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, February 18, 2016
8 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.
Very cool--but what does one do with it, exactly?
ReplyDeleteFloat around in Bosch-land, I suppose!
Deletemy older computer made funny noises and refused to run it....
ReplyDeleteAw. I like this site too.
Deleteo bother; and here i thought it was done last year in washington d.c.;
ReplyDeletejust goes to show...
Mudpuddle, not sure what that means! (I do like your sobriquet!)
Deletejust a lame comment on the mindless carryings-on of those in government; probably kind of inane. sorry...
ReplyDeleteHah! Okay--I can be a little dense...
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