N. Eyes up.
“When the heart is not enough it finds another room. Water does this. Traffic slows for rain. Let the tangled roots come and teach you sprawl, moral substitution, efficiency: every weed leans towards the ungraspable. In time fingers write their own music whether or not they are slender. Breathe. Make your own gravity, pull down sunlight. It takes longer than years to cross the door.”
— Other Things and Other Poems
(new and selected poems, with Croatian translation)
by Alvin Pang
Alvin Pang— lovely poet, lovely human being. If you don’t have any of his work in your library, rectify immediately. That is all.
STORYBOARD: Capturing the ‘Humans of New York’ (by Tumblr)
Street photography practise reaffirmed.
Yes, it’s essentially an advert. No, I don’t care. Love this project.
Just read poems at an event for the Forward Arts Foundation. With Rhian Edwards. Who is officially a bad-ass poet.
I haven’t shared a stage with Rhian since “back-in-the-day” and I remember seeing some of her early gigs at the Poetry Cafe. Now we’re both Forward Poetry shortlistees (2012). Time passes, eh?
Pictured: Maisie - Forward Arts Assistant Director - presides over copies of Breaking Silence, Clueless Dogs (Rhian’s award winning collection) and the Forward Poetry Anthology.
2013/4 Brad Frost (by CreativeMornings/PGH)
Tate: Remixed— five years after the fact, I stumble across this. More accurately, I’ve been pointed in this direction— some interesting new work on the horizon for me, and this serves as stimulus. Francesca Beard’s a perennial favourite around these here parts, but I’m particularly digging this work of hers. Nick Makoha and Polar Bear also produced work for the same project. Go see.
ability slows (by Nathaniel Whitcomb | Think or Smile)
According to one theory, the moon formed when a Mars-sized chunk of rock collided with Earth. After the moon coalesced out of the debris from that impact, it was much closer to Earth than it is today. This idea is taken to its fanciful limit in Italo Calvino’s story “The Distance of the Moon” (from his collection Cosmicomics, translated by William Weaver). The story, narrated by a character with the impossible-to-pronounce name Qfwfq, tells of a strange crew who jump between Earth and moon, and sometimes hover in the nether reaches of gravity between the two.
I spent a half hour this morning thinking about my ideal daily routine and here is the result.
Shameless reblog, for no reason other than to say “me too…”
By now, you probably already know how much of my writing gets done via an iPad (read: a lot). In terms of a writing workflow, I’ve been through most of the popular text editors, and while Drafts is a a bit of a “bus stop” app as referred to in the linked article, it’s a useful one for focusing on the writing first and pushing that writing to wherever it needs to be later.
Sadly, I’ve moved on from many of the iOS text editors I’ve fallen for over the past couple of years of writing on an iPad. WriteRoom’s still on my first page (and I refuse to delete it out of sheer love), but is gathering the digital equivalent of dust from lack of use. Writings and iA Writer never really saw that much active use if I’m honest, even though Writings was particularly interesting for organising sets of documents on the fly for readings. Although I recently reloaded Daedalus to see what I might gain from it’s organisational metaphor of “stacks” (as opposed to files in folders), I’m sure to delete it again (font options are limited/unappealing, and the page width doesn’t really support longer lines of poetry).
Fellow text-nerds in the audience, take note: I’m still a loyal Scrivener fan for longer writing projects, but since I made a shift from a plain text system (Shock! Horror!), Evernote is the hub for most of my writing. Evernote works everywhere— iPad, phone, desktop and web— and even supercharges my notebook fetish by allowing me to snapshot and tag handwritten pages. Drafts serves as a beautiful (read: effortlessly functional AND aesthetically pleasing) conduit for pushing my writing to Evernote or anywhere else I need it to be. Colour me one happy writer. Squeal.