I recently stumbled onto a short YouTube clip of the philosopher, Slavoj Žižek, in which he said that although we humans emerged from nature and are a part of the biological phenomenon of the natural world, this fact does not mean that how we conceive of nature is necessarily accurate or objective. The way we … More Ambiguous Hush: An Ecocritical Reading of John Clare’s ‘The Nightingale’s Nest’
With all that is going on in the world right now, I believe that poetry is more important than ever, and I have been lucky enough to read some incredibly powerful and necessary poems in the last few weeks. And yet poetry seems to be as misunderstood as it ever was. The first question that … More But What Does the Poem Mean?
On an overcast Tuesday afternoon, surrounded by sleepy ambiguous warehouses and faded factories, I enter Laura A Dima’s studio, named ISO Amsterdam, on the outskirts of the city. Isolatorweg: the last stop on Metro Line 51. Here she shares a former factory floor with an array of creative professionals doing everything from product design, sculpture … More Turning Touch into Art: Laura A Dima’s Finger Rub Rug
— For Uncle Pat We had neighboring rooms in the same sandy, humble homestay at Bingin Beach in Bali. The homestay was wedged alongside several other small guesthouses on the lower rung of a steep hill overlooking the bay. I met him one morning over breakfast. There was only one plastic table in the small … More A Strange Day in Bali
Because of things not even rememberedwe are herelistening to the water W. S. Merwin Portugal is a popular holiday destination for people living in Europe. The cobbled, historic cities of Lisbon and Porto, the adrenaline-soaked surf destinations of Peniche and Nazaré, the idyllic beaches of the Algarve, the fresh sardines and pastel de nata, the … More Fragrant Stillness
Go down any road far enough and you’ll come to a slaughterhouse, but keep going and you’ll reach the sea. Dean Young — For Curtis Mumford I read fervently for a few years when I was a kid. Between the ages of about 6 and 14 I lost myself in the spell-binding worlds of Enid … More The Short Book as Lifejacket in a Sea of Words
Friends, oh my friends, I hope you’re somewhere, smiling. Just know I think about you… —Father John Misty —For J-Wow & Polly