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January 10, 2012 by L.S. Johnson

Sweet and clear, a pure soprano her sister’s voice, the Italian curling from her lips to cling to the very air, caught in the breeze and echoing faintly in the valley that fell away behind them; and Elisabeth too had found herself humming along, feeling her own soul rising towards the trees as if to embrace them.  How many trees had she so flown towards? Hundreds, thousands, in a dozen countries and half as many ages, trees that twisted and grew into themselves like wizened grandmothers, trees that shot upright as if to pierce the very heavens.  With them all she had felt this mutual marveling, two beings marked by a greater reach of time, each shedding years like days, the quickening and quelling of their sap akin to her own scattered heartbeats.

She had slowed without realizing it, lost in thought; she had to run to catch them up, nearly stumbling into Catherine’s backside and earning a withering look from her eldest sister.  Yet another in a long, long line of withering looks.

The last low più trailed off and Mary stopped, seemingly as distracted as Elisabeth had been: stopped in her tracks and thus halting their line, her dark head twisting birdlike, to simply gaze at the trees, the night, the world.

“Dreadful then and dreadful now,” Catherine declared.  “Mewling like a slighted Molly over a tree.”

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Filed Under: WIP Tagged With: Talassio

in other news.

January 9, 2012 by L.S. Johnson

i am counting down to paris like a child, at the same time being aware that i have about eight more arrondissements to map out (read: not enough time) and a schedule to accordingly revise.  that, and i know that once it happens it will be quick, a flurry of walking and touring and pictures and questions asked and forgotten and remembered on the plane with much inner kicking.

and then it will be time to seriously Revise, not this re-reading/pondering/fiddling i’ve been doing.

in other news, i finally placed an older story called “Clotho.”  it has been on my hard drive since my last spin through academia.  “Clotho” is—well, was—one of a handful of what i’ve come to think of as bridesmaid stories: always liked, always getting the personal rejection/honorable mention/semi-nearly-almost-finalist accolades, but never actually being accepted.  it feels good to finally find a home for my girl, one that is taking her with open arms and real enthusiasm.  i’ve always felt she was one of the stronger bridesmaids.  she definitely deserves it.

re-reading it now is more affecting than i expected—i’ve been sending it out off and on, just reformatting and sending, but never re-reading . . . i wrote it in two stages, the first as a draft for a class and then later, after finishing school, in one big revise that opened it up properly.  i had just discovered Max Richter and the entire thing was written, both times, to Memoryhouse set on repeat and shuffle and repeat/shuffle . . . that it came out so well proves yet again how useful music is for me to maintain a voice over long periods of absence—i was nervous when i first went back after so many months, but once i clicked play i was right back in the room again and it was all. so. clear.

i had also just read, prior to the first draft, Paul West’s The Universe, and Other Fictions, the first in a semester-long epic of West’s work, and was struck by one story in particular: “Occupied by a Through Passenger.”

The winds aloft, he murmurs, and she repeats the phrase, knowing a magic formula when she hears one.

it is an anguished, dreamy piece about a man visiting his aging mother that rang so true, then and now.  i had just lost one grandmother and my parents were caring for the other; they had also moved close to an aging great-aunt and uncle.  all that, and the West: they are all in “Clotho.”

“Clotho” will be in Orbital Hearts, an anthology forthcoming from Escape Collective.  out on Valentine’s Day.

Filed Under: News, Reading Tagged With: Clotho, Max Richter, Memoryhouse, Occupied by a Through Passenger, Paul West, The Universe and Other Fictions

location location location

January 5, 2012 by L.S. Johnson

paris is now less than a month away. rather than lug about three or more books on the city (including hussey’s lovely paris: the secret history, charming but tres gros) i am transferring my many notes and sticky tags onto maps like so:

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hopefully this will allow me to venture to an area with one printout in hand, plus itinerary.  it’s also just been fabulous for putting a face to all these little facts and places spinning around my head.  i am a visual learner.  i should have done this months ago.

Filed Under: Process Tagged With: Andrew Hussey, Paris, Paris: The Secret History

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