A Monarchist Declines the King
Oh my lord, that spine. The S shape is my imprimatur,
just S. But you, after six hundred years, you are Mantel-
ready. Ready to replace Wolf Hall’s Cromwell as her
latest he. And who knows, her revisionist history might
then bury you in Westminster, in a stone-riven crypt
from Sussex at Horsham! A worshipper of royals, I
pressed esses into sealing wax and imagined the princess
sisters bowed over polished escritoires. With a head full
of pudding and suspicious of my birth year by centuries,
you and I have settled down, like the dig at Greyfriars church.
Each action permeates character and scene leaving the reader full but not overstuffed and burping adjectives. Dickens has the right words and the genius to play them in the right order, one of the Sisyphean tasks for writers.
“He retired into the sanctuary of his blue coat.”
“Such a fine woman as her, so handsome and so elegant, is like a fresh lemon on a dinner table, ornamental wherever she goes.”
“… down the hall, a few steps ahead of Mercury.”
“He came back like a recollection.”
“The ghosts of trees and houses, clothes lines…”
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An example of the local culture below: Paolo Sandulli’s sculpted women. Paola, also a poet, is a featured reader during our “Night of the Poets.” (www.paolosanduli.com)
Wally Lamb, Lary Bloom, Clo and Stephen Davis and I just returned home after a week long writers conference in the little town of Praiano on the Amalfi coast of Italy. I’m counting on some pictures to tell you about our pioneers, the first writers brave enough to sign onto our adventure of exploring writing as cross genre story telling. We are still decompressing but find it’s hard to come down from the high we experienced insieme, together.