Thursday, September 18, 2008
I was helping a friend copy edit an application letter today, and we got in a discussion about how boring “sincerely” is as a complimentary closing. One often has to use sincerely, but when you don’t want to, sometimes it’s hard to figure out what else to write.
I compiled a list, for your reference [...]
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I just learned about the poet Edna St. Vincent Millay, and read her poem “Renascence”.
Here’s an excerpt:
“…The sky, I thought, is not so grand;
I ’most could touch it with my hand!
And reaching up my hand to try,
I screamed to feel it touch the sky.
I screamed, and—lo!—Infinity
Came down and settled over me;
Forced back my scream into [...]
I used to like to write extremely weird and silly rhyming poems when I was in my early 20s… Years ago, my best friend Jen printed out a collection of poems I e-mailed her throughout 1999, which I wrote while I was bored in the library at the U of Washington, waiting between classes. [...]
Here’s a poem I wrote today… (I don’t remember the last time I wrote a poem).
Bee Hospice
Oh look, he says
I stop and turn around
He sets the grocery bags down
Is it dead? I ask, squatting
I poke it gently, with my thumbnail
It is not brittle
Maybe it is still alive
Not even an antenna moves
I pick a soft [...]
Today I had that first transcendent bike ride of summer where the air slips over your face and arms like cream, and turbulent eddies behind your head jiggle your hair back and forth as it pokes out of your helmet…
It’s 67 degrees right now. I didn’t wear a bra, or socks, or a bike [...]
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I just read this awesome little essay by Ballookey.
Um. It made me want to stand on my desk and throw things.
This is my favorite part:
Someone says something incredible, don’t just take their word for it, look it up. Someone claims that a long-dead man of questionable historical reality is speaking to them from beyond [...]
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Here be a funny excerpt from a book I finished reading a couple weeks ago, The Book of Dahlia, by Elisa Albert, in which the narrator contemplates her career:
Fine. So what sort of occupation wouldn’t make her want to fucking kill herself every single godforsaken day? Law school sounded like a freaking curse; [...]
Today in the Literature, Arts, and Medicine Blog, Madge McKeithen writes,
I imagine a doctor and a patient facing a tough situation, a diagnosis difficult to deliver or to make. I imagine neither of them wanting to be in that conversation. What poem might each hold (figuratively or literally)? What one between them? Many come to [...]
I decided a long time ago that I needed a way to talk about my art and photography, and a better way to organize the images. I’m still working on the organization thing, but I’m going to start now with the talking. If you want to take see my original attempt at a [...]