the pines couldn’t stop crying

Look for my short story “Malaise and Other Questionable Language” in the next issue of the Lime Hawk Literary Arts Collective.  This is a group with good ideas; read about their thoughts on wings in the shape of a Delta here.

so, i lose things.  a lot.  here’s a picture of a bracelet my friend made that meant a good deal to me, despite the fact that it’s just a possession, and maybe wants to be somewhere else now.

i lost it at BSP in kingston, or outside near there.  if you find it, i’ll write you a story about why i could really use that bracelet back in my life.  see luluanne’s etsy shop, if you want your own one-of-a-kind piece, made from all found materials, like vintage psychology texts.

This is my favorite sentence that I read today:  “From all sides, the sly day shifted about; and the mistral shook the sky like sheet metal.”  (from “The Serpent of Stars”).  Jean Giono is always very poetic in his novels, and “The Joy of Man’s Desiring” was a great read as well.  “The Serpent of Stars” is a slim yet square little book, perfect to take on a plane this week. 

I’ll post details when I know more…

This week I finished a story about a voodoo (or voudon?) doll, and one with a simple game showing the trap my character is stuck in.  Then I stumbled upon two separate stories online that, in very different ways, consider these same themes.  Sometimes I feel like, when I’m writing something I’m really absorbed in, I draw things with the same energy into my field. 

Today I wrote a new story called “Elements Rearranged in the Manner of a Compass,” after reading Joseph Williams’ story in the Atlantic.

i finished ‘the king in yellow’.  yes, for unsound reasons.  obviously this is dated enough it’s going to annoy a lot of people.  luckily i don’t mind artifacts.  i’ve even had cause to jot down notes to myself that i must find this book, before the unsound reasons (back in the days of reading lovecraft, who also loved using carcosa as inspiration).  but yeah, i only actually read it last week.  first two stories:  gold.  you’ve got the first one, with the community suicide chamber and the Repairer of Reputations.  think devil equals god and the problems when ego gets involved.  the second one features a pool that the artists throw alive things in to turn them into marble.   this guy loves sculptors and painters, and they’re fun characters to be around.  doesn’t really hold up through the rest of the collection, but i love seeing how this guy thinks (thought).   his feline descriptions reminded me of Colette’s The Cat, a story about a boy who loves his cat far more than his wife.  as far as being based around a play that will drive one mad, whoever reads it, the actual play is only referred to but never given in its full text, great theme threads or ribbons mr. chambers.  also, i already read antonin artaud a decade ago, so it’s too late for me anyway.