The Life of Beasts

The Academy of Inventive Literature has put out their first journal issue! It clocks in at 59 pages, with poems that actually sound good and a little prose fiction to boot.

Subscribe here, or read a free essay (“The Beastly Life and the Life of Art”) to get your imaginative juices going.

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Dilemma

Behind the hill is sorcery,
And everything unknown,
But will the secret compensate
For climbing it alone?

~ Emily Dickinson, #1603

Melancholy

There’s no help for it. February is bleak. Ironically, it is also the month of the Valentine. Combining both, here is a little Rilke on forsaken love.

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Maiden Melancholy

A knight, as from a proverb old,
Comes riding into mind.

He came. So through the wood and wold
The storm may come and all enfold.

He passed. So evening’s benison
May pass before your prayers are done,
Forsaken by the bell;
And though you’d cry aloud with woe,
You only whimper, long and low
Into your kerchief cold.

A knight, as from a proverb old,
Rides armored, far and fell.

His smile was sweet, and softly shone
Like antique light on elven-bone,
Like homesickness, like Christmas snow
On darkling rooftops, like the row
Of pearls set round a turquoise stone,
Like soft moon-glow
Upon a book loved well.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke, from the Book of Images