Directions to the Palace: Seek out Giacometti’s “The Palace at 4 a.m.” Go back precisely 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… Welcome. You have arrived at the web home of Marly Youmans, maker of novels, poetry collections, and stories, as well as the occasional fantasy for younger readers.
Sunday, January 06, 2013
Saline tributes welcome
It is Sunday, and I am feeling pleased, satisfied, and downright merry that a goodly number of readers have reported crying over Thaliad. Trala! I'm very fond of both laughter (with not at) and tears in readers, and think it a grand privilege to inspire them.
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formal poetry,
Thaliad
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2 comments:
It's a moving work. It sorta sneaks up on one by page two and by page 5 one's just a mess.
But - a good mess : )
When you kill people off, Marly, other people are going to be SAD, darnit!
Trala!
I'm sorry but my characters were not all endowed with maturity and wisdom (and watchful parents, for that matter!)
Aren't writers awful?
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