Nouns XVII


I. Let’s start here: “I have already settled it for myself so flattery and criticism go down the same drain and I am quite free.” -Georgia O’Keeffe

II.  Then fall into the blues with Alison Stine over at VQR.  Beware, you are going to fall hard.

III.  Chase it with her essay on rule breaking over at Essay Daily.  (Burns in the good way, right?)

IV. “Science/ dreams its dreams of knowledge—names it, pokes it/ with equations. The crucial thing is not fifty/ times whatever but how we got these notions: how/ much, how many, how far, how long.” The poem “Still Life with Skulls and Bacon” by Richard Siken over in The New England is brilliant … the last 3 lines.

V. Speaking of brilliance, Alex McElroy’s “The Death of Your Son: A Flow Chart” at DIAGRAM.  What an awesome mind working on the page.

VI.  The incredible, incredible Essay Press now has an open book contest being judged by Kristin Prevallet (author of the beautiful, wrenching “I, Afterlife: Essay in Mourning Time”), go submit your brilliant manuscript.

VII. Tilt shifted Van Gogh’s bring a new perspective to his classics.

VIII.  You should probably read The Great Floodgates of the Wonderworld by Justin Hocking.  Get obsessed with his obsession.

IX.  And if you need something to fuel your obsession after that, read his essay of straitjackets, confession, rejection, and restraint over at Bending Genre.

X.  When you undo that straitjacket, what is left?  Well, when women take of their clothes, photographer Justin Bartels shows you what is left behind.  (Featured above.)

XI.  The luminous word sillage.

XII. “The theme of the poem emerges in the writing, as one word suggests another, one image calls another into being. This is the problem-finding process that is typical of creative work in the arts as well as the sciences.” -Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi (via Brain Pickings on Csikszentmihalyi’s interview with Mark Strand)

XIII.  I’ve loved a lot of books.  Some I’ve fallen into bed with quickly and spent all night breathlessly trying to keep up with.  There have been those that were flings in a foreign city, I loved them because of their exciting locale.  Some climaxed so quickly, I’ve pushed them aside and told friends to steer clear of them.  There are those who have left me trying to drown in a glass of quickly warming whisky. But I have found the one.  The one I want to make babies with, the one I want to share a mortgage with, the one who will teach me something new every night: Letter to a Future Lover (the deluxe limited edition) by Ander Monson.  This book was made for me.  Hands off, people. (Thank you Michael, for the best birthday/Christmas present!)

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