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More like an iceberg -- you don't see the frozen mass of rejections supporting the tiny number of acceptances that break the surface...Congratulations! It's like an avalanche of publishing...you wait for one to come along then at least 3 come intermittently.
Did you take an arrow in it too? Congratulations, yet again, Marc — quite another feather in your cap!...in the Bohemyth magazine September issue! I'm itching to do the Acceptance Dance, but my darn knee won't let me...
CONGRATS!!!...in the Bohemyth magazine September issue! I'm itching to do the Acceptance Dance, but my darn knee won't let me...
More like an iceberg -- you don't see the frozen mass of rejections supporting the tiny number of acceptances that break the surface...
'Fractal of life'...I like that. I shall use it in the future, and pretend it to be one of my own...Sounds like a fractal of life.
Tut tut, mais non. In fact the story is to do with kindness, overdue but still welcome, and perhaps hope. Not as black as my usual output, though the back-story is sad.Good one, Marc! The title sounds....worrying
Oh I was definitely thinking it was going to be like a Goosebumps-type story. Thirty five dolls all staring back at you....Tut tut, mais non. In fact the story is to do with kindness, overdue but still welcome, and perhaps hope. Not as black as my usual output, though the back-story is sad.
You can't tell us that and then not share the poem. So come on, out with it.Frightening is good, if you intend to frighten. Someone said I frightened them yesterday, with a poem. Result!
They were right to be frightened.
Yes, there's something uncanny about dolls. Maybe it was the wrong title to use for this story, I don't know. Anyway, it's done now.Oh I was definitely thinking it was going to be like a Goosebumps-type story. Thirty five dolls all staring back at you....
Ah, yes, very unsettling. Nice one. I always thought there was something sinister about the Joker, perhaps that's why. Norse gods are scary in their own right, of course. I always wonder if they had any connection with Herne the Hunter, as he seems too outlandishly pagan to be from gentle England. I found Herne deliciously creepy when I was a kid.It will be brill if I know you at all.
Dolls and clowns...nasteeee. Likewise the archetype of The Fool. Innocent and knowing. In oracular tradition, this figure, the Fool, Trump card Zero in the Tarot, is also the Joker in a pack of playing cards. The Fool on the Hill etc. This apparently playful figure is anything but. He is the force known to the Norse as Odin, walking abroad in human form, and he cares for only one thing...knowledge for its own sake.
The Fool
Zero draws the Number of the Fool
But only fools will fail to fear
The oddly smiling one who walks alone
Magician, outland, dawn and dusk
Fleeting, glimpsed by tree and mere
Where ripples lap without a breeze
Or single casting of a stone
Zero, Odin’s one remaining eye
His other traded for all kenning
Out-with the knowing of the Norns
Nine days he hung considering
On Yggdrasil, the great ash tree
But Life is flux, and unfulfilled
Does Odin walk abroad with Men
Entranced, he follows their technology
Their blindly restless struggles to get free
Refusing that their final liberty
Is in their choice of sacrifice
Their ultimate expression
In their direst of necessity
Insatiably, dispassionate, he watches, waits
And sometimes smiles, but has no tears
For what might dim or blind his sight
Of conjurings and reckonings with Fate
The new born come, and dead depart
His scouts of Thought and Memory
Twin ravens, Hugin, Munin, fly
Through Odin’s questing, flaming Eye
The singing echo-chamber of The Gate.
KEH August 2015
Ah, yes, very unsettling. Nice one. I always thought there was something sinister about the Joker, perhaps that's why. Norse gods are scary in their own right, of course. I always wonder if they had any connection with Herne the Hunter, as he seems too outlandishly pagan to be from gentle England. I found Herne deliciously creepy when I was a kid.