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Clive at The Gregynog Gallery, 2

Here are more pictures of the preparations for the retrospective of Clive Hicks-Jenkins at The Gregynog Gallery of The National Library of Wales. If you peek around, you may see:  Clive with Iwan of the White Gloves; Clive with Peter Wakelin; St. George; my bedroom at Ty Isaf (how did that get in there? wasn't he cute to provide a bear?) complete the two books published in honor of Clive

Sundrification, or The Unmade Bed

Today I am starting on my final checks on Thaliad.  I only this afternoon grasped that Beth Adams announced on the Phoenicia Publishing blog that the book will be out "before the holidays," so I need to move quickly. I shall be reading it aloud once to check for sound and to make sure that there are no problems with the sense of the thing, and then I shall sweep through looking for metrical

Dear Professor Currie...

This morning I read "Literature and the psychology lab" by
Gregory Currie, a professor of philosophy at the University of Nottingham. Among other things, he suggests that writers may be not more but less reliable than others at
understanding the minds of others because they are so often a tad schizoid or bi-polar,
an increasingly common way of investigating the artist these days. He

The mirror child reads "The Throne of Psyche"

The Pot Boy makes a tiny film. A Scullery Production.

 

"Pomes Penyeach" *

And doesn't The Throne of Psyche look
pretty lying there?

Want to read more, to lodge a vote for my work and my publisher by claiming one for your own? The peddler's sack is here.



*Post title borrowed from James Augustine Aloysius Joyce.

No wonder he signed himself "James Joyce."



Below is a little gift for you--a rather strange gift. Earlier I linked to Paul Digby's video of the poem

New poems at Lucid Rhythms

Somehow I keep forgetting to post links to new poems online. Here are title and openings from two (from The Book of the Red King manuscript) at Lucid Rhythms, edited by that energetic poet, writer, and editor, David W. Landrum.

Just for fun, I'll slap in a few pictures from my family home in Cullowhee, North Carolina.

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The Silver Cord

The Fool has no mastery of his mind
But is as

Clive at The Gregynog Gallery, 1

Pictures 1-2, Clive's toy theatre



2. Toy theatre wolf with Ty Isaf and gardens



3. Clive with his annunciation paintings and Iwan,
white-gloved to protect the art. (Clive wear gloves? Never!)



4. The nearest painting is "The Prophet Fed by a Raven."
Close by is a car from the prior exhibition--Dave Bonta
took a picture when Clive and I hopped in for a spin.
We did not get far

Postcards from Irene

Home from the Carolinas. No power. Tree on both cars. Wind and rain, home sweet home. Update:  here are a few photographs taken in my back yard... Ain't complainin' now--Nate and I chased a NYSEG truck and begged for power (we were not scheduled, and the NYSEG office said at least a week more, maybe two or three), and now we have jerry-rigged power! Lines looped up everywhere and bound to be

Home (via Droid) with Irene

Home from the Carolinas. No power. Tree on both cars. Wind and rain, home sweet home.

Gap days

Dear friends of The Palace at 2:00 a.m., I am going on a brief hiatus from blogging because of a number of things--deaths in my extended family over the past ten days that make cheerful blogging feel wrong, a lot of book-related deadlines, the need to pack up two of my children for college, and much more. I am quite sensible that a rising number of visitors may go poof! with a little neglect,