Marie Marshall

Author. Poet. Editor.

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‘Milk of Female Kindness’ launched in Australia

Kasia James addressing visitors to the launch.

Kasia James addressing visitors to the launch.

Lovely pictures from the other side of the world (as I look at it) from the Australian launch of the anthology The Milk of Female Kindness. You may recall this collection is the brainchild of Kasia James (pictured opposite); Kasia was kind enough to include some poetry that I wrote especially for the collection, and to ask me for some editorial consultancy. The theme of the anthology is Motherhood – the title is a quotation from Virginia Woolf’s Orlando, by the way – and it contains the prose and poetry of contemporary women writers from round the world.

The launch was held at Abbotsford Convent, Melbourne, Australia. This is an important cultural centre, hosting all kinds of events. The launch took place on 24th March – it seems strange, from my point of view, typing ‘took’ because that day is only just dawning here; of course in the Antipodes, as I write this, the day is coming to an end. Or is it? I get confused!

Anyhow, here are some pictures from the launch (c) Kasia James – there was food too, and a colouring table for kids. You’ll also see the table showing other works by contributors. If you want to read a quick review of the anthology, go here. I might have mentioned this before, but I am very pleased and proud to be associated with this venture, and I’m glad it is becoming successful.

A table full of milk...

A table full of milk…

An early visitor. Apparently attendance reached three figures.

An early visitor. Apparently attendance reached three figures.

Interest in the 'Other Work by Contributors' table.

Interest in the ‘Other works by Contributors’ table.

Amongst the material on this table you can spot my book 'I am not a fish', plus fliers fro 'Lupa' and 'The Everywhen Angels'.

Amongst the material on this table you can spot my book ‘I am not a fish’, plus fliers for ‘Lupa’ and ‘The Everywhen Angels’.

Book-signing.

Book-signing.

 

Mongolian Limericks

Mongolia

Five years or so ago, the late Vera Rich, poet and translator, let slip some ‘Mongolian’ Limericks just for fun. I replied in kind and tickled her. Here’s an exchange or two between us.

Vera:

A Mongolian dealer in koumiss
Told his daughter: “I’m angry with you, Miss!
Last night’s supper was spoiled,
For the tea was not boiled,
And the dumplings were sticky as glue, Miss!”

Me:

His daughter’s voice came from the yurt:
“To say the least, you’re very curt!
No need to be cocky –
Those dumplings were gnocchi,
Green tea is drunk tepid – I’m hurt!”

Apparently Vera wrote a whole series of these as a divertissement at a Mongolian Studies Conference in the 1980s – a far cry from her serious work translating Ukrainian and Belorussian poetry. Here’s some more.

Vera:

Said a PR man in Ulan Bataar,
“I really don’t know what’s the mataar!
But that cursed foreign press
Writes of us less and less,
Saying it has too much else on its plataar!”

Me:

The cleaner (whilst shoving her Huva)
Said, “No Mongol is the prime muva
Of things international.
Anonymity’s rational…
It could be worse – this could be Tuva!”

It does you good to let your hair down once in a while. Vera is very much missed by those of us who knew her and worked with her.

Song

Janus

Spring in the meadow
primrose in the grass
life is too new
to let it pass

Summer in the forest
laughter in the trees
lies and deceit
on every breeze

So the old man tells a riddle
and the girl plays tambourine
And it’s all for the pleasure
of a foolish king and queen
While the moments turning over
say it’s like they’ve never been
and we move on

Fall of the harvest
riches on the floor
colour of blood
in every store

Winter in the city
sleep is on your breath
life was a dream
but so is death

So the old man tells a riddle
and the girl plays tambourine
And it’s all for the pleasure
of a foolish king and queen
While the moments turning over
say it’s like they’ve never been
and we move on

Moon follows daylight
morning follows stars
silence dogs romance
of guitars

Janus follows Jesus
crosses follow birth
That’s just the spinning
of the earth

So the old man tells a riddle
and the girl plays tambourine
And it’s all for the pleasure
of a foolish king and queen
While the moments turning over
say it’s like they’ve never been
and we move on

A couple of nice things people said about me in 2013

“… an intellectual and creative juggernaut, with a rare combination of self-awareness and self-actualization…”

“… the Queen of Wow…”

(Just saying)

M.

‘What to do when Santa Claus comes a-knocking at your door’ and other weird stuff for kids.

I’ve been messing around lately seeing if I can write for a much younger readership than my usual target…

© Marie Marshall

© Marie Marshall

© Marie Marshall

© Marie Marshall

© Marie Marshall

© Marie Marshall

© Marie Marshall

© Marie Marshall

‘The Everywhen Angels’ is now published!

My second novel, The Everywhen Angels, is now published!

Image © Millie Ho

Image © Millie Ho

It has taken some time for me to realise this particular ambition, but at last my second novel – my first specifically written for younger readers – is now published. It’s available in eBook format direct from the publisher at present, but as soon as it becomes available elsewhere I’ll let you all know. The timing is pretty good, as you can buy it to top up someone’s electronic stocking this Christmas.

A few years ago I was having a lively discussion with a bunch of on-line friends who were all devoted fans of a certain Scottish author and her growing series of books about a boy-wizard. I have to confess that I was being less than charitable, and the argument was getting circular (They’re not well-written – That’s because they’re for kids – But you’re reading them and you’re adults – That’s because they’re great! – But they’re not well-written…). Eventually they told me that as I styled myself an author, I should either write a fantasy set in a school and make it at least as good as one of my compatriot’s novels, or I should shut up. Well you know me, I don’t shut up that easily, so I buckled down and wrote the book. It was tried out on the thirteen-year-old daughter of a friend; the deal was that the daughter would do her homework and tidy her room, and the mum would read one chapter aloud to her every evening. Well, never has homework been so assiduously completed and never has a room been tidier. I realised I had a hit on my hands. The next task would be to convince a publisher.

