Marly Youmans's Blog, page 31
August 5, 2016
Congratulations
to writer and anthologist Lynne Jamneck, who says, "Eight stories from Dreams From the Witch House: Female Voices of Lovecraftian Horror received honorable mentions by Ellen Datlow for "The Best Horror of the Year 8."
Sonya Taaffe - “All Our Salt-Bottled Hearts”Molly Tanzer - “But Only Because I Love You”Marly Youmans - “The Child and the Night Gaunts”Karen Heuler - “All Gods Great and Small
Sonya Taaffe - “All Our Salt-Bottled Hearts”Molly Tanzer - “But Only Because I Love You”Marly Youmans - “The Child and the Night Gaunts”Karen Heuler - “All Gods Great and Small
Published on August 05, 2016 06:41
July 31, 2016
Rabbit, rabbit--
August first so soon! It's time to begin a novel, time to read four books by writers I have not read before and get the reviews in by month's end, time to figure out what to do with some poetry manuscripts . . . time to hunker down and improve the time.
Published on July 31, 2016 22:01
July 21, 2016
Glimmerwords
I have found the lost microphone and fooled around with recording a snip from Glimmerglass. I may do more. Unless the general populace detests my audio self.
Like many people, I dislike recordings of my voice. My father once tried to record me reading Alice in Wonderland when we lived in Louisiana (Wonderland), and I was so self-conscious that I think I lost my mind in a sort of 5-year-old
Like many people, I dislike recordings of my voice. My father once tried to record me reading Alice in Wonderland when we lived in Louisiana (Wonderland), and I was so self-conscious that I think I lost my mind in a sort of 5-year-old
Published on July 21, 2016 19:05
July 17, 2016
Fragile, perishable things--
"Sunset shot taken from the east side of the Baton Rouge levee,
at 7:22, 3/20/2008." --Claude E. Nall III
My most important memories of early childhood are of Gramercy and Baton Rouge, places that seem in memory bright with color, drenched in light, alive with beauty. They are, I believe, memories that have fed me and made me the sort of writer I am. By the age of 13, I had lived in many
at 7:22, 3/20/2008." --Claude E. Nall III
My most important memories of early childhood are of Gramercy and Baton Rouge, places that seem in memory bright with color, drenched in light, alive with beauty. They are, I believe, memories that have fed me and made me the sort of writer I am. By the age of 13, I had lived in many
Published on July 17, 2016 14:09
July 15, 2016
The Foliate Head sends out a leaf--
Thanks to Roderick Robinson for writing about The Foliate Head (UK: Stanza Press, 2012) on his blog, Tone Deaf. The post begins, "I bought Marly Youmans’ The Foliate Head because I’ve liked other poems she’s written. She wears her wide experience of literature lightly and I know from her blog, The Palace at 2 am, she has things to say which interest me." Read the rest here.
Side note: Copies
Side note: Copies
Published on July 15, 2016 06:37
Requiescat in pace
Liberté, égalité, fraternité... Floating in my mind are words from a different unrest: “I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness, I hear the ever approaching thunder, which will destroy us too, I can feel the sufferings of millions and yet, if I look up into the heavens, I think that it will all come right, that this cruelty too will end, and that peace and tranquility will return
Published on July 15, 2016 06:22
July 10, 2016
Good words for a hard week
Compassion is sometimes the fatal capacity for feeling what it is like to live inside somebody else's skin. It is the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too. --Frederick Buechner
Buechner is the author of many good books, including that small but mighty and beautiful novel, Godric, told in the voice of Godric of
Buechner is the author of many good books, including that small but mighty and beautiful novel, Godric, told in the voice of Godric of
Published on July 10, 2016 11:21
July 4, 2016
The Fourth of July
Mary Boxley Bullington, "Independence Day,"
Ink, acrylic, gouache, gesso on museum rag board.
If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves.
--Abraham Lincoln
Neither James Madison...nor any of the other Framers of the Constitution,
were oblivious, careless, or otherwise unaware of the words
they chose for the document and its Bill of Rights.
--Hon.
Ink, acrylic, gouache, gesso on museum rag board.
If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves.
--Abraham Lincoln
Neither James Madison...nor any of the other Framers of the Constitution,
were oblivious, careless, or otherwise unaware of the words
they chose for the document and its Bill of Rights.
--Hon.
Published on July 04, 2016 10:08
July 1, 2016
Марія Затуренська / Marya Zaturenska
Wikimedia Commons, public domain
from January 21, 1983, The New York Times Obituaries: Miss Zaturenska, who was married to Horace Gregory, the Bollingen Prize poet, wrote eight volumes of her poetry and edited six anthologies. Her many awards included the Shelley and John Reed Prizes from Poetry Magazine, where her work was first published.
Mrs. Gregory was born in Kiev, Russia, and came to
from January 21, 1983, The New York Times Obituaries: Miss Zaturenska, who was married to Horace Gregory, the Bollingen Prize poet, wrote eight volumes of her poetry and edited six anthologies. Her many awards included the Shelley and John Reed Prizes from Poetry Magazine, where her work was first published.
Mrs. Gregory was born in Kiev, Russia, and came to
Published on July 01, 2016 05:19
June 30, 2016
Sunlit morning, interrupted--
Thanks to Noah Clark of Erie, Colorado, sxc.hu
Started the green, sunlit day by politely explaining my allergy to politicians to a nice telephone lady from the one or the other of the two major U. S. political parties. I do hate to be interrupted when reading, perhaps particularly when the words come from Nabokov. (I say perhaps because it occurs to me that I have not read nearly enough
Started the green, sunlit day by politely explaining my allergy to politicians to a nice telephone lady from the one or the other of the two major U. S. political parties. I do hate to be interrupted when reading, perhaps particularly when the words come from Nabokov. (I say perhaps because it occurs to me that I have not read nearly enough
Published on June 30, 2016 07:05