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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Thursday, May 24, 2012
Flyleaf in the rain...
6 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.
You were WONDERFUl, of course! So glad you came here and spread the good Marlyean word! Hope lots of good comes from this, dear heart.
ReplyDeleteI'd tried to imagine your voice reading A Death at the White Camellia Orphanage and the reality exceeded all expectations.
Aw, double shucks!
ReplyDeleteHow especially wonderful to have friends amongst strangers at the reading, rather like at an art opening! Wish I could have been there to hear and see the Marly glow.
ReplyDeleteI wish so, too!
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like a wonderful trip.
ReplyDelete'Tis. Indeed.
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