I would of course love to do a BFA in plastic arts, painting, ceramics, sculpture especially (I would never have known that had I not tried it, I did not like sculpture to look at, very much, until I had a sculpture assignment and to my surprise, really liked it). I would also like to … More Postscript on fine arts
First, do you think Language Log is incredibly pedantic and literal minded to feel as they do about Orwell and about The elements of style, or am I simply not modern and/or not doctrinaire enough as a leftist? I really want to know. Second, I submitted to Ibbetson Street but not Slipstream. And that is … More On Language Log
Carl Djerassi died today. Look at his life and look at this — artist residencies we must be selected for. I think it is interesting how he allowed himself to do so many things in life. I identify. We were not supposed to do so many things because we were not considered talented enough and also … More Carl Djerassi
I woke up this morning very clearly aware of the reason I do not like to wake up: waking up means waking up to the university slapping me in the face and then putting me in a barrel of water and covering it, so that I will drown. I will then have to spend the … More La méditation pour cette semaine
Black Warrior Review takes multiple submissions but some of the places I am interested in, do not. Slipstream does. I am looking at Beloit, which does not and which I like, and also Ibbetson Street, and other places around the Gulf because of some of my subject matter. I am not sure about Slant. In any case, I chose a multiple … More Submit
Moi et ma belle on avait été au bal On a passé dans tous les honky tonks S’en a revenu lendemain matin Le jour était après s’casser J’ai passé dedans la porte d’en arrière. L’apres midi mois j’étais au village Et j’m’ai saoulé que j’pouvais plus marcher Ils m’ont ramené back à la maison Il … More Here are those lyrics
The best are older: with the unrest time brings, No absolute remains to bind them fast. One scrawls on rock the names of hallowed things, Letters and hieroglyphs that yet shall last When darkness measures with a martyr’s eye The glories shed by life’s unchanging tree. Another, curbing vigour on his page To movement, makes … More The Forge of the Solstice
We are to read Spencer Reece. Axé.
Look here. Moro is yet another Peruvian poet with a problematic manuscript tradition, or at least edition tradition. I want this edition of La tortuga ecuestre but this store does not seem to mail internationally. Axé.
We have the responsibility to teach them how literary language is working, from simple literary examples, building onward to more complex texts. We have to teach them about what figurative language is, how it determines or opens semantic conditions; we have to teach them about accretion and resonance developing over time across sentences, paragraphs, pages. … More Une amie a dit
