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Flying away....

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A little critter I call I'm going to be away for the next two-and-a-bit weeks, and then back again on September 1.

In the mean time, if you find yourself missing your daily slice
of Dartmoor, there are lots of other folks in the village doing interesting work. Follow these links to take a neighborhood stroll....

Nick Baker (naturalist/writer)

Elizabeth-Jane Baldry (harpist/composer/filmmaker)

Danielle Barlow: Notes from the Rookery (mythic artist)

Brian & Wendy Froud (mythic painter & sculptor/writer)

Alan Lee (mythic artist/film designer)

Marja Lee Kruyt (mythic artist/harpist)

Virginia Lee (mythic artist)

Yuli Somme (textile artist)

Shilstone2 Rima Staines & Tom Hirons (mythic artists/writers)

William Todd-Jones (puppeteer/dramatist)

David Wyatt (mythic artist/musician)

Daughters Elvin (medieval music & dance)

The Chagford Filmmaking Group
(their new website is absolutely enchanting)

...and go here for more.

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Recommended Reading:

Dulac-elf 2 A few magpie gleanings before I fly away:

* Lev Grossman defends fantasy literature in The Wall Street Journal. It's sad that the genre still needs defending (sigh), but  he does a very good job of it. And not coincidently, Grossman's own fantasy book, The Magicians, is a wonderful read. (Link via Ellen Kushner.)

* Bret Anthony Johnson contradicts the standard advice and tells writing students: "Don't write what you know," in a thought-provoking, beautiful article for The Atlantic

* Steve Silberman writes movingly of the last days of the Beat poet Allen Ginsberg, in Long Shot Magazine.

* Carol Ann Duffy, the current Poet Laureate here in England (and author of the gorgeous myth-and-fairy-tale inspired collection The World's Wife), has just published a heart-breaking poem in response to the recent riots: "Birminghamham for Tariq Jahan."

* And speaking of Poet Laureates, I'm thrilled that Philip Levine has been named Poet Laureate in the U.S.. I love his poems, steeped as they are in a working class sensibility.

* Fiona Dunbar discusses Cinderella in the Fairytale Reflections series at Katherine Langrish's Seven Miles of Steel Thistles.

* Andy Lechter revisits some excellent, myth-steeped books during his Alan Garner Season, and posts one of my favorite Garner quotes.

* Christina Cairns shares an intriguing work in progress at A Mermaid in the Attic.

* Check out Keira Rathbone's "Typewriter Art" at My Love for You (via Gwenda Bond).

* Check out today's postcard from those crazy characters at John Barleycorn.

* And finally, I love this post by YA author Sarah Rees Brennan: "Ladies, Don't Let Anyone Tell You You're Not Awesome," on her LiveJournal page. (The link came via Holly Black, from a good post of her own.)


Pathways through the trees

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"Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confidence in the storms of spring without fear that after them may come no summer."   - Rainer Maria Rilke

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"A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease."  - John Muir

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"In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me."  - John Fowles

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"It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanates from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit."   - Robert Louis Stevenson

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"God is the experience of looking at a tree and saying, 'Ah!' "  - Joseph Campbell

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"And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything."  - William Shakespeare

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"Going to the woods is going home."  - John Muir


On Your Desk

Karen's studio

Today's desk comes from Karen Squire, who lives just up the road in the city of Exeter. "I noticed that Blog_girl and cat in chair you still sometimes run posts about people's workspaces and working methods," she writes, "and as mine have changed quite significantly since the last time I sent a photo for the "On Your Desk" series, I thought I'd update you...

"I have moved house and studio since Christmas; I'm still living in good old Exeter though, and my new workspace is at EVA Studios on the outskirts of the city. There is a lovely community feel to the place, it reminds me a little bit of art college!Studio witch blog I've also started my own blog, Two Little Pigs, which I try to update as often as I can -- but I'd much rather be painting than scanning and formatting pictures. (I'm sure you can appreciate that!)

"I've very recently signed up with an illustration agency specialising in children's books, so hopefully at some point in the future my work may make it into print. I've certainly been getting a wriggle-on in the past few months and hope to spend the rest of the year progressing further still!"

The charming illustrations here are by Karen. Follow the blog link above to see more. (And be sure to take a stroll through her older posts...there's some lovely work on this blog -- and sketchbook pictures too, which I always love.)

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All readers of this blog are welcome to contribute to the "On Your Desk" series. You'll find more information (and the address where you should send your photo) in the first post of the series, and you can view the full series here.


