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"...A distant ship's smoke on the horizon."

The sun is out today, as it was yesterday. But today there's not so much of the gnawing breeze. Yesterday was cold, despite the sun. Today is almost warm. Okay, let's not get carried away. It's only 59˚F. On April 12th. Spring is hardly even a rumor. Where do the kids up here hide Easter eggs, when there's no grass or weeds or green bushes? Under rocks?

Carmelita hold me tighter.
I think I'm sinking down,
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town.

Day before yesterday was spent putting the finishing touches on A is for Alien for PS Publishing. "Tidal Forces," "Galápagos," "The Steam Dancer (1896)," and "Hydrarguros" were added to the book. So, the second edition of the collection will be one-third longer than the first edition. I sent the ghost of a manuscript away to Nicky Crowther in faraway and exotic Hornsea-by-the-Sea, just a wad of electrical impulses and binary whatchamacallits. So, that's mostly out of my hands, and the ms. is only a year or so late. But I suppose this, not that, is the big news from Friday (I'll quote what I posted to Facebook, since most of you have already read it there, anyway):

I've been keeping this a secret since November, but I can now announce that Centipede Press will be doing a CRK tribute volume, to be published in 2016, edited by S.T. Joshi and Kathryn Pollnac, comprised of new short stories, "tributes," and essays by various and diverse authors and editors, as well as work by a number of artists whom I have worked with over the years, plus a few surprise rarities from me. The book will be titled Below the Wide, Carnivorous Sky. Contributor's list TBA in my LJ tomorrow. Truthfully, the whole thing feels weird, me still being alive and all, but I am greatly honored. (Note: The title was a) not my idea and b) is not a nod to any other author; the phrase was always mine, and it's being reclaimed.) When there's more to tell you, I will.


I've told Spooky I'll go outside today, since I haven't since we came back from Woodstock on Wednesday (I still have the fucking huge, cartoon-sized crown in my mouth*). But, Jesus, the air coming in my window is uninviting.

Your hand on his arm,
The hay stack charm around your neck,
Strung out and thin,
Calling some friend trying to cash some check.

Geoffrey came over early yesterday afternoon. It was the first time we've had a visitor – besides Spooky's parents – since the last time Geoffrey was here, which was March 2nd, 2014. We talked until dinner, and then we talked through dinner, and then we talked until almost 1 a.m., when he drove home to the Greater Boston Area. The primary topic of conversation, it seemed, was the grand, absurdist kaiju of SJWs vs. Sad Puppies.

Blood keeps drinking away,
Certain of it's destination.
Driving through New Orleans at night,
Gotta find a destination,
Just one fix.

I should stop this and try to do a tiny bit of work, pissing on the inferno, before I allow Spooky to drag my carcass out into the chilly day.

Aunt Beast

* It is just now being impressed upon me how entirely fucked I am, how difficult it is to remove a crown that's been set in place. I have never before had a truly bad dentist; I think my luck ran out. I don't know what will done about this. I certainly have no more money to spend on the problem.


( 7 comments — Have your say! )
Apr. 12th, 2015 06:53 pm (UTC)
Thanks for quoting the news from Facebook on the tribute volume. It is very exciting news, and I look forward to hearing more details about it, when they're available. There are days when going outside seems highly overrated, but thankfully there are loved ones to force our hands and compel us into the open air.
Apr. 12th, 2015 07:02 pm (UTC)
was the grand, absurdist kaiju of SJWs vs. Sad Puppies.

all said and not done, that is the best description of it..
Apr. 12th, 2015 07:33 pm (UTC)
Truthfully, the whole thing feels weird, me still being alive and all, but I am greatly honored.

I think it is well-deserved.
Marc D. Goldfinger
Apr. 12th, 2015 09:33 pm (UTC)
Sounds good. I love Centipede Press and it is an honor to be feted while still alive.

As far as the "crown" goes, it sounds like a malpractice suit. That's my take on it. And that's not fun either.

Great little poem pieces. I lived that life for thirty years; glad it's over.

I rode my bicycle today and it was cold until I overheated. My body just wouldn't work right today. After the way I treated it for so many years, it's just getting back at me.
Apr. 13th, 2015 12:28 am (UTC)
Congratulations on the tribute volume and sending wishes for warmer weather.
Apr. 13th, 2015 02:17 pm (UTC)
Having a tribute at your age is great. That means you might get another in ten years, and there is posthumously tributes. It's to bad I won't live to see the next one.
Apr. 15th, 2015 12:02 am (UTC)
Very cool news about the tribute! I am curious, though, about your remark re:"the Wide, Carnivorous Sky." The first time I recall seeing the phrase was as the title to a John Langan story in the 2009 anthology By Blood We Live (which also featured your "Ode to Edvard Munch," of course). I've also noticed it in your fiction and blog posts a time or two in the years since, but didn't think much of it until your above comment about the turn of phrase always being yours and the title of the tribute antho being a reclamation--perhaps I'm missing something, but had you coined it prior to the Langan piece? I always assumed it was a shout out, since I didn't remember seeing it in your work before that, but then my memory is far from picture perfect!

Just wondering, since you called attention to it, and very much looking forward to seeing the table of contents of the antho--Centipede obviously does gorgeous work, and I'm sure it'll be a grand book.
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