As I've had to be away a great deal this year, I haven't posted much... but here's a poem that just emerged in First Things, in print and online. Posting in the small hours with a wave to fellow insomniacs...
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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Saturday, December 11, 2021
"Starting with a Sentence by Aidan Hart"
As I've had to be away a great deal this year, I haven't posted much... but here's a poem that just emerged in First Things, in print and online. Posting in the small hours with a wave to fellow insomniacs...
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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.
Does anybody go to blogs anymore? If you're a comment lover, here are some: comments at facebook;
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I am definitely still reading blogs, and I don't have a fb or twitter account. I consider tiktok, whatever that is.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the poem! I like the association of truth with beauty. I also like that the poem doesn't read like a list; I'm sure the rhyme scheme helps with that some?
I have scaled back on both those things--I occasionally post and then respond to comments on those posts, but that's about it. Mostly I'm glad to still have ways to contact certain people. Like you on your blog, though I need to catch up. I think I'm going to have to continue spending a lot of time 900 miles from home, and that eats time from every kind of writing. Is what it is!
DeleteGlad you liked it. And maybe! It is definitely a loose scheme in that the rhymes are far apart but ends with a tight, close one.
I cannot comment on my blog (again), so I wish you a Happy Christmas and New Year here. I hope your travels are bearable and that you're getting enough rest. It's so easy to forget to rest.
DeleteThe structure of the poem somehow reminds me of a Japanese fan. Don't ask me to explain that. An unfolded sonnet, maybe?
How peculiar! Did you report it? They might respond... Although I do find that glitches come and go.
DeleteA Japanese fan. That's lovely! It is a wayward form, abcdef abcdef gg. Perhaps it is two coordinated fans, tied together.
Spent Christmas at Hereford County Hospital where my entrails were examined, some discarded and the future predicted. It will, they say, be a yoghurt mish-mash, as always. Doesn't the Internet work in these far-flung places?. Time to take up illuminated scrolls.
ReplyDeleteRR, I need to come by and get more entrail-detail and shall do so today! I'm glad you are out and hope all is getting better...
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