It’s editing season! When the words are threshed for their nutritious nuggets and the verbal husks are given back to the fields. My first full-length poetry collection is now in the professional editing phase. I should get notes back by the end of the month, if not sooner. I’m thrilled to be working with poet Christopher Luna at Printed Matter Vancouver for this process. I also just submitted a fantasy short-story to a critique group. Critters.org has been an online, purely plain-text based Fantasy/Sci-Fi/Horror critique group since 1995 (!) – the golden era of monospace terminals and robotically chirping dial-up […]
Poetry
ROSES IN THE WINDOW (Translation)
ROSES IN THE WINDOW The purpose of our life is not depravity. There are infinitely lovelier things than this statuesque presence of the bygone epic. The purpose of our life is our incomplete mass. The purpose of our life is the effective acceptance of our life and of our every wish in all places for all instants in every fervent sifting of things that are. The purpose of our life is the branded hide of our existence. — Andreas Embirikos, from ΥΨΙΚΑΜΙΝΟΣ (1935), tr. by C. A. Corbell