In taking a small vacation from various and sundry hideous financial documents that I must peruse and fill out, I found this. No doubt (for your own weird or stressed reasons) you need a zany culture-mocking break as much as I did. So here you go:
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, poems, and stories, as well as the occasional fantasy. D. G. Myers: "A writer who has more resolutely stood her ground against the tide of literary fashion would be difficult to name."
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Wednesday, March 14, 2012
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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.
Yay!
ReplyDeleteI feel like an Egyptian mummy with a hook up its nose to stir the brains around--I am sick of numbers! (Or don't they think that's how the brains ran out these days? I'll have to ask an Egyptologist.)
ReplyDeleteQuite a comparison.
ReplyDeleteMarly Mummy! I may have to make a 'Power Doll' of that character, complete with bandages and embalming kit! Tee hee.
ReplyDeleteSorry that the dreaded forms are addling your brain, that would be so much better employed writing something that we'd all want to read. Courage mon brave!
Robbi,
ReplyDeleteDid I say that I hate finance paperwork?
Yes, courage! Only a few more days, and then I shall have some time for what I like!
ReplyDeleteI shall be a Power Doll all day and bruise through all this malarkey!