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).
I haven’t paid any attention to music videos for a while. Because time. There are only so many channels I can keep up with, and my disposable hours are increasingly limited. Of course, as a child of MTV, The Box and IDTV/BET, I sacrificed more of my youth than I can quantify watching music videos, diving beyond aesthetic titlation to appreciate how epic narratives can be spun, how socio-political commentary can be invested, how layers of depth I may not have appreciated in the simple act of listening to the music can be revealed through moving image. I’ve been trying to catch up on critical analysis of Beyoncé’s ‘Formation’, and for a moment, got sucked down a rabbit-hole. Thanks, YouTube.
All this to say: the poet/photographer/human in me has completely fallen for the attached video. That is all.
“In my own work I’ve come to think about time as a form of relationality. Our stories about time tell…”
In my own work I’ve come to think about time as a form of relationality. Our stories about time tell us what is it to be with others, or to not be with them. They also tell us what kinds of forms this ‘withness’ can take. This means that time can also be seen as a form of ethical encounter. If that’s so, what are we doing when we ignore other people’s claims that they don’t have the time?
It seems that in order to treat the other ethically, you have to come to terms with your disappointment, let go of the anticipated future you had been working with, and then still have the generosity to be able to say to the person who has somehow let you down “Of course, no problems, hope things get better for you soon”.”
- An Ethics of Time in Academia? - Michelle Bastian
- The Wise Man’s Fear: The Kingkiller Chronicle: Book 2 (Kingkiller Chonicles) by Patrick Rothfuss
- Digital Companies Need More Liberal Arts Majors
Consider this in relation to the authoring and performance of the group poem. So much to consider and experiment with…
I remember all of this…
“I’m dubious about ranking… I’m not sure about ranking. I’ve long suspected that what our descendants…”
- William Gibson: On Technophobia and the Power of Film | Literary Hub
Former BYPs Antosh Wojcik and Will Tyas have a new audio production company: Post-Everything. Today, they’re making a podcast with current BYPs. And so the circle turns… (at Barbican Centre)
“Type is sound; type is what our voices look like”
Creative Mornings, London: Sarah Hyndman on type.
#cmlanguage (at The Proud Archivist)
- Volume Two Is More Of A Detective Novel-Talking Injection With Warren Ellis
“However, there was something about the beefiness of Evernote combined with the fact that there were…”
After a bit of a “brain leaking out through ears” meltdown towards the end of last year (long story; result of repeated periods of hyperactivity until failure, forced recovery, then throwing self back into action, wash, rinse, repeat), I’m taking some time out to review everything. Yes, EVERYTHING. Tools, workflows, reasons for being/doing and the kitchen sink. While I really appreciate what it is that my set-up allows me to do (writing, managing writing, managing research, managing projects, etc etc) I’ve accumulated a lot of habits and practices that no longer make good sense.
Evernote’s one of those tools that I’ve leaned on heavily over the years. It’s a powerful application for information management, but if you don’t have a good handle on it, it can feel like a black hole, complete with a gravity well that leaves you circling around the edges for fear of being crushed by the mass of your own repository if you get too close.
TYPICAL (IMAGINARY) CONVERSATION WITH EVERNOTE:
ME: Hey Evernote. Can you look after this note for me? EVERNOTE: Sure! By the way, have you decided what you want to do with the other 352 unfiled notes I’m currently holding in an inbox for you? ME: (runs away)
Evernote seems to be built in a way that encourages you to throw everything and anything into it, and yet that’s precisely its weakness. By which I mean to say that Evernote is only as good as the organisational system you set it up with (which is your responsibility, not the software's— and let’s be honest, anyone who complains about this aspect of Evernote is really complaining about their own lack of of discipline and rigour in managing their own information, or perhaps about the fact that as human beings, many of us suck at that discipline and rigour thing, particularly when related to abstract activity that doesn’t seem to be viscerally and life-threateningly immediately important, much as we’d like to believe otherwise). And really, who wants to have to manage their information manager?
Well, I’ve admitted defeat for now. Evernote’s still particularly good for storing visual notes— capturing images of handwritten notes in notebooks, on flipcharts and boards or anything else I might want to take a picture of and refer to or act on later— but beyond that and a bit of collaborative notebook sharing, I’m back to working with files and folders, synced through Dropbox. The vast majority of my original writing happens in plain text format; any web based text that I want to clip and store ends up in a plain text file; URLs are archived and cached through Pinboard and… well, the rest of it is another post.
Hooray for less friction.
“The thesis that what things resemble could somehow overthrow what things are might give us pause,…”
- Three notes: 1, on metaphor | gairnet provides: press of blll
Blank Page Variations
Everywhere I look, I see the blank page.
A series of linguistic experiments and poetic explorations. And beautifully rendered.
Natalie Czech, A hidden poem by Jack Kerouac #2 (2011). Piezo-Print, 13.8 x 9.4 inches.
Now following: NYCErasureFestival. Just in case it comes back again in 2016.
Easing gently into the new year. Just discovered Root + Bone, a gastro-journal. Good warm-up reading for a deep focus session. (at The Coffeeworks Project)
we would all be if longing
shone through our bodies,
if our skins were translucent
lanterns flushed with yellow flame
leaping in the strange
and unpredictable winds
of our desire, like
the neon Morse code fireflies
use to brazenly flick the night.”
- Lee Ann Roripaugh, section 3 “Lumen” from “Bioluminescence,” in On the Cusp of a Dangerous Year (Southern Illinois University Press, 2009)