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I think I've suddenly become an evangelist for figures of speech.

During a recent poetry challenge in the Codex Writers' Group, someone recommended two books on the topic: The Elements of Eloquence: Secrets of the Perfect Turn of Phrase by Mark Forsyth, and Figures of Speech: 60 Ways to Turn a Phrase by Arthur Quinn. I found both delightfully readable, in their different stylistic ways, and also they convinced me of what Forsyth argues early on, which is that it's a shame we've almost completely stopped teaching these things. We haven't stopped using them; we're just doing so more randomly, on instinct, without knowing what tools are in our hands.

What do I mean when I say "figures of speech"? The list is eighty-seven miles long, and even people who study this topic don't always agree on which term applies where. But I like Quinn's attempt at a general definition, which is simply "an intended deviation from ordinary usage." A few types are commonly recognized, like alliteration or metaphor; a few others I recall cropping up in my English classes, like synecdoche (using part of a thing to refer to a whole: "get your ass over here" presumably summons the whole body, not just the posterior). One or two I actually learned in Latin class instead -- that being a language that can go to town on chiasmus (mirrored structure) because it doesn't rely on word order to make sense of a sentence. ("Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country": English can do it, too, just a bit more loosely.) Others were wholly new to me -- but only in the sense that I didn't know there was a name for that, not that I'd never heard it in action. Things like anadiplosis (repeating the end of one clause at the beginning of the next: "Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.") or anastrophe (placing an adjective after the noun it modifies: "the hero victorious" or "treason, pure and simple")*.

*Before you comment to say I'm using any of these terms wrong, refer to the above comment about specialists disagreeing. That anastrophe might be hyperbaton instead, or maybe anastrophe refers to more than just that one type of rearranging, or or or. Whatever.

Quinn's book is the older one (written in the early '80s), and something like two-thirds of his examples are from Shakespeare or the Bible. On this front I have to applaud Forsyth more energetically, because he proves his point about how these things aren't irrelevant to modern English by quoting examples from sources like Katy Perry or Sting. (The chorus of "Hot n Cold" demonstrates antithesis; the verses of "Every Breath You Take" are periodic sentences, i.e. they build tension by stringing you out for a long time before delivering the necessary grammatical closure.) And when you get down to it, a ton of what the internet has done to the English language actually falls into some of these categories; the intentionally wrong grammar of "I can haz cheeseburger" is enallage at work -- not that most of us would call it that.

But Quinn delivers an excellent argument for why it's worth taking some time to study these things. He doesn't think there's much value in memorizing a long list of technical terms or arguing over whether a certain line qualifies as an example -- which, of course, is how this stuff often used to be taught, back when it was. Instead he says, "The figures have done their work when they have made richer the choices [the writer] perceives." And that's why I've kind of turned into an evangelist for this idea: as I read both books, I kept on recognizing what they were describing in my own writing, or in the memorable lines of others, and it heightened my awareness of how I can use these tools more deliberately. Both authors point out that sentiments which might seem commonplace if phrased directly acquire impact when phrased more artfully; "there's no there there" is catchier than "Nothing ever happens there," and "Bond. James Bond." took a name Fleming selected to be as dull as possible and made it iconic. And it brought home to me why there's a type of free verse I find completely uninteresting, because it uses none of these things: the author has a thought, says it, and is done, without any intended deviations from ordinary usage apart from some line breaks. At that point, the poem lives or dies entirely on the power of its idea, and most of the ones I bounce off aren't saying anything particularly profound.

So, yeah. I'm kinda burbling about a new obsession here, and no doubt several of you are giving me a sideways look of "ummm, okay then." But if you find this at all interesting, then I recommend both books as entertaining and accessible entry points to the wild jungle of two thousand years of people disagreeing over their terms.

(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/08rQSn)
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Today has just brought a bunch of poetry news! I mean, one part of it was a form rejection for a packet of poems, but to take the sting out of that, another place bought two from me in one go, "Our Rewards" and "Hallucination". I knew that could happen with poetry (since most markets want you to send them more than one poem at a time), but it's the first time I've unlocked that achievement!

