"The Old Astronomer to his Pupil," by Sarah Williams. I've only heard the last two lines before; I like them even more in context.

WEEEHOOO!

I should be working right now. BUT I just noticed for the first time that you can read Clark Ashton Smith's letters online. And Lovecraft's letters to Smith. I lap up anything like this instantly--HPL's letters are wonderful and Smith wrote good ones too. Somehow it had just escaped my notice for years that The Eldritch Dark had some ( Read more... )

Two poems for you, linked, both by Robert Frost, read by me.

The Witch of Coos
The Pauper Witch of Grafton

Tonight's weird poetry offering: "The City in the Sea," by Edgar Allan Poe.

I'm starting to get the hang of this new microphone. Here's a mouthwatering taster of readings to come: the beginning of George Meredith's poem, "The Woods of Westermain."

Busy busy busy.  Nothing bad is wrong, it's just that I don't like blogging about a lot of stuff in my personal life, and I'm trying to make all posts on here public except in rare cases.  Hence my silence for the past couple of weeks. I missed you guys, though ( Read more... )

Zeroth world problems.  I'm sitting here like a dork with a headset on, getting ready to record my poem "Ivy" for Strange Horizons.  SH is apparently starting an audio section, of which I heartily approve.  I have here a microphone headset so new that it has that weird-but-good smell of plastic about it.  I have a new sound program called Audible ( Read more... )

I'm working on a poem called "Rainbows."  ya rly.

This calls for follow-up poems called "Unicorns" and "Kittens."  Any other suggestions?  "Sunsets"?  "Butterflies"?  "Princesses"?  All saccharine title ideas are welcome (with the caveat that I may not manage to follow up on any of this). 

Tomorrow I move from Mountain House.  I'm sitting on the stairs procrastinating with my laptop.  I've lived here for one year as of June 1, but I've spent so much time traveling or away during daylight that it doesn't feel nearly that long.  I'd say "I'll miss the place," but the fact is I expect to be too busy even to think about it.  The place ( Read more... )

I was lucky enough to get an advance copy of C.S.E. Cooney's How To Flirt In Faerieland, which is newly released and making waves all over my friendslist right now.  Let me help to boost the signal a little: it's brilliant.  If Cooney writes like anybody, it's Christina Rossetti in goblin mode, though she's more like herself.  Seventeen funny, sexy ( Read more... )