Random
a few rad things
THIS Friday, celebrate the release of Her Royal Majesty: Issue 12 with parties/readings in 6 international cities: Paris, London, Berlin, New York, Toronto, & Montreal… party info here, magazine ordering info here.
THIS Mary Ruefle erasure can be read online in its entirety and it is incredible.
THIS poem by Wallace Stevens is rad, confusing:
Lions in Sweden
No more phrases, Swenson: I was once
A hunter of those sovereigns of the soul
And savings banks, Fides, the sculptor’s prize,
All eyes and size, and galled Justitia,
Trained to poise the tables of the law,
Patientia forever soothing wounds
And mighty Fortitudo, frantic bass.
But these shall not adorn my souvenirs,
These lions, these majestic images.
If the fault is with the soul, the sovereigns
Of the soul must likewise be at fault, and first.
If the fault is with the souvenirs, yet these
Are the soul itself. And the whole of the soul, Swenson,
As every man in Sweden will concede,
Still hankers after lions, or, to shift,
Still hankers after sovereign images.
If the fault is with the lions, send them back
To Monsieur Dufy’s Hamburg whence they came.
The vegetation still abounds with forms.
Thank you. I hope everyone is good.
Thanks for passing the Mary Ruefle erasure poem on Gwarlingo along to your readers, Andrew. Mary is such an amazing poet. I’m a huge fan. I’m a fan of HTML Giant too. Thank you!
“[T]he whole of the soul […] Still hankers after sovereign images.” is many questions musically quickly.
wow GWARLINGO was not what I thought it was going to be
So, Lions in Sweden, made me like poetry again.
Thank YOU… I really liked the accompanying essay too. I love that part where she says, “I can’t imagine ever stopping making them, and I hope to be working on one when I die.”