And on top of that, I have a poem out today! Eye to the Telescope has done a plant-themed issue, to which I contributed a poem about the World Tree, "Axis Mundi". You can read the whole issue online there!

Hugos 2025!

Apr. 6th, 2025 02:47 pm
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I went for a hike this afternoon so I wouldn't just spend the entire middle of the day haunting social media -- but as some of you have now seen elseweb, I am once again a finalist for the Hugo Awards!

. . . in the category of Best Poem!

If your reaction to that news is "wait, you're a finalist for Best Poem?" -- no, you didn't miss a category in previous years. Every Worldcon has the right to pick a Special Award; Seattle chose poetry. It's possible this might become a regular thing in future years, as happened with Best Series, especially since the Nebulas have instituted that as a new category. But for now, it's a Special Award.

If your reaction to that news is "wait, you're a finalist for Best Poem?" -- trust me, I was as surprised as you are! I only started writing poetry in 2021, and at the time of this posting, I have a whopping six such publications to my name; my nominated poem ("A War of Words") was my fourth. So yeah, this is almost as new to me as it is to the Hugos, and I'm still a little croggled.

(And also amused that I have boomeranged from what is generally going to be the longest single category -- Best Series -- to what is generally going to be the shortest -- Best Poem.)

I am in splendid company, and there's something particularly cool about being part of this unique (or, dare we hope, inaugural?) cohort. I can't wait to sit down and read all the finalist poems!
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This looks like a slow year only because the couple of years before it were bonkers. Asterisks mark the things in each category that I'm the most proud of (unless there's only one thing in the category, in which case, well, it wins by default).













I need to write more short fiction again if I want to have much coming out in 2025 or 2026 . . .
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My third published poem is out today and free to read online: "To the Angels Alone," in Augur Magazine. It's kinda sorta a stealth Onyx Court poem? I wrote it for an anonymous contest in a writers' group, so that precluded writing anything that would have directly linked it to the series, plus I don't know if I would have done that in the first place -- within the confined space of a poem, it might feel a little shoehorned in. But it's about faeries and Mary, Queen of Scots, so it's definitely in conversation with that series!
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I have now published not one but two poems! As of today, "Draco Urbis" is out, in a very dragon-themed issue of Worlds of Possibility. If you're not a subscriber already, you can pick up the relevant issue in Julia Rios' Patreon shop. In addition to my ten modest lines, you'll get seven stories, two more poems, and five illustrations!

(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/01FDim)
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You'd be forgiven for thinking I title half my poems in Latin, given "Damnatio Memoriae" and now "Draco Urbis," which I have just sold to Julia Rios at Worlds of Possibility. I swear, it isn't true! Okay, yes, I do have two other unsold poems with Latin titles, but I've also got more than two dozen that aren't of that type.

Anyway, this one was a long time coming -- at least eighteen years, maybe more, since I don't remember when I first came up with the idea; that's just when I created the file that was my abortive attempt to write the concept as a short story before running aground on my lack of plot. And then I also wrote a version of this in a different poetic form, a tanka instead of the mirror cinquain version that's the one I've sold. But I'm very pleased with the result, and I'm looking forward to seeing it published!

(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/R7ryDL)
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I think "A Tale of Two Tarōs" -- out now in issue #14 of DreamForge Anvil -- is going to be the last of my publications in 2023. So 1) it's out now! Go take a look! Yes, it's based on a very famous Japanese folktale!, and 2) this seems like a good time to look back at my publications in 2023.

Friends, there was a LOT.

For a whole slew of reasons. I actually wrote very little short fiction this year, but since I produced a ton of it in 2021 and 2022, this is the tail end of that flood. And then on the novel front, one of my them was originally drafted many years ago -- having three books out this year doesn't mean there was a year where I wrote three books. But still and all, it adds up to a very satisfying pile!

All links go to places where you can either read it online or purchase it (those latter are marked).



