my toddler loves pizza and loves bagels so I figured I'd notch an easy win and make him his first pizza bagel and holy shit I've never been so wrong in my life
What's happening at Rutgers is that *multiple* unions are joining forces for a common good and it's honestly inspiring to see
@ruaaup
@ruaaup_ptl
#RUOnStrike
I honestly love poetry twitter. you’re like Can anyone recommend a sestina featuring a crab, a neutron, and wicker furniture? and then the replies are in the millions
for those curious about the opening paragraph, here's Morrison (from her foreword) on how she came to write it, after feeling frustrated by earlier attempts
the life of a writer is waking up at 3am to scribble out the most searing urgent truth and then reading it over in the morning like ok this is trash tho
kinda wild how some edits are like Hey maybe cut this adverb? and others are like Have you delved sufficiently into the depths of your soul and brought that dark discovery to the page?
the euphoric affirmation of reading a universally acclaimed book and then finally stumbling upon the review that articulates your own particular objection better than you ever could
There's a part in Virginia Woolf's diary (I'm paraphrasing and don't have the book with me) where she wonders how bombs dropped in London will impact the reception of her book and it reminds me that certain behaviors we writers attribute to social media are in no way new
Every writer is torn between two conflicting impulses: Don’t rush to publish, relish the process, take your time, and... OMG A BUS WILL HIT ME TOMORROW I JUST KNOW ITTTTT
Incredibly sad to hear about Charles Simic's passing. I've never met anyone who cared as deeply about levity. He was so serious and so funny and so full of poetry in his bones.
I talked with
@adalimon
about her poems, her garden, and where she finds hope. All new Back Draft with the all new US poet laureate (!) in
@GuernicaMag
nothing as thrilling as when a student who's been stone silent in class hands in their first assignment and it's totally brilliant and suddenly you see that the light was on the whole time
I don't know whether this poem can help. I don't know if poems ever really help. But I do know that this one gives voice to an otherwise unspeakable pain.
maybe the only difference between poetry and fiction is that when someone asks what your poetry is about, it’s socially acceptable to say Everything and walk away