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Marly Youmans / The Palace at 2:00 a.m. / poems, stories, novels



Seek Giacometti’s “The Palace at 4 a.m.” Go back two hours. See towers and curtain walls of matchsticks, marble, marbles, light, cloud at stasis. Walk in. The beggar queen is dreaming on her throne of words…You have arrived at the web home of Mar



Updated: 2016-09-24T19:12:11.522-04:00

 



Dear old Blogspot,

2016-09-24T09:40:38.282-04:00

Have I mentioned that Facebook has a thing for me? Facebook is constantly asking me what's on my mind, though it (he?) never offers to give me a penny--not one red cent--for what's on my mind. What's on my mind, Facebook? Twitter. Where I just discovered the following important information: 1.) Definitely not keeping up. Entirely missed until now that WaPo declared Hillary Clinton to be "style



The nature of research

2016-09-19T21:23:09.092-04:00

What am I doing? Among other things, reading about the types and sources of cloth and ribbon excavated from a seventeenth-century privy in Massachusetts. Fascinating.



Richness and beauty

2016-09-16T09:29:35.847-04:00

Isak Dinesen aka Karen Blixen, especially for anyone crisping and broiling and smoking in oil over public (Trump, Clinton, etc.) and private issues: Difficult times have helped me to understand better than before, how infinitely rich and beautiful life is in every way, and that so many things that one goes worrying about are of no importance whatsoever. The wider one can manage to get one’s



More snails

2016-09-13T09:38:20.776-04:00

Snail Jar. So I call it!Terracotta jar with three handles Late Minoan ca. 1600–1500 B.C.The Met. Schliemann collection. Dear diary: What madness it is to start a novel in the midst of upheaval--weekly Wednesday and often Sunday theater performances by my husband and eldest all summer, planning to move a child living at home to Atlanta, need to visit my mother far away, general mayhem of life



The admirable and most famous Snail Water.

2016-09-08T23:30:33.303-04:00

Photo by Skippy3E of sxc.hu  I have been doing a bit of research and feel like sharing this delightful seventeenth-century recipe with you... The admirable and most famous Snail Water. Take a peck of garden shell snails, wash them well in small beer, and put them in a hot Oven till they have done making a noise, then take them out, and wipe them well from the green froth that is upon them,



Summer theatricals

2016-09-04T16:42:50.319-04:00

For this family, it is the last of the summer theater season tomorrow. My husband and eldest son were in Arthur Miller's The Crucible--nine wonderful performances over the summer, set in the new amphitheater beside the lake, under the changing moon and the stars--GlimmerGlobe Theatre, sponsored by the Fenimore Museum. On the last night, my daughter's silkscreened t-shirts for cast members,



Dazzle

2016-08-24T14:16:16.119-04:00

"Hell, Kazuo Ishiguro’s The Buried Giant was the subject of this kind of [sf/f/h] community outrage last summer, but it’s the best Fantasy novel I’ve read in years. American poet Marly Youmans’ Thaliad might be the best post-apocalyptic book I’ve ever read. Neither of these writers come from traditional genre backgrounds, but they’ve shown up and produced dazzling works nonetheless." --Tom



How a table named a book--

2016-08-09T11:32:59.364-04:00

Almost twenty years ago, I was living in a splendid but somewhat ramshackle Arts and Crafts / Tudor house on South Park Avenue in Greenville, South Carolina. A large house, it had a big, wonderful dining room with high fumed oak wainscoting. We had no table to fit such a large room, and no money with which to buy one worthy of the space. One day I found a table in the alley. Unable to find out



"The elation of colour"

2016-08-08T10:53:38.426-04:00

I like this little article including new research into the making of medieval manuscripts. Here's a clip: The contents of a scriptorium’s cabinet have something of the ‘eye of bat, toe of frog’ about them. The parchment pages are goatskin, sheepskin, calfskin, split and pared down to tissue thinness, or they are ‘uterine vellum’ — the skin of aborted calves. Cuttlefish bones scraped the



Congratulations

2016-08-05T09:45:15.636-04:00

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



Rabbit, rabbit--

2016-08-01T01:01:48.916-04:00

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.



Glimmerwords

2016-07-21T22:58:09.260-04:00

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



Fragile, perishable things--

2016-07-17T20:56:28.728-04:00

"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



The Foliate Head sends out a leaf--

2016-07-15T09:37:16.050-04:00

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



Requiescat in pace

2016-07-15T09:22:20.944-04:00

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



Good words for a hard week

2016-07-10T14:21:23.333-04:00

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



The Fourth of July

2016-07-05T12:15:09.771-04:00

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.



Марія Затуренська / Marya Zaturenska

2016-07-01T08:19:18.917-04:00

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



Sunlit morning, interrupted--

2016-06-30T11:11:09.879-04:00

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



Stephen Fry on poetic form

2016-06-29T11:31:52.516-04:00

A genial, inviting discussion. Evidently Fry has much fiercer things to say about poetic matters (particularly form and shapeliness) in the book... And that book is The Ode Less Travelled. Tom Disch (in the form of poet Thomas M. Disch, author of The Castle of Indolence) would be proud. Hat tip to A. M. Juster.



The Foliate Head, on sale--

2016-06-28T12:26:23.886-04:00

Just back from the coast and noticed that The Foliate Head (second printing, hardcover) is now listed as not out of print and is on a very good sale. In fact, it is no longer 15 pounds but a mere 4 pounds. So, get it while you can--P. S. Publishing end of print run and clearance sale! Scrumptious wodwos art by Clive Hicks-Jenkins, wonderful design by Andrew Wakelin. Poems by me--for more



A thimbleful

2016-06-21T11:15:51.918-04:00

Parable of the Thimble A being dedicated a life to words, to art, and to the great transcendentals of beauty, truth, love, and goodness. One morning, the being woke up and looked about at an apocalyptic landscape of toddler-slaying fanatics and Kardashian idol-worshippers and flashy, trendy drek. The being took up a thimble, pouring sparkling drops of cleanness into the oily, crimson,



A singing muse

2016-06-18T20:22:01.077-04:00

Here's a challenging-for-poets and intriguing-for-readers paragraph from Bruce Bawer's review essay about Paul Mariani's biography of Wallace Stevens. While I haven't read anything else by Bawer, I have a strong interest in approaching music in poetry--in the recovery of joy in sound play--and so his thoughts interest me. (The emphases in black below are mine.) He concludes: We began with



Epistle to F. D.

2016-06-17T00:10:33.723-04:00

"Epistle to F. D." is up today--a blank verse poem written when I found the great Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass in my head. I've read the autobiography a number of times, though not in a long while, and his clever, determined efforts to learn to read came to mind strongly, along with thoughts of sitting on the floor with my mother as she showed me flashcards of words. Frederick



World-wish

2016-06-13T08:56:45.885-04:00

Seb Lester calligraphy. Dove of peace mosaic, 12th century.