    Novelettes
  • "Pearl's Price" -- When Swords Fall Silent, ed. Bryce O'Connor, March 2023 (anthology; requires purchase)

  • "The Naming of Knots" (as M.A. Carrick) -- Beneath Ceaseless Skies #388, August 2023





In addition to all of the above, I also republished all four novels of the Onyx Court series (Midnight Never Come, In Ashes Lie, A Star Shall Fall, and With Fate Conspire), and put out the sixth collection of the New Worlds Patreon. And ran a successful Kickstarter for the Rook and Rose pattern deck.

. . . yeah. On the one hand, I feel very pleased with all I accomplished this year, and on the other hand, no wonder I feel burned out. I hope 2024 is a good year for my writing, but I'll kinda be okay if it isn't quite this packed.

(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/pQahu5)
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My first-ever published poem, "Damnatio Memoriae," came out in Fantasy Magazine at the beginning of this month -- but as of today, it's free to read at that link!

(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/D2owHU)
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I feel vaguely like I'm typing in a foreign language when I say:

I sold my first poem today.

. . . yeah. That's a thing that really just happened. To Fantasy Magazine, no less, which is a market I have yet to crack with my fiction. Contract is signed and everything, so it's official.

I . . . what? How did this happen? When did I start writing poetry?

April 2021, sorta. I could point to a variety of poems I wrote before then: things for school, things for role-playing games, things for stories that for one reason or another needed to include poems. Even a very small number of things I wrote just because I wanted to. (Three. That small number is three.) But in April 2021 I looked at the list of short story ideas I keep, and my brain said "what if poem instead" to one of them, and I wrote a sonnet. Which my brain, arbitrarily and in defiance of actual historical evidence, has deemed My First Poem. And then in October of that year it coughed up another one, which just happens to be the one I sold to Fantasy this afternoon. (Funny: my first novel sold was my second one written, too.) And then it kept coughing and more poems kept coming out. This is apparently a thing I do now? And now it's a thing somebody's gonna pay me for?

I guess it is. I, like . . . have to figure out where to put poetry on my website now. Because I've written over twenty poems in the last two years, and presumably somebody's gonna pay me for some of those, too, if I go on sending them around like I have been. Because this is a thing I do now.

This feels even weirder than when I started writing short fiction. (I was a natural novelist first.) I'm . . . a poet? Which manages to sound vastly more pretentious to me than saying "I'm a writer" ever did? And yet there have been two occasions in the past year or so where I found myself reflexively typing the phrase "other poets" in conversations online, as in, "poets other than me," so I guess my subconscious is slowly easing its way into the swimming pool of this particular identity shift. At some point the water will presumably stop feeling peculiar. But we're not quite there yet.

(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/WExrlv)
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I'm very hit or miss when it comes to liking poetry, and I most frequently miss with free verse, because part of what draws me to poetry is the rhythmic effect of meter. But I've taken to copying out poems I like in a small notebook, and a couple of the recent ones have been free verse -- and in writing them down (which forces me to pay finer-grained attention to the arrangement of the words), I found myself reflecting on one of the things I find most puzzling about the style:

How do the poets decide where to break their lines?

In a poem with meter, the answer to that question is set for you, and the challenge is to figure out how much of your idea you're going to put into a given line and how you'll make it fit. But with that element gone, you can end your line anywhere you choose. Sometimes I can see why the choice was made in a certain way; for example, two lines might be structured so that they echo one another, and the positioning of the break draws your attention to the similarity. But other times, it seems to be completely arbitrary.

And yet I'm sure there's an aesthetic principle, or more than one, guiding the decision. So my question for the poets among you is: what are those principles? If you were critiquing a poem, what would make you say "it would be better if you moved this word down to the next line/joined these two lines together/broke this one apart"? What are you looking at, or for, when you give someone feedback like that, or choose the placement of the breaks in your own work?

I feel like, if I understood this, I might enjoy free verse more. Because things that register on me as arbitrary are rarely impressive, so seeing through to the underlying reason might increase my appreciation.

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