Ekphrasis is art in reaction to art. Basically. And I don’t think about the art I consume enough. And I haven’t been writing poetry as much as I should. So every Friday, I’ll post an ekphrastic poem about whatever art I’ve been eating lately (books, poetry, anime, paintings, films, so on).
Ekphrastic 4/A Song of Ice and Fire: A Storm of Swords
I married ice. I lost my hands (and nose and a good fuck).
Don’t blame me if I have nothing witty to say.
oh, oh, oh
wench wench wench
give me ice any day. give
birdsong give me an Other
give me gold
my little bird
I know nothing.
Yeah, it’s late. I’d ask for forgiveness, but I just finished the beginnings of a huge batch of baechu kimchi and a huge batch of purple sauerkraut, and fermented foods never require forgiveness. Also, I’ve been checking my email obsessively, because grad school acceptance/rejection/waitlist season has begun. But mostly, I’ve been lazy/planning my wedding-handfasting/editing a book/preparing an album for release.
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