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Sunday, March 20, 2011

A second scrumptious book with Clive Hicks-Jenkins

The Book of Ystwyth will be the most splendiferous poetry book on the planet come May! Until then, it's definitely The Throne of Psyche, thanks to a scrumptious jacket by Clive Hicks-Jenkins himself. The Book of Ystwyth is profusely illustrated, with poems by the late Catriona Urquhart, writer and dear friend of Clive's, as well as Dave Bonta, Callum James, Andrea Selch, Damian Walford Davies, and me.

Clive is an inspiring friend and a favorite penpal of mine, and I am out-of-all whooping glad to be associated with him on a fourth project. Trala for dancing a dance across the lines of the arts!

These cover and interior images are pilfered from a feast for eyes and mind--Clive's artlog here. It is a grand place to visit, one of the sites that makes the web magical.

O wonderful,
wonderful,
and most wonderful!
and yet again wonderful,
and after that,
out of all whooping!

--William Shakespeare

4 comments:

  1. Congratulations on another fantastic artistic collaboration! I've been reading Clive's gorgeous blog for a few months now.

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  2. Thanks! This makes our ... hmm. How many? Well, he did the "Val/Orson" cover. I wrote something for the Clive Hicks-Jenkins monograph. Then he did the "The Throne of Psyche" cover. And a while back I wrote these poems... So four projects. So fun. We have some other things on the burner, too. And yes, he's another one with a good blog. Like you!

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  3. collaborations are such fun. I think I will visit his blog. Cpngrats on this accomplishment. YOPu are really stacking them up lately. I cant keep up with all the things you are doing! thats great. A girl Must stay busy.

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  4. Yes! You are busy, too. I can't keep up with me either sometimes--so unusual to have six things in the pipeline.

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