Color fields

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“The whole world, as we experience it visually, comes to us through the mystic realm of color. Our entire being is nourished by it."  - Hans Hoffman

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“Colors are light's suffering and joy.”  - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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“Color is all. When color is right, form is right. Color is everything, color is vibration like music; everything is vibration.”  - Marc Chagall

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"Color which, like music, is a matter of vibrations, reaches what is most general and therefore most indefinable in nature: its inner power."  - Paul Gauguin

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"I found I could say things with color and shapes I couldn't say in any other way -- things I had no words for."  - Georgia O'Keeffe

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"Color has got me. I no longer need to chase after it. It has got me for ever. I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour."  - Paul Klee


Tunes for a Monday Morning

Above: Natalie Merchant sings "Crazy Man Michael" at the 2010 Cambridge Folk Festival. The song, of course, comes from Fairport Convention's ground-breaking "electric folk" album Liege & Lief (1969), where it was originally sung by the late, great Sandy Denny. The song's fairy tale lyrics (available here) are by Dave Swarbrick and Richard Thompson.

Electric_Eden_jpg_150x1000_upscale_q85 I've been listening to Liege & Lief and a number of other classic British folk albums recently, while reading Rob Young's new book, Electric Eden: Unearthing Britain's Visionary Music. This fat, fascinating volume documents the history of British folk in the 20th century, including a large section devoted to the influential bands of the '60s / '70s -- Fairport Convention, Pentangle, Steeleye Span, The Albion Country Band, The Incredible String Band, etc. etc. -- with information ranging from insights of music scholarship and historical context to pure gossip about who was sleeping with/living with/working with/feuding with whom. Although Young occasionally rambles (I'm not sure the book needed to be quite as fat as it is), at least he does so out of an endearing enthusiasm for the subject. I've been thoroughly engrossed by Electric Eden, and recommend it highly to anyone likewise interested in the British folk music scene.

Below is a video filmed back in the day: Pentangle performing "Hunting Song" on the BBC, circa 1970, with vocals by Jacqui McShee and Bert Jansch. The second guitarist (who was Jansch's flat-mate during those years) is the legendary John Renbourn.


Friday recommendations:

The gorgeously atmospheric video above is the new trailer for Kathrine Langrish's novel Dark Angels (published in the US as The Shadow Hunt): an historical faery fantasy set in the hills of medieval Wales. I absolutely adore this YA novel, and want it to be far better known that it currently is outside the UK -- so please check out the trailer, which will surely whet your appetitie for the book if you haven't read it already. (I think the US cover makes the novel look like it might be just for kids, without adult appeal too -- and this is certainly not the case!!!!) Also, Kath is currently running a contest to give away three signed copies of the book. You'll find the details over on her blog, Seven Miles of Steel Thistles. Please spread the word!

This other week's magpie gleanings:

* Fairy tale scholar Helen Pilinovsky discusses princesses in fairy tales, fantasy, and film in Fantasy Magazine.

* Alex Ross discusses Oscar Wilde's "Dorian Gray" in The New Yorker.

* Susan Goodman discusses "Henry James and the American Idea" in Humanities Magazine.

* Stephen J. Gertz discusses English illustrator Warwick Goble (1862-1943) at Booktryst: A Nest for Book Lovers. (via Michelle in NYC)

* Dianne Hofmeyr discusses the "sand art" of Andrew van der Merwe at An Awfully Big Blog Adventure.

* Robert Parry discusses Stunner: The Rise and Fall of Fanny Cornforth, a new biography of Dante Gabriel Rossetti's model and mistress, by Kristy Stonell Walker. (I gather the book is self-published and may not be entirely professionally produced, but it looks interesting nonetheless.)

* Fiction/poetry recommendations: "White Lines on a Green Field," a Trickster tale by Catherynne M. Valente at Subterranean Press; and Issue 7 of Jabberwocky, featuring fox tricksters, daemon lovers, and more (edited by Sean Wallace and Erzebet YellowBoy).

* Art recommendation: Don't miss David Wyatt's "Comfort in Quilting,"   which is a thoroughly enchanting picture of a mutual friend here in the village, posed with her dog Ozzie (a great pal of Tilly's), against a background of William Morris fabrics and wallpaper. The painting is part of David's "Local Characters" series, and like all the others in the series, it's simply gorgeous. Also, check out the "Craftydermer" exhibition profiled in The Guardian. ("Mr. Fox" by Emma Cocker is particularly charming.)

* Video recommendation this week (in addition to the trailer above): a timelapse film of an acorn turning into an oak tree on the New Scientist site. The magic of nature indeed.

