tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post662353952957079145..comments2024-03-01T03:58:21.808-05:00Comments on Marly Youmans / The Palace at 2:00 a.m. / poems, stories, novels: Spring sale at PhoeniciaMarly Youmanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-61862841161038046312016-04-04T07:58:05.985-04:002016-04-04T07:58:05.985-04:00I suppose all of us who blither (well, I will admi...I suppose all of us who blither (well, I will admit to blog-blithering!) online are fond of "running on." And as I can't run on my legs (my spine no longer likes it), I shall not give up.<br /><br />How interesting that you confirmed your soul mate via a quote from a poem. Another good reason to memorize, I suppose--it might be a better way of picking love than by the usual methods.Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-44676702108824221302016-04-04T02:52:34.705-04:002016-04-04T02:52:34.705-04:00Terrific, even though you flirt dangerously - but ...Terrific, even though you flirt dangerously - but in the end successfully - with positive matters. I stared for some time at "funny", applying it to his laconic tone of voice, imagining it said despairingly, decided you were right and that you are certainly better informed about AEH than I am. Almost certainly knew the parody:<br /><br /><i>What? Still alive at twenty-two?<br />A fine Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-51770947237432171052016-04-03T14:44:15.565-04:002016-04-03T14:44:15.565-04:00Perhaps I should name the Puffcat (who formerly ha...Perhaps I should name the Puffcat (who formerly had a royal name) "Handsaw." <br /><br />Ozymandius, indeed! You could probably find somebody else who thought the fate of my work would be not a "colossal wreck" but a minor one, and not in "lone and level sands" but in a backyard sandbox! Everybody has an opinion, after all.<br /><br />I do like Housman. Even wrote a Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-40604273118657364482016-04-03T08:40:18.957-04:002016-04-03T08:40:18.957-04:00Hah, well, I must be off with no time to tilt with...Hah, well, I must be off with no time to tilt with you! It is, alas, pouring snow onto the flowers, and I must be elsewhere. I shall come back in the afternoon, unless I am trapped in a snow drift.<br /><br />Talk later. Flatterer!Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-47415540117031374592016-04-03T02:39:15.060-04:002016-04-03T02:39:15.060-04:00Our daughter, Professional Bleeder (formly a phleb...Our daughter, Professional Bleeder (formly a phlebotomist, now translated into her own form of glory teaching the hard sciences), has been staying. She specialises in long-lived cats for which she has a cat door - tricky to install in a modern air-tight "human" door made out of double thickness cavity plastic. Her last cat died a year ago and she's been getting antsy (catsy?) about Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-89286400976635108672016-04-02T09:43:22.929-04:002016-04-02T09:43:22.929-04:00That little anecdote deserves to be in a storyl It...That little anecdote deserves to be in a storyl It's quite colorful and enticing.<br /><br />Cat door. Cat door! And glory. You are funny. How do I see myself? Well, I persist in doing exactly what I want in words and not being very wise about the business side of things. So I am a not-much-known writer living in an obscure part of upstate New York (nothing appears to matter in New York StateMarly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-6611502207814168312016-04-02T03:49:58.409-04:002016-04-02T03:49:58.409-04:00Just think: in one of these books you and I are ru...Just think: in one of these books you and I are rubbing shoulders. You enthroned in legitimacy, me having entered through the cat door. I'm in danger of sun-stroke from all that reflected glory.<br /><br />I well remember my first sally into print: four lines about a jumble sale at St Barnabas Church, Heaton. Since I wasn't then a journalist, only a teaboy with the newspaper, I was paid Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.com