who kisses softly a woman’s eyes.
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The Entropy of Bones (2015; Ayize Jama-Everett) is terrible. It is abysmal. It is appalling. I am about 60% of the way through (and at this point am probably going to finish it, because that's about 80 pages left) and it is so bad on so many topics. I assume that The Liminal People, by the same author and in the same universe and apparently published first (so perhaps I should have read it first but Oh Well, Never Mind), is not any better.

Honestly largely irrelevant snark about the quality of the writing, presented mostly as a framing device. )

Which is all fine as far as it goes, like, whatever, I read a lot of pulpy speculative fiction, but then there are the fucking trigger warnings. And oh dear me are there a lot of them. (At some point I will try to usefully articulate the distinction I make between "content note" and "trigger warning", but that time is not now; just... bear in mind that I'm using the latter not the former.)

The overview. )

The detailed trigger warnings. )

Just... if you decide to read this, you might wanna be prepared going in.
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18.5.16 - Micheline Wandor, in On Gender and Writing. She goes on to explain how later, writing fiction filled similar needs, and I thought: it me. It me.

Dark Turn of Mind | Steve Lambert

May. 27th, 2016 09:33 pm
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“Dark Turn of Mind”
Steve Lambert

             Some girls are bright as the morning and some girls are blessed with a dark turn of mind.
                                                             —Gillian Welch

What year was it we decided to move to The Keys
and raise chickens and be little approximate Hemingways,
little exotic disasters, instead of the common ones
we were quickly becoming? Oh, I guess it doesn’t matter.
It could have been any year. And we could have been
any two misguided people in love, dreaming up absurdities
for themselves, but you, bright thing, went dusky,
and turned on yourself, as beauty unaccounted for can do,
and decided you weren’t worth anything bold and bright
and reckless as island life, went the way of grimmer fictions,
velvet undergrounds and filthy last exits,
not in Paris or Brooklyn, but frondy, humid Central Florida,
which is a poor substitute for Paris or Brooklyn. And I,
unmoored, drifted a little out to sea, but found my way back
to shore once I got hungry, and have done okay,
have stayed, more or less, hungry. You got better, too,
I hear, and live on a mountain now, which is a kind of island,
with two babies, and a mountain man, which sounds pretty good,
and I hope it is, because you deserve something more
than approximations and doomed, childish romanticism.
I wonder, though, what our lives would have looked like
had we gone native, been brave enough for each other
to find that little clapboard house on Fat Deer Key,
and raised those chickens and hell together.
But there’s richness, I suppose, in not knowing,
in haunting the bright outskirts of what could have been.

Elizabeth Jane Howard

May. 27th, 2016 05:26 pm
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All of Elizabeth Jane Howard’s novel have been recently been republished with beautiful covers showing elegant & sophisticated women.

something in disguise then This is my copy of Something in Disguise from 1980. It’s not one of Penguin’s greatest moments.

something in disguise nowThis is the most recent edition of the same book. It's about some truly appalling awful marriages, so I can’t say the joyful cover is very representative of the content, but such an improvement.


May. 27th, 2016 04:22 pm
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Junco in the bird bath
This junco had a bath every morning when I was visiting my parents in the Pacific Northwest.

+1, Junco drying off in the sun )

things that I am researching:

May. 27th, 2016 04:59 am
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-the leadup to Welsh devolution in the 1990s

-the Soho, London art scene in 1989

-death-related fantasy and YA from the mid-90s

(first two for fic, last one for work)

(tbh i like the idea of making Will and Bran make out someplace where I've already written Holmes and Watson fucking, the continuity is nice)
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Keiki is very excited about daisy-picking.

And now, a Very Important Waffle question, triggered by disagreement in waffle perception between myself and my British partner.

Poll #17498 Important waffle question
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 49


View Answers

They're mostly a breakfast thing
13 (26.5%)

They're mostly a dessert/pudding thing
11 (22.4%)

32 (65.3%)

Driving Out - Helen Parsons

May. 27th, 2016 12:01 am
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Georgia O'Keeffe, New Mexico, 1929

She’s bought a car, her first. It’s black.
It waits for her beside the kerb. It’s faithful.
Its clean lines curve as lovely as a flower.
but it is armour, engine, invitation.
Her spirits rise as she inhales the tonic
fragrances of petrol, leather, chrome.
She wakes its power when she turns the key.
Her eyes flick up to check the world behind.
She’s changing gear now, awkwardly at first
but then each time a smoother modulation.
She feels her body settling on the seat.
Her hands upon the wheel are useful again.
The city is a dream of crowds and noise.
She is American: the country opens before her.

From Meanjin 71.3

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“’Now, I know you remember so and so’”
Doris Davenport

meaning somebody who rode through town once, ten
years ago or who lived and died before your birth. They
expect you to remember, to know, just like your mind is
their mind and if you don’t, they might take it personal.
Get so made at you, they can’t get on with the story.

Not like Fannie Mae. She will get all into a story and
catch herself: “But that was before you
were born.” Fannie Mae will pause, grin for emphasis
and say, “And I wish you
coulda seen it!”

not me.
when i get through
when i’m done
won’t be no wishing
you could see.
you gone see.

Vanilla Black, again

May. 26th, 2016 07:18 pm
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Because I had a birthday, again. P had arranged to be Elsewhere this year, so A was my only dining companion. I was a little nervous about that, partly because I am a seething mess of anxiety at the moment but partly because my understanding had been that last year he'd enjoyed it well enough but hadn't been anything like as impressed as P & I. Which, you know, fair enough -- but in fact this year his main arrived and he proceeded to sit looking stunned and rapturous for several whole minutes, which I of course found utterly charming.

For my part, this year they took me well outside my comfort zone and it almost all just worked.

Read more... )

Reading Wednesday

May. 26th, 2016 06:50 pm
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I have just finished reading Five Men and a Swan - Scottish Tales & Verse by Naomi Mitchison and it’s been a delight. The stories are deceptively simple, and her writing has the voice and rhythm of good speech.

Here’s a passage selected more or less at random:

That year I am speaking of we had been through a terrible bad season : aye, the worst. Scarcely a tail of herring in it. And that on top of two years which had been get poor. It was hard enough on the share fishermen, most of all the married men, and week after week nothing but a pound or two to take home. Some weeks, not even that. The shops needed to give long credit, and hard on the wives, and them having to talk round the vans. But I can tell you this : it was away harder on the skippers, of whom I am one.

My copy is from the county library reserve stock and the date stamps at the front go from 1969 to 1975. I’m hoping that someone else apart from myself has read it in the past forty years. And I’m chuffed to realise that there are another half-a-dozen books by Mitchison waiting for me in reserve stock.

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“Will there really be a morning?”
Emily Dickinson

Will there really be a “Morning”?
Is there such a thing as “Day”?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?
Has it feet like Water lilies?
Has it feathers like a Bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?
Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor!
Oh some Wise Men from the skies!
Please to tell a little Pilgrim
Where the place called “Morning” lies!

[food] tiramisu

May. 25th, 2016 08:42 pm
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Notes for next time, just so I don't have to work it out again.

Read more... )


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