When did summer turn into such a busy time of life? I remember summers being slow–how a week could pass with absolutely nothing taking place, how I could spend an entire day without talking to a single person, or how on certain evenings it seemed like it took forever just to get the sun to go down.
Wasn’t that great?
Hmm… Well, in some ways I suppose it was. But now that I’m over the age of 17 beautiful, simplistic, and yes, boring summers are a thing of the past. Now that I have more power over my life and time and how I spend both, my summers tend to be packed–packed with friends, family, the outdoors, and plenty of good times but packed nonetheless. As a result something has to suffer.
And all too often, that something is this blog.
(I’m sorry to say that the entire semi-nostalgic opening to this post was really just my excuse for not writing in here enough.)
Now that I’ve got those apologies out of the way, lets get to it shall we. Here are some things I stumbled across over the past couple of weeks.
- A Frieze of Girls, by Allan Seager
I found this little scrap of paper today on which I wrote down mystery, vanquish death, The Street, and Allan Seager. I’m not sure what I was trying to remember so I looked up Mr. Seager and I’m not sure why I wrote that. However, the book A Frieze of Girls , that he authored sounds interesting. It wasn’t described as a mystery so I’m thinking maybe one of the stories in the book (it’s a collection of stories) must be called The Street and maybe there’s a mysterious vanquished death in there.
- Everything Bad is Good for You, by Stephen Johnson
I was reading an article where someone referred to this book and how Johnson had coined the phrase, “long form reading.” Apparently long form reading is when you actually sit down and read an entire book. (You know, as opposed to just reading a silly girl’s blogs or your friends facebook updates.) I thought this might be worth looking into.
New Words and Phrases (or old words and phrases made new):
- codex: a quire of manuscript pages held together by stitching: the earliest form of book, replacing the scrolls and wax tablets of earlier times.
I find it pretty crazy to think that books haven’t been around forever. That someone actually had to invent them and that putting pages together with a cover on top of them was once a revolutionary idea. It does make me step back and think about how I make fun of the Kindle so much. I definitely think the Kindle is crap but I wonder how those scroll lovers felt about this new crazy codex thing when it first came out.
- master narrative: the story that generates all other stories
Though there are a lot of different definitions of master narratives and metanaratives I found this explanation/interpretation kind of cool and quasi-poetic.
- righteous gleeThis just sounds cool. I have no anecdote for it.
- “It’s not simply bad poetry; it’s quote-unquote bad poetry written by people who know how to write poetry.”
- “Monotype Caecilia was grim and Calvinist, it had a way of reducing everything to arbitrary heaps of words. “
- “If you betray your friend, you are a sinner, no matter how foreordained or collaterally beneficial your sin.”
- “It’s bleak, all bleak, even the hope seems bleak.”
- I ran across a story about the Flarf Movement of Poetry. Not only does it have an awesome name (which I think sounds like some kind of alien barf or maybe a bad pet name) but it’s this thing where poets surf the internet and take random phrases then put them together to make purposefully bad poetry. (See the quote above.) It’s always interesting to see what people come up with when they’re purposefully trying to write badly.