* And a few last bits & pieces:  Howard & Rex send a postcard from their holiday travels on John Barleycorn. There's a really lovely review of the French edition of my novel The Wood Wife,  by Clémence Fournerie, at the Fees Divers site (for those of you who read French). And I've recently been introduced to The Black Letters, a terrific literary blog "celebrating all aspects of bibliophilia, with a slant towards speculative fiction," written by "ravening bibliophiles" Kakaner and Emera. I particularly love the Booklish: Bibliophile's Kitchen posts, where you can find such delicacies as Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell Black Forest Raven Cake and Matilda Honey Oatmeal Scones. (via Ellen Kushner)

Have a good weekend.

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The Dog's Tale: The Great Bunny Chase

Nap timeThe Dog's Tales: a series of posts in which Tilly has her say....

Big drama while walking in a field close to our house this morning: I caught a young rabbit...to my own surprise, I admit. I run to love and chase but I've never before actually caught anything. My Person was alerted by the bunny's loud squeals and said, "Tilly! Drop it! Drop at once!" So I did. Honest. And no harm was done. The silly little critter had had a bad scare, but it scampered away and it seemed alright.

I, however, was marched home in disgrace, which didn't seem fair to me at all. I can't help it -- I was born on a working farm, and I come from long lines of hunting dogs. The desire to chase is bred deep in my bones. Living here in farm country, however, I've learned that I mustn't chase sheep, or cows, or bullocks on the Commons, or the wild ponies that come down from the moor.

"And not bunnies either," my Person now tells me.  "Not when you're living with a bunny-girl painter like me." All these human rules are confusing sometimes, so she's made me this helpful chart:

Tilly's Chart


On "daring to be foolish," once again


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Here's a passage I love: it's Allen Ginsberg talking about the writing of poetry (although it applies to any creative endeavor), expressing some of the same things that I was trying to get at in my earlier post, Dare to be Foolish:

"The parts [of the work] that embarrass you the most," says Ginberg, "are usually the most interesting poetically, are usually the most naked of all, the rawest, the goofiest, the strangest and most eccentric and, at the same time, most representative, most universal...That was something I learned from Kerouac, which was that spontaneous writing can be embarrassing....The cure for that is to write things down which you will not publish and you won't show people. To write secretly...so you can actually be free to say anything you want.

"It means abandoning being a poet, abandoning your careerism, abandoning even the idea of writing any poetry, really abandoning, giving up as hopeless--abandoning the possibility of really expressing yourself to the nations of the world. Abandoning the idea of being a prophet with honor and dignity, and abandoning the glory of poetry and just settling down in the much of your own mind....You really have to make a resolution just to write for yourself...in the sense of not writing to impress yourself, but just writing what your self is saying."

Now this is, in a sense, the opposite advice from the Henry James quote I posted earlier this week, which seems to suggest that artists consider whether the work they're doing is worth doing before they embark upon it. Ginsberg, by contrast, advises working from the gut, the core, the raw and messy interior, without worrying too much about whether the world will value (or even needs to see) what it is we create. I tend to think that both pieces of advice are valid, and necessary to the creative process. The key, I suppose, is knowing which one to apply at what time, and for which project, and for which stage of a particular project.

When I'm writing, for example, I find that first drafts are my time for Ginsbergian flow, letting things emerge from the depth without censor (a freedom I achieve only by adhering to a strict rule of keeping my early drafts private). It's only in later drafts -- when I'm approaching my work more as an editor than an author -- that I can evaluate the text in the Jamesian way. And I've learned, over the years, not to let the Jamesian editor/critic into process too early, for then I am liable to be so self-conscious that I end up writing painfully s-l-o-w-ly...or writing nothing at all. I long ago discovered that I need to allow that first draft to be just as red, wrinkled, and bawling as a new born babe--a creature of beauty only to me, its mother--for that seems to be how my stories are born. The first draft is always and only for myself. It's the last draft that's for the readers.


Among the flowers

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As Tilly perches among the flowers on a lazy summer afternoon, I'm reminded of what this spot looked like when we first moved into Bumblehill: a sad patch of land at the back of the yard by the border of the woods. First we built the two-room cabin that is used as Howard's office now....

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...and then Howard put on his gardening cap and got to work on the land itself...

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...transforming a muddy, weedy, unloved bit of ground ...

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...into a garden rich in color and scent...

The cabin in midsummer 2011

...full of birds and bees and butterflies...

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...and one little black dog. Who believes, of course, that he did it all just for her.

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