Express Yourself 2: More Art!

Pavlos Mayakis, Fiber Artist, teaches classes at the Mendocino Art Center.

Pavlos Mayakis, Fiber Artist, teaches classes at the Mendocino Art Center.

Artist Janet Self, standing next to her piece in the 2nd floor of Odd Fellows Hall's art gallery

Artist Janet Self, standing next to her piece in the 2nd floor of Odd Fellows Hall’s art gallery

Love this mobile! This, as well as the pieces hanging on the walls, are paper maché pieces created by elementary school children in the Mendocino County public schools.

Love this mobile! This, as well as the pieces hanging on the walls, are paper maché pieces created by elementary school children in the Mendocino County public schools: 1st Floor, Odd Fellows Hall Gallery, Mendocino

WARM BODIES Redux: Carrie Ryan’s “After the Cure” (In AFTER: NINETEEN STORIES OF APOCALYPSE AND DYSTOPIA)

from Carrie Ryan’s story, “After the Cure,” in After: Nineteen Stories of Apocalypse and Dystopia, edited by Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling:

An ex-vampire reflects:

In that moment I wasn’t sure where the monster ended and where I began. I know the government just wanted me to go back to the life I’d lived before, but the monster always stretched under my skin as a memory. My nails always a little thicker than before, my hair a little thinner. The taste of animal meat never enough as it used to be.

I wondered why they even bothered curing us.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

Self Does Love a Good Poem

This one’s from Eunoia Review:

The author is Anthony Tao, whose poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Kartika Review, Borderlands, Texas Poetry Review, Prairie Schooner, and the Anthill.

An Excerpt from “Chinese Love Song”:

She is quick to giggle, riddled
with unsanswered questions:

is it he, him, his character?
His whiteness,

white for privilege
and power? Or that inside

he quivers?
She giggles, forgetting

her mother had said
giggling was unseemly

for such an ugly girl —

You can read the rest of the poem here, dear blog readers.

Stay tuned.

SILAS MARNER, a Bit Further Along

SPOILER ALER

SPOILER ALERT

SPOILER ALERT

Two gentlemen/brothers, Dunsey and Godfrey — two more profligate brothers self has never met — are the engines of the locomotive that is Silas Marner.

One (Godfrey) asks the other (Dunsey) to sell a fine horse for him (Why? Dunno. Just. Because).

Dunsey, after selling the animal, decides to go chasing after the hounds. On said fine horse. He wants one last ride before turning over the horse to its new owner. And, as you know, riding such a handsome creature is akin to driving a Jaguar or a Porsche: you feel like taking risks.

The horse dies before Dunsey gets very far.

How?

Close your eyes and stop reading if you’re squeamish.

Dunsey “staked” the horse. That is, he followed the hounds over a hedge bristling with wooden spikes, just beyond which was a deep pit.

As Godfrey explains (with an air of breathtaking matter-of-factness), Dunsey directed the horse to “take a fool’s leap,” and the horse was “staked and killed.”

Yup, uh-huh, that’s right, her thoughts exactly.

Apparently, this is a common enough occurrence that Godfrey does not feel compelled to elaborate.

Now, hold on a minute: why construct a hedge, fill it with more sticks than a porcupine, and top it all of by putting a deep ditch right after it? It sounds absolutely barbaric.

And now self quite pales at the realization that dozens and dozens of horses were probably similarly “staked” (and George Eliot was genius for realizing the novelistic potential of such an event).

##@@!!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

This Great Novel: SILAS MARNER, p. 63 (Everyman’s Library Edition)

Silas Marner, where have you been hiding all of self’s life? You’d think self would have encountered this book in high school or something.

Never mind. It’s just as well she’s encountering it for the first time at her advanced age. If it were force-fed to her in high school, she might have developed a revulsion towards all things George Eliot.

She was under the misconception she could finish this book in a week or so (Only 205 pages! If she were operating up to snuff, she’d have polished this off in a matter of days!)

Here’s her great Silas Marner sentence of the day:

Our consciousness rarely registers the beginning of a growth within us any more than without us: there have been many circulations of the sap before we detect the smallest sign of the bud.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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