I received a lovely note yesterday from J.S. Porter, who read twenty pages or so of Seal Up the Thunder prepatory to hosting the panel I'm on at the upcoming Art & Spirit conference at St. Jerome's. He's given me kind permission, too, to quote him. The note just made my day, and while it's self-promoting of me, I'm gonna share.
Yahweh, the Hebrew God of words, has given you a mouthful, a mouthful of gold. You have an amazing talent. I shook and shivered through the poems; good poems--and these are very good poems-- always hit my body first then rise up to the mind. [...] Suffrage to Water & Bone Pastor blew me apart.
You'll recall Whitman's line about Emerson: "I was simmering, simmering, simmering. Emerson brought me to boil." I sense that you've been simmering for a long time. I don't know who or what brought you to boil, but you're boiling now.
I think that would be Betsy Warland and Sage Hill. Though there's more to it than that.
Well, yowza on that, and congratulations. What a poetic way of telling you you have a poetic way about you! Also, now you can cook spaghetti inside yourself.
Just like on *Alien* -- oh, wait, that's bad ....
Keep on flying, Erin! (Or boiling... though that does sound uncomfortable.)
Love, Pat