I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man’s happiness; glad of other men’s good, content with my harm.
Some things are of that nature as to make
One’s fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache.
All the days of a poor person are wretched, but contentment is a feast without end.
We have some great news to share today: the mighty Mur Lafferty has joined us as our newest advisor! Photo by JR BlackwellThe winner of this years coveted John W. Campbell Award for Best New Writer,…
Mur Lafferty is a wonderful writer in that she writes wonderfully but also in that she is a wondrous writer, lifting up the field with both hands and hoisting it over her head to transport it to new places. It’s my sincere pleasure to get to work with her on Storium, where I know her unique blend of publishing know-how, writerly gumption, and artistic savvy will spur us in bold directions. Onward.
Put cream and sugar on a fly and it tastes very much like a raspberry.
The significance of a myth is not easily to be pinned on paper by analytical reasoning. It is at its best when it is presented by a poet who feels rather than makes explicit what his theme portends; who presents it incarnate in the world of history and geography, as our poet has done. Its defender is thus at a disadvantage: unless he is careful, and speaks in parables, he will kill what he is studying by vivisection, and he will be left with a formal or mechanical allegory, and what is more, probably with one that will not work. For myth is alive at once and in all its parts, and dies before it can be dissected.
Ne mæg werig mod wyrde wiðstondan