Directions to the Palace: Seek out Giacometti’s “The Palace at 4 a.m.” Go back precisely two hours. See towers and curtain walls of matchsticks, marble, marbles, light, cloud at stasis. Walk in. The beggar queen is dreaming on her throne of words… Welcome. You have arrived at the web home of Marly Youmans, maker of novels, poetry collections, and stories, as well as the occasional fantasy for younger readers.
Could you? I always feel that I'm regarded as unusually far-hopping (not a quality liked by publishers, who prefer reliability of "product"), a flitter from one thing to another. That is, not only do I hop from novel to short story to poetry to children's book, but I hop from one century to another, from one region to another, from one mode of storytelling to another, etc. Of course, on the inside it all feels related.
Oh those who mediate between creative souls and their public... whether publishers or in the case of artists, curators... always like the simple package. Complexity, obsessiveness, exploration and variety... all qualities of creativity that are key to your own endeavours Marly... are much too complicated for the 'mediators' to take on board.
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I suppose you could say that about many.
Could you? I always feel that I'm regarded as unusually far-hopping (not a quality liked by publishers, who prefer reliability of "product"), a flitter from one thing to another. That is, not only do I hop from novel to short story to poetry to children's book, but I hop from one century to another, from one region to another, from one mode of storytelling to another, etc. Of course, on the inside it all feels related.
Oh those who mediate between creative souls and their public... whether publishers or in the case of artists, curators... always like the simple package. Complexity, obsessiveness, exploration and variety... all qualities of creativity that are key to your own endeavours Marly... are much too complicated for the 'mediators' to take on board.
SUCH a truthful comment. We're still recognisable in ALL our differences...a bit scary in a way!
I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw
Or heard or felt came not but from myself;
And there I found myself more truly and more strange.
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