Have I really not done one of these since Christmas? Well, OK then…
Have you guys heard of the Seattle gum wall? It’s right around the corner from Pike Place Market’s iconic neon sign, and Lovely Boyfriend and I visited it by accident while we were there. I could only get a crappy phone pic, so I liked scrolling through these cool shots on Flickr… US road trip nostalgia!
“If you’re a woman, writer of color or queer writer, there are probably more barriers. Know that. Be relentless anyway. Strive for excellence.”
If you read nothing else from this post, read this: How To Be A Contemporary Writer, by Roxane Gay.
Sleeveface, only with book covers.
A Lawrence Ferlinghetti poem, anyone? (More US road trip nostalgia!)
“The rape joke is that you were crazy for the next five years, and had to move cities, and had to move states, and whole days went down into the sinkhole of thinking about why it happened. Like you went to look at your backyard and suddenly it wasn’t there, and you were looking down into the center of the earth, which played the same red event perpetually.”
This poem by Patricia Lockwood carries a trigger warning, but it’s completely brilliant.
Scottish Book Trust’s Young Adult Team (which includes me!) have just finished work on this super cool graphic novel: “John Muir: Earth-Planet, Universe.” You can read a free PDF copy — and if you’re a teacher, download lesson plans and support materials — right over here.
Flavorwire’s “50 Essential Poetry Books” makes a pretty good to-read list, as I’ve only read 14 of these! Hooray!
Are you a female poet? You should submit poems to this cool anthology.
I enjoy the struggle of making a new object to present to the world, a gift made from scratch—whole, unique, edible as bread. And I want that gift to travel well, packed into an old boat on calm water or hidden inside a greased body diving into a blue pool, a sleek arrow that leaves a feathered silence and wonder in its wake. I like moving, word by word, toward a sense of discovery, toward an awareness of self—a curious, energetic, intelligent, sacred, baffling, depthful, heartful self. I work to find my subject, something I can sink my teeth into. I live for that flaring up of language, when the words actually carry me, envelope me, grip me. And all the above is why I read poetry, to hear the truth, spoken harshly or whispered into my ear, to see more clearly the world’s beauty and sadness, to be lifted up and torn down, to be remade, by language, to become larger, swollen with life.
The utterly brilliant Dorianne Laux, everyone.
There are some pretty sweet things listed at Edinburgh Vintage right now, if I do say so myself. A stunning estate ring, an unusual 1950s powder compact, and some classic pearls in their original display box, to name but a few…
I agree with barely anything Caitlin Moran says. But I agree with this.
“The Unfollowed Pie.” Funny, accurate.
If the Earth had rings like Saturn. Cooooool.
I am kind of obsessed with A Single Bear on Twitter. The story of the baby bird a few days ago made me genuinely sad.
Just some rather amazing photos of the world.
WORLD! LONG HAVE WE NEEDED THIS ITEM!
This video of a reviewer playing Goat Simulator is one of the funniest things I have seen in a long time.
Kevin Cadwallender saying it like it is.
This woman is so excellent. Just watch.
Like shiny things? Check out Edinburgh Vintage, a totally unrelated ’sister site’ full of jewels, treasures and trinkets. If you want to get in touch you can follow OneNightStanzas on Twitter, or email claire[at]onenightstanzas.com. I reply as swiftly as I can!