Seek Giacometti’s “The Palace at 4 a.m.” Go back 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…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.
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Thursday, October 27, 2005
And she sweeps out of the Palace--
Back for All Hallows Eve and trick-or-treating. No doubt the Celt (and the shivering Southerner) in me will want a bonfire.
2 comments:
Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.
Your blog is one America's most thoughtful and best-written. Thanks so much for your heart and your honestly.
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The Beggar Queen is out.
ReplyDeleteWere she here, she would thank you for your gracious comment.