Two bits of news: first, a very warm welcome to this week’s new subscribers! I’m glad you enjoyed my post about Laszlo Krasznahorkai.
And second: I just did another interview. Check it out here! I discuss my debut novel, Calm Before an Earthquake, in greater detail. Which, by the way, you can acquire here.
The heavy snows returned
After years of solitary singleness
I see Prague don a new wedding gown
(Krásná! Ohromující! Hluboká!)
She has chosen to return to nature now that the
Other guys degenerated, for once upon a primeval
Era she married a ploughman who
Caught his own flesh,
Sewed his own grain,
Brewed his own tender mead
His bride couldn’t breathe without him
Any more than Li Po and Tu Fu’s friendship
Turned to steel when faced with Prague and Penelope’s
Former suitors, bored and without purpose
Not all of us hail from Wakefield
The rest of us survivors must build
Character by clearing the brush
For to garden Midgard is our mandate.