my grandpa was watching hockey and asked if Elliott Freeman was Joe Thorton and honestly spot the difference
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my grandpa was watching hockey and asked if Elliott Freeman was Joe Thorton and honestly spot the difference
"Our job is to discover something new and fresh and transformative in language; to tell something unexpected or deeply moving about human condition. We don't get there by avoiding certain subjects all together. To do so is shallow. We write what moves us. But, having said, that, it is my personal observation, that great writers are often moved by human condition--not by the avoidance of it. "
A good writer is a nerd about something--hopefully, ideally, many somethings. History, especially English, is one of my loves, and nothing quite matches Hark! A Vagrant, a collection of comics and one-offs riffing on history, literature, and culture at large. I dare you to click Random.
Writing Prompt Blue-Blue-Taupe-Tangerine-Whiskey-Coke-Neat
Below 31st Street (in every city unlucky enough to have at least as many streets), there's a building: invariably squat, a little concrete bunker wrapped in clumsy concrete latticework, the definition of the 1970's. Chosen ones, messiahs, and the subjects (or, more often, objects) of prophecies meet there daily as a kind of support network for destiny. Why are you volunteering to help these borderline personalities? What can you even do to help them?
Natasha Trethewey reading "Elegy," a beautiful poem about artists and their loving ruthlessness.
Writing Prompt Σ-Σj
Your life's story, as told by the underside of your bed.
Parental discretion is advised.
Writing Prompt Ψ-41b
In a house, recently purchased by you and financed by a substantial loan from the sort of people who are practically wearing suits made from woven violence, there is a drawer. Things left in it overnight disappear, but their exact value appears in Sacajawea gold dollars (this is probably impractical; at larger denominations, the drawer likely upscales to more valuable and esoteric currency). What would you leave there, in desperation, when your loans are called due, and what would you find there in the morning?
Natasha Trethewey's "Give and Take."
If you're not a fan of hers, you might want to stray this week, because anyone who knows me knows that my term as a curator is basically an excuse to make it rain Trethewey poems.