Friday, December 30, 2011

Poetry Friday

From “Sonic”:
… We kept breeding. They kept coming. More and more mice, more droppings, and then—cutting through the silken silence of the laboratory morning, clear as the glass window through which I saw my lover for the last time before he left me, as he left me, old as the oldest ova in my grandmother’s ovary, timid as a naked face, timid as a slipping-away tail, a hole, one tiny left turd—one sang.
-Beth Brezenoff
The whole thing is here.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Poetry Friday

I haven’t done one of these in forever, but Carrie Mesrobian sent me this extraordinary poem by Michael Hettich, more suitable to the opposite side of the year, but moving none the less.

This girl I hardly knew, taller than I was
and skinny, who made us boys
puff ourselves up and show off how far
we could throw rocks, or how many times
we could skip stones across the choppy water;
this awkward kid I’d never really spoken to
asked me one afternoon to swim across the lake with her.
We were sitting on the dock. It was chilly, but I said
I would do it, though the other side was hazy — almost
out of sight — and it would take us until dark
to make it there and back. So we dove in and started off…

Read the rest at The Sun Magazine.

I’m telling you…

…if we all insist on YA first and that the subgenres are just playthings any author can use as the mood suits her, we could have something like this.

NPR classical music commentator Fred Child on a cluster of genre eschewing, classically trained musicians in Brooklyn:

“You know, this really points to the fact that these musicians don't draw distinctions anymore between what used to be very sharply delineated genres: classical, pop, rock, jazz, folk. It's just music to these musicians, and they draw on whatever feels right for the moment, whatever feels right for the piece.”

It is, dare I say it, positively utopian.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Is it just me?

Or is it getting a little listy in here?
Congratulations are in order for Steve Brezenoff and Carla Killough McClafferty. Steve’s Brooklyn, Burning made Kirkus’ Best of 2011 list and Carla’s The Many Faces of George Washington nabbed a spot on SLJ’s best-of sheet. Tutti bravi.
 
Coming September 2011

And it's not just Carolrhoda. My sister imprints are all listed up too. The Ferret's a Foot is a best graphic novel of 2011 for SLJ, and The Case of the Vanishing Golden Frogs landed on Booklist's best 2011 nonfic. Congratulations to Graphic Universe and Millbrook Press!