Update from The Brass Bull
An explanation, but not an apology, for the rarity of posts--epistolary form to one's readers (as incautiously composed and written as though it were urgently and hastily dashed off on a brief lunch)
Dear readers,
First, thank you for being a companion here in the belly of the Brass Bull. One hopes that one’s feeling marginally less alone—despite the sepulchral silence of the comments and the chat—is reflected for at least the singular reader to which one is always addressing all communications.
Second, I’ll do away with the demi-pretentious, pseudo-formal/familiar “one” business. I can be pseudonymous and still use the first person singular pronoun.
Third, you might have noticed that the rate of publication has dropped rather precipitously: this was always going to happen in time. I’m confident that Byron or Milton might have managed to write, whole-cloth, a poem every week, but my Muse is much more fickle and my talent much more mreager than either of them (though I flatter myself, privately, that my poems have rather more substance than Byron’s—I am, of course, in no position other than that of orthodoxy, to compare myself favourably to Milton)—and I am separately employed, earning, indeed, no money whatever from my poetry as is, indeed again, my preference and inclination. In short, I have limited time available to work on poetry and am extraordinarily pleased if I can produce a finishe poem each week month.
The archives from the last two decades are all but exhausted, so the rate and timing of new pieces will, henceforth, be much less regular. On the positive side, I intend to publish as poems are finished, so some poems will begin coming in on weekends and weekdays other than Friday (if my own Substack subscriptions are anything to go by, Friday is when everyone publishes and the leist of unread posts balloons)—I may also begin publishing more pieces along these lines or even very brief essays.
Suffice it to say, nay summarize, that The Brass Bull is red hot and its properties have changed somewhat, therefore. We are still in here, though, working hard to produce the sounds so keenly demanded by the small but loyal audience… the humble audience which remains more than 90% email-subscribed, rather than downloading another app on their phone just to read these scribblings.
Happy early Martinmas!
Yours,
Schemndrick K.
There will be changes and new sufferings as Winter sets her teeth in, but it will always be warm in here, so why not
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