Dear faithful readers and assorted lolly-gaggers, rubber-neckers, and long-time listeners, first-time callers,
It is true, I have been lax in my public praise as of late, but do rest assured that I am still the queen of commentary, the arch-duchess of admonishment, the very viscountess of validation. But alas, I must also admit that I have stepped up my writing of late, and have things in the works that I promise will delight and amuse.
This list may be short, but it has never been my intention to merely post a series of links in order to cast my web across the… well, the web.
What an apt metaphor, darlings! Isn’t that just terribly clever?
Anyhow, enough silliness, and if you are reading one of these posts of mine for the first time, let me give you a brief recap on my philosophy on the matter of art. Art needs to be seen, to be read, to be devoured, appreciated. It has been my experience that the great unwashed masses don’t generally find the time for anything more than 2 hour car chases or something involving poorly plagiarized vampires, and are as likely to read a poem as I am to be found eating pork rinds, drinking Coors light and watching a tractor pull. So it is the responsibility of the artistic community — which you, dear reader, find yourselves a part of — to be the progenitors of the cycle of constant renaissance, wherein you yourselves form both the creative team as well as the audience. For who better than a writer to appreciate good prose? Who better than a fellow painter to notice a well-used technique? We long to be understood and appreciated by our peers, and so it is our peers that must be our audience. Believe me, darlings, if you keep trying to peddle your wares to the LOL-cats and twerking crowd, you will find yourself a miserable misanthropic mess.
Essays – Great Conversations or Arguments? by Carol at A French American Life is a humourous glimpse into a multicultural marriage, and the marvelous, if sometimes frustrating differences that reside there. Carol’s writing is lively and witty, and her playful deconstruction of the French language (especially in the “he loves me, he loves me not” section) is simply fantastique!
Poetry – Mom, I promise this isn’t actually about you by Jenny Saia is a delightfully dry and dark tale in poetic form. I simply adore how she’s used the parallels of Lynx and Alaska and perfume. This is not only enjoyable from a storytelling point of view, but, if you appreciate the craft of writing like I do, this will delight the inner English professor in you.
Fiction – Immersion Therapy by Renee Heath – This isn’t even the best thing Renee’s written, but just the most recent that I’ve read. 100 words is only a small taste of what she’s capable of, darlings, but her writing makes characters come alive — not with grandiose poetry or flowery language, but in characters that are flawed, and say what they feel, and in the feeling of disconnect that she is able to create. Start here, darlings, but do not stop.
Fiction/Art – Butterflies by Cheryl Moore. This is a story of Katherine DeSomme, one of a myriad of characters created by Cheryl as part of a grand universe that she has constructed. I particularly loved the drawings for this one, and I believe that I, like Alexand, am a bit taken with Katherine. If you haven’t already discovered Unbound Boxes Limping Gods, now is the perfect opportunity — and there are many places you can jump in, although Cheryl will be happy to point you in the right direction as well if you just ask.
Until next time, darlings,
Helena Hann-Basquiat, Dilettante