The manuscript did the rounds. Head of Zeus showed interest in it but eventually declined it, at which point it was snapped up by P’kaboo, who had already published my first novel Lupa. Although P’kaboo is a comparatively small publisher, the feeling one gets from having a novel published commercially – twice! – is very pleasant. I’m not knocking successful self-publishing – that’s now an established thing with its own degree of satisfaction – but to be taken on by a publisher because they have faith in your writing does feel very special indeed. As regular readers here will know, the cover illustration was provided by Millie Ho. I’m hoping that this will mark the first of several collaborations with Millie, who is very gifted at putting ideas into images.

So what next for The Everywhen Angels? Well, of course we – P’kaboo and I – are hoping for sales. And of course I’m looking forward to reviews and to readers’ comments, from which I will quote here.

THUMBNAIL_IMAGESome more publication news came my way today. The Milk of Female Kindness is subtitled ‘An Anthology of Honest Motherhood’. Edited and published by Kasia James, it is a collection of prose and poetry on the subject of motherhood. The title is a quotation from Woolf’s Orlando. I’m pleased to say that I provided three poems for the anthology and also contributed a little ‘editorial consultancy’ work towards it. I have therefore had the opportunity to read through it already, and I have to say it is an exceptional collection. Some of the writers are known to me, most are not, and all have views on motherhood which do not necessarily reflect the image at first conjured up by the word. It is available on Createspace and I recommend it highly.

i-am-not-a-fish-cover-extractAlso today I was paying a visit to the excellent blog of San Snoek-Brown, and I found his list of recommended books for the coming holiday season. Sam has amassed a big haul of books by writers he knows, one way or another, and whose work he seems only too happy to draw to readers’ attention. My poetry collection from earlier this year, I am not a fish, is included in his list. Thank you, Sam!

It is no heavy obligation for me to reciprocate. As regular readers here will know, I’ve been raving about Sam’s fiction ever since I first came across it. So please accept my recommendation of his chapbook of short fiction Boxcutters, available from Sunnyoutside.

BoxCutters

The Song of Girls

public-domain-photo-of-3-girls

Today I received the latest issue of Rubies in the Darkness, a magazine of traditional, romantic, lyrical, and spiritually inspired poetry, and I was pleased to find that they had included a poem of mine. It’s one I wrote in 2008, when I was still flexing my formal muscles. The late Vera Rich had called for examples of a ‘Dyad’ – a double poem using the same end-words in each component. I replied with what was in effect, a ‘Sapphic ode’ in ‘mirror-dyad form’, which is to say the re-use of the end-words was reversed. Vera, I have to say, was not entirely convinced, although other readers were fascinated by what I had done. I shall reproduce it below for you. Just a couple of notes – a crummock is a staff with a gnarled or bent head, and is probably derived from the gaelic word cromag, and Aberdour is a town on the Fife coast in Scotland.

The Song of Girls

                        I

The song of girls each Sabbath day
belies the clock’s round, slow and dour,
and makes the moments flit away
across the moor

like dragonflies above the mire.
While sunlight shifts from tree to field,
the could-shade hides my heart’s desire –
I long to yield.

I am a slave to love and lust
who has no willingness to fight;
so lose I shall – if lost, I must
embrace by night!

                        II

I woke when last Shrove-Tuesday night
was still, and stale with rind and must;
and, half in sleep, I dared to fight
my wanderlust.

I’m harboured here. How can I yield
to what all travellers desire,
to stride with crummock far afield…
fresh lands admire?

My foot is now upon the moor,
the song of girls calls me away;
so step I down to Aberdour
to greet the day!

© Marie Marshall

Loss (flash fiction)

Because this started out as an idea for a poem, and is prose-poetry rather than straight fiction, I’ve posted it on my poetry blog.

First thoughts on the Phoenix

Phoenix 1 banner

Poet Ben Mosley writes:

“The organization by sections for subject and theme allows each reader to browse or study according to the mood of the moment – or to be transported into a realm of emotion or thought beyond one’s first disposition on picking up the book. Formal poetry in languages other than English allow us to hear lyrical prosody beyond the constructs of a single language. Phoenix 1 200These poems remind us that the paths of our thoughts so well-trodden in one language are not the only ways through the dappled shade and sun of our humanity. The artwork included in the book is fascinating, and like the poetry, is selected with an eclectic sensibility that turns all around to view the sweep of human aesthetic expression.

This anthology returns me to the beginning of my interest in the pursuit of poetic excellence. Like most of us, I was introduced to poems selected by my teachers, and I first attempted poetry with grade school assignments. However, it was not until I began to read anthologies as an adult that I began to see that poetry would become my favorite way of hearing what others have to say and for trying to express myself. With The Phoenix Rising from the Ashes Richard Vallance has given us vistas of poetry of this latest century that remind me of those provided by Oscar Williams and others of the poetry from the fourteenth through the twentieth century.”

The quality of ‘Phoenix’

Editor-in-Chief of The Phoenix Rising from the Ashes, Richard Vallance, comments on the physical quality of the book: 

“… The slip cover is in rich full-colour on high quality glossy paper. Now, there is a world of difference between cardboard bound and cloth-bound hard cover books, and this anthology is cloth-bond. The thirty-five black-and-white illustrations in the anthology itself beautifully complement it. The page layout of the sonnets (two per page) is highly professional, as readers will see the moment they open the book… As for content, stand prepared, my fellow editors, poets, sonneteers, readers and other publishers. You are in for a most pleasant surprise…’

The anthology is currently available here, and will soon be available at the major on-line retail outlets.