Myth Happens

I meant to post this earlier, before I left to spend the day with rushthatspeaks at the Gardner Museum. (It was awesome.) Better late than etc., although I still have to talk about my dreams and Zatoichi.

I am informed by erzebet that the limited edition of "Postscripts from the Red Sea" sold out within the afternoon. Eric points out quite reasonably that there are more than twelve people on my friendlist, but I am still kind of pleasantly stunned. To everyone who bought a copy, thank you! And to everyone who might have wanted one, I am pleased to announce another book from Papaveria; I am even more pleased that the credit is not all mine.

Last November, I discovered James Yorkston's When the Haar Rolls In (2008). By the end of the month, seajules, asakiyume, cucumberseed, and I had all written poems inspired by his extraordinary cover of Lal Waterson's "Midnight Feast." These came to be called the fisherangel poems, for the way Norma and Mike Waterson and Maria Gilhooley* crash in on the chorus "like a tidal wave of angels who are fishermen the rest of the time." Whether they spoke of frozen streams or seafloor skies, ferrymen or hooks and feathers, they dispersed to different homes over the succeeding months and we looked wistfully after them. And now all four poems will be collected by erzebet as a handbound miniature, which makes me exceedingly happy. Futher details to be posted as they are known. The poem of mine which will appear in this limited edition is "The Coast Guard," which those of you who subscribe to Sirenia Digest will already have seen. Even so, keep an eye out! There are more things in heaven and sea, Horatio. This book is going to be gorgeous.

Well, we went down the road and got soaked in moonlight
Hedged in roses on either side
And always in our ears was the sound of the ocean
Always in the distance was an indigo sky

Aren't you just ravenous for a midnight feast . . .

* Lal's family: brother, sister, daughter. Her son Oliver Knight contributes the electric guitar line.