It’s hard to tell from this image, but there is more than a four foot difference between the top of the garden and the lower portion. It’s still a garden in development using found materials. Most the garden is hand tilled and bordered with limbs and branches and creek stone.
Last night at roughly 8:17pm New Yorkers got a chance to experience “Manhattanhenge”, the semiannual occurrence where the setting sun aligns perfectly with east-west streets. If you missed it don’t worry though, a second date this year is expected to take place on Monday, July 11 at 8:25 p.m.
Photo Credit: Anthony Behar/Sipa Press via AP Images
A while back I did a panel on music criticism as part of The Wheeler Centre’s Critical Failure series, with Lawrie Zion, Chris Johnston and Mikey Cahill.
(And yes, I am wearing a Darth Vader hoodie.)
Fluffynotes was there!
Yesterday I tweeted a few words I had to read and record for an audio podcast. I gave away the spelling of one word, ‘cineast.’ But how would you pronounce it? Here’s another challenge. Try to spell the words I read in this podcast without clicking the link to see how they are spelled.
Maybe our favourite quotations say more…
Well, I’ll read a few more than what’s on that shelf.
To be honest, I ran out of supplies for gardening. So the tree limbs and branches are salvaged from winter and spring storms. Each garden section (or box) is hand tilled and mixed with compost.
How many book lovers among the young has the Internet produced? Far fewer, I suspect, than the millions libraries have turned out over the last hundred years.
—Charles Simic1
NOTES:
1) Charles Simic, “A Country Without Libraries,” May 18, 2011, The New York Review, accessed May 25, 2011, https://www.nybooks.com/online/2011/05/18/country-without-libraries/
Celebrating Linotype, 125 Years Since Its Debut
Around for a century, Linotype machines were made obsolete in the 1970s by changing technologies — but they have not been forgotten
Read more — and see more photos — at The Atlantic
[zigazou76/flickr]
Classes will meet in the lovely sun room on the second floor of the bookstore.
Bring poems you are currently working on or poems you would like to have published in the workshop’s poetry book (to be published at the end of class).
This poetry writing workshop is open to students of all writing levels from high school students on up. Not only will your poems be workshopped, but will be prepared for publication in the workshop’s poetry book anthology. If you don’t feel like your poetry is ready for publication, there will be writing exercises and to help generate new content and editorial assistance in crafting them into the poems that best represent you, the poet.
Classes meet Wednesday afternoons (May 25, June 1, 8, 15, 22, 29) 3 – 5 p.m. at Montford Books & More, 31 Montford Ave., Asheville, NC 28801.
Matthew Mulder has published poetry and prose in national and international journals and magazines including Crab Creek Review, H_NGM_N, The Indie, ISM Quarterly, Southern Cross Review and others. He teaches poetry writing classes at Asheville bookstores and fine arts centers and is presently translating selected works of German poet Rolf Dieter Brinkmann. He is the author of LATE NIGHT WRITING (2004) and editor of TOMORROW WE SWEAT POETRY (2009) and A BODY TURNING (2010). His new poems are anthologized in ROOFTOP POETS (2010).
Spent much of the weekend gardening with friends and neighbors. On a quick trip downtown, I met a guy this weekend who said he thinks most Americans have lost their connection to the earth and agrarian principles. In some respects, I think he is correct. Within the mass media, consumeristic culture it is difficult to avoid the desire of immediate gratification, to change pace, and to wait 90 to 100 days to harvest the vegetables you plant. But it is rewarding to share in the labor and bounty of a harvest.
You can change a reader’s life, and you can change—you should change, I think—your own life.
David Grossman (via theparisreview)
Since the middle of March I’ve been writing a poem a day. Or to be honest, almost every day. There were a few days I didn’t write a thing. While other days I composed three or four poems. Now I have a stack of near a hundred pages.
While discussing with another poet the routine of writing daily, the other poet lamented of a creative dry spell, lack of inspiration, or nothing to write about. There are a lot of people in that place and they seek to get out of that rut. My upcoming poetry writing workshop assists in that creative crisis by offering a new routine — something to encourage poets to write boldly.
One of the last poems I wrote in April begins: ‘Would you still write / poetry if it meant a death sentence?’ It’s a bold question. Will you have a bold answer?
Better yet, does anyone have a Zip drive?
Cleaning out an old desk and discovered these books.
Coffeehouse Junkie 