Cushion yourself with flowers on days that don’t shine. Light candles. Burn oil, love letters, plans. Make your music soft and your pride shy. The world will hold together, and the poet must rest.
Ever hear a song in an Invented Language that you LIKED?
One of my literary and spiritual heroes, Robert Stikmanz, recorded this lovely, haunting song of a poem I wrote that he transliterated into his invented language, Dvarsh. The poem, “Rush,” or “G’Teoksh.” is featured in the guidebook we co-authored, The Way It Grows: An Introduction to Dvarsh. Copies are still available through Confabule.com and Amazon.… Continue reading Ever hear a song in an Invented Language that you LIKED?