Monday, September 17, 2007

Poetry and shameless self-promotion

Poetry is still happening.
Fall is poetry season because it's beautiful and sensual and romantic and melancholy all at once, a slice from the Tale of Genji. It's a time to walk on deserted beaches and in brightly colored, dying woods, to wander in old cemeteries and invent stories for the forgotten lives and enigmatic epitaphs. A time when the colors are poignantly vivid, sharper than they have been under summer's hazy heat, before everything turns gray and muddy and snow-covered. A time to eat sharp, sweet Concord grapes that taste like home and tart, biting Cortland apples that are actually named for home, or at least one of my homes, to enjoy the fruits of the past summer and the fruits of the coming winter all at once--tomatoes and winter squash, stews and salads. A time to start baking again, and making stews and soups and other luscious comfort food. A time to snuggle with one's lovers after a long summer of being just too damn hot and sticky to think of it, to rediscover each other's bodies unmediated by sweat. A time to contemplate woodstoves and fireplaces and cashmere sweaters. A time of memory and magic and loss, a time when, for Celtic-path pagans at least, the year turns and the dead come, briefly, to pay a visit. This time of year always makes me think of those I've lost, although only my grandmother actually died in fall, and to cling to those I love.

A time for reflection and thus a time for poetry.

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And now for a little more bragging.

The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica (featuring Teresa Noelle Roberts and Sophie Mouette) is in! Look for it on Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk, or your bookseller of choice.

And I have a poem, speaking of poetry, appearing online shortly--details to come when it's posted.

2 Comments:

At 1:08 PM, Blogger Eden Bradley said...

Congrats on your book release! The cover is so beautiful.
Fall is definitely a time to look back at the year, a time for contemplation, a time to remember, and poetry is such a lovely way to do that. It always feels to me like the closing of a season, in a very different way from the other seasons. They seem to shift, one into another, but from summer to fall can come as a sort of shock. I immediately miss the festive summer mood, but as soon as fall is truly here, I love that sensation of being quiet and restful.
Anyway-your post has made me very contemplative today-lol!

 
At 2:28 PM, Blogger TeresaNoelleRoberts said...

Thank you for dropping by, Eden.

Today, of course, was the least autumnal of autumn days--I just got back from the beach--but I still feel that fall glow.

 

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