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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Friday, September 20, 2013
Nose pressed to the grindstone--ouch!
As I am still in the throes of reading manuscripts for contests and after that shall be doing a hasty burnish on a novel, please go and skim about the blog of Fritteria, who has a passel of quick posts in queue. You'll see lots of images from and notes about some interesting friends and acquaintances of mine.
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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.