I never watch myself, so I can't make any promises...
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, June 18, 2022
NCLR: Night-blooming Cereus, Spring Tree Egg, Alice
2 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.
The only thing that's more difficult than pronouncing parallelism is to spell it. Verb. sap.
ReplyDeleteI'm not so inhibited as you; I watched and listened. I envy you the natural acoustic of that room; attempts to record and blog-publish my singing from the papery pit that is my study have all failed. Your position - sitting at a table - is OK but, as an experiment, try a recording standing up and see if there's increased response to the higher frequencies in your voice.
When I've (rarely) read my sonnets aloud for the blog I found I read them too quickly. Certainly compared with Eliot, Auden, Larkin and Thomas. This caused me to reflect on one of the judgments on Mozart - that the silences were almost as persuasive as the notes. Have you considered this?
Thanks for the standing/speeding advice, RR! I did read more quickly than usual--something about those poems seemed pell-mell. But maybe that's just wrong, I don't know...
DeleteJust back from Montreal. I suppose you consider that the realm of barbarian French.