Hello. I’m Jacob Sam-La Rose. I write. I perform. I devise and facilitate projects for schools and other institutions, emerging poets, teachers, literature professionals and other creatives. I also geek for creative digital tech. I exist in a few different places online— this site serves as an aggregator, an overview of the various different strands of my web-based activity. The content you see here is drawn from:
- Jacobsamlarose.com (due to be rebooted soon)
- Miscellany (my personal blog)
- Forthen&Evermore (my photoblog)
- Twitter (text messages to the world)
If any of the above sparks your interest, don’t be shy in saying hello (mail at jacobsamlarose dot com).
“First forget inspiration. Habit is more dependable. Habit will sustain you whether you’re inspired…”
- Octavia E. Butler, “Furor Scribendi” in Bloodchild and Other Stories (via wordswilling)
When I log into tumblr i ask myself the following questions:
Where am I?
What discourse am I situated in?
Why am I in it?
Does it serve my people?
Who/What does it serve?
“While the sharing economy offers workers the boon of flexibility, it does little to protect them if…”
[The Insecure World of Freelancing - The Atlantic](http://www.theatlantic.com/business/archive/2015/07/building-social-safety-net-freelancers/399551/
Dear poet: you cannot live on words alone.
This. So much to pick up on here.
- Warren Ellis
- Michel Foucault (via ubuwaits)
Dear Poet— apply this thinking.
Does it bring joy (in the viewer as well as myself)
Is there a sense of wonder?
Is it unusual? (I want people to see things that they maybe haven’t seen before)
Bonus point: is it funny? (Not a gag; things that make you laugh without actually laughing out loud)
“What I’m really aiming for is a connection with the viewer on a level that is outside our regular … communication, outside the level of the message that one is trying to deliver.”
“Another way to think of restlessness: as a form of ambition. Unsatisfied with the given—the usual…”
- From Carl Phillips, The Art of Daring (via John Estes: Works & Days)
“If you’ve ever pondered what trees think about life’s major issues, the city of Melbourne has come…”
If you’ve ever pondered what trees think about life’s major issues, the city of Melbourne has come up with an elegant solution – you can email them and find out.
The city council has devised an interactive urban forest map that provides individual data on each of the 70,000 trees that line the streets and parks of central Melbourne.
Each tree is assigned an identification number, which allows you to email it. Ostensibly this is to report damaged branches, but emailed expressions of tree devotion have been received from admirers”
[Melbourne’s trees bombarded with emailed love letters](http://www.theguardian.com/environment/2015/jan/29/city-of-melbourne-prepares-to-see-some-emails-lovely-as-its-trees)
This is either a poem or a workshop challenge. Possibly both. Via [Roberto Greco](http://robertogreco.tumblr.com)
On the road again. Running workshops at a school in Dorchester tomorrow. I’ve promised myself the rest of the week off— no professional appointments until the weekend (Walthamstow Garden Party on Saturday, featuring Barbican Young Poets and Barbican Junior Poets). I’m planning to slow down for summer. More time for deep thinking instead of grinding from deadline to deadline, trying to keep all the juggling balls in the air. Looking forward to it. Until then, there’s this train, miles to travel, poems to tease out…
- Jennifer Niven, from All the Bright Places (via the-final-sentence)
“I read somewhere that our brains are wired for poetry because it is more useful to see a stick and…”
- “Every Alphabet the Zoo Inside” by Emily Vizzo | Blackbird v14n1 | #features
“I’ve been thinking about something for a long time, and I keep noticing that most human speech—if not all human speech—is made with the outgoing breath. This is the strange thing about presence and absence. When we breath in, our bodies are filled with nutrients and nourishment. Our blood is filled with oxygen, our skin gets flush; our bones get harder—they get compacted. Our muscles get toned and we feel very present when we’re breathing in. The problem is, that when we’re breathing in, we can’t speak. So presence and silence have something to do with each other.
The minute we start breathing out, we can talk; speech is made with the outgoing, exhaled breath. The problem that this poses, though, is that as we exhale, nutrients are leaving our bodies; our bones get softer, our muscles get flaccid, our skin starts to loosen. You could think of that as the dying breath. So as we breath out, we have less and less presence.
When we make verbal meaning, we use the dying breath. In fact, the more I say, the more my meaning is disclosed. Meaning grows in opposite ratio to presence or vitality.”
–via this interview
Amal Osman works with me. She’s also one of the people responsible for this rather handsome collection of Sudanese literature…
“In my opinion, what goes on in poems should always be too complex and too interesting for complete…”
- An Interview with Susan Settlemyre Williams - by Kimberly L. Becker - Eclectica Magazine v13n1
- Ray Bradbury, via [Paris Review, The Art Of Fiction 203](http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/6012/the-art-of-fiction-no-203-ray-bradbury)