Marly Youmans's Blog, page 91
April 20, 2013
Events
New events scheduled for North Carolina and Ohio in the coming 16 months. I'll be adding more in North Carolina soon.
April 19, 2013
"the centre cannot hold"
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
--Yeats
Have been watching the news on the computer, listening to the early morning havoc in Boston. Amazing how much wreck and
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
--Yeats
Have been watching the news on the computer, listening to the early morning havoc in Boston. Amazing how much wreck and
April 17, 2013
Puck in Spring etc.
Half-title page, image
by Clive Hicks-Jenkins
Wave
It's busy here with my husband's birthday, and the need to get one son off to Rhode Island and another off to North Carolina early in the morning tomorrow. So I just wave and move on, gathering my groceries and supplies and washing clothes.
Read a poem (the nearest is below), read a book, enjoy your day...
Poem
Here's a poem for chilly
by Clive Hicks-Jenkins
Wave
It's busy here with my husband's birthday, and the need to get one son off to Rhode Island and another off to North Carolina early in the morning tomorrow. So I just wave and move on, gathering my groceries and supplies and washing clothes.
Read a poem (the nearest is below), read a book, enjoy your day...
Poem
Here's a poem for chilly
April 15, 2013
"To stand"
“When I say it's you I like, I'm talking about that part of you that knows that life is far more than anything you can ever see or hear or touch. That deep part of you that allows you to stand for those things without which humankind cannot survive. Love that conquers hate, peace that rises triumphant over war, and justice that proves more powerful than greed.”
--Mr. Rogers,
a.k.a. Sir Peredur/
--Mr. Rogers,
a.k.a. Sir Peredur/
Clock of the Moon and Stars
Clive Hicks-Jenkins
for The Foliate Head
Now and then a poem flies out into the world that feels strange but wholly understood... And then as time passes, it becomes stranger to the writer, until it seems almost not hers.
Here's a little poem from The Foliate Head (UK: Stanza Press, 2012) that feels so to me. It was originally published in that magical 'zine, The Flea, created by the late
for The Foliate Head
Now and then a poem flies out into the world that feels strange but wholly understood... And then as time passes, it becomes stranger to the writer, until it seems almost not hers.
Here's a little poem from The Foliate Head (UK: Stanza Press, 2012) that feels so to me. It was originally published in that magical 'zine, The Flea, created by the late
April 13, 2013
Steidl, mostly--
from www.steidlville.com
Metapost
Earlier I was fooling with my post for Sunday. It had certain pronounced leanings toward transcendence and also gardens, and then somehow suffered metamorphosis and turned into a rhymed, metrical poem. Thus it departed from the blogger-plane of existence. And that is The End, or perhaps a beginning, as it travels on and I start another post entirely.
How
Metapost
Earlier I was fooling with my post for Sunday. It had certain pronounced leanings toward transcendence and also gardens, and then somehow suffered metamorphosis and turned into a rhymed, metrical poem. Thus it departed from the blogger-plane of existence. And that is The End, or perhaps a beginning, as it travels on and I start another post entirely.
How
Saturday morning with cats--
Insane puffcat picture
taken by my youngest on his phone
Cats on each side of me, staring. Evidently I must wake, despite the morning concert of musical snores coming from all parts of the house. People are celebrating Saturday morning in familiar style.
The blue Persian gift-horse puffcat is contemplating the well of nothing. She is a very Zen creature, always peacefully floating in the
taken by my youngest on his phone
Cats on each side of me, staring. Evidently I must wake, despite the morning concert of musical snores coming from all parts of the house. People are celebrating Saturday morning in familiar style.
The blue Persian gift-horse puffcat is contemplating the well of nothing. She is a very Zen creature, always peacefully floating in the
April 12, 2013
A Hilarious, Mad Saint--
Thaliad
The Throne of Psyche
The rain is tapping on the roof and making music in gutterpipes, recalling old paths into the house and testing the Amish roof--for days, men in straw hats and suspenders strode over its peaks in the long-vanished sunshine. I do hope it returns soon.
The Foliate Head
It's poetry month. I am afraid that I mostly ignore poetry month because I write
The Throne of Psyche
The rain is tapping on the roof and making music in gutterpipes, recalling old paths into the house and testing the Amish roof--for days, men in straw hats and suspenders strode over its peaks in the long-vanished sunshine. I do hope it returns soon.
The Foliate Head
It's poetry month. I am afraid that I mostly ignore poetry month because I write
April 10, 2013
Beyond lyric. Audience. Energy.
Vignette by Clive Hicks-Jenkins
for Thaliad
Some how I never got around to reading John Barr's essay on contemporary poetry until tonight. I'm rather glad, as it matches a good many of my thoughts well, and I might have failed to think for myself, letting him do so for me . . . Reading it, I am once again pleased that I left academia early on and have lived a very different sort of life from
for Thaliad
Some how I never got around to reading John Barr's essay on contemporary poetry until tonight. I'm rather glad, as it matches a good many of my thoughts well, and I might have failed to think for myself, letting him do so for me . . . Reading it, I am once again pleased that I left academia early on and have lived a very different sort of life from
Twittage, during which my brain was replaced by cloud--
Vignette of lake for Thaliad by Clive Hicks-Jenkins
I appear to have exhausted the contents of my head while on twitter this morning. And have nothing more to say to the world. Meanwhile, I must go finish packing up bookplates for Thaliad...
Cloud and ignorance appear to be the order of the day. I believe the dawn cloud must have crept inside my head. I believe that my brain may have been
I appear to have exhausted the contents of my head while on twitter this morning. And have nothing more to say to the world. Meanwhile, I must go finish packing up bookplates for Thaliad...
Cloud and ignorance appear to be the order of the day. I believe the dawn cloud must have crept inside my head. I believe that my brain may have been
