The first time I read a book by Kurt Vonnegut was whilst I was in Dresden, and that novel was Slaughterhouse Five (1969), a book concerning the bombing (or rather, total annihilation) of that same city during the second world war. I must admit that at the time it failed to make much of an impression, I fear … Continue reading A new appreciation for Kurt Vonnegut
What’s your motivation? What inspires you? What makes you want to get out of bed in the morning? Why do you do what you do? Because, I can tell you one thing. If you want to be happy, you’ll never be. If you want to be successful, rich, famous, you won’t be any of those […] … Continue reading What’s your motivation? — Cristian Mihai
This feels particularly pertinent at the moment, probably because I’m on a job hunt, and rejection just seems the norm. It’s a hard pill to swallow.
Any writer – author, journalist or poet – who has work out in the submission pipeline, knows the email moment. The notification pops up on your phone or in your inbox and your heart takes a wild, insane ride. First, it goes up – way too high up – as your expectations soar. Then, you ground yourself, reminders of just how much the deck is stacked against you flit through your mind. Your heart plummets. Finally, finally, you get the email open – your eyes scan, searching for those all important words – pleased, unfortunately, with regret.
It does get easier. I have gotten a lot of rejections. In fact, I pride myself on being pretty good at divorcing the rejection of my work from the rejection of me as a person. There are a…
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I recently went to see the exhibition Natural Selection, at Leeds Art Gallery (which ended on September 2nd). The show, a result of the five year collaboration between artist Andy Holden, and his ornithologist father, Peter, explored humanity's relationship with nature, the connections between art and nature, and mankind's need to collect and acquire the natural … Continue reading Art, everyday
I have worried sometimes about my use of “I” in poems. The “I” is certainly not always me; sometimes it is a character or a handy perspective point for the observations around which it is wrapped, a simple first-person eye-to-the-telescope. The tricky thing with the “I” is that often for an effective poem, the “I” […] … Continue reading Very Well Then I Contradict Myself; on the First Person Perspective in Poems — O Write: Marilynonaroll’s Blog
I don't usually go in for this kind of thing. Despite a childhood of Tolkien and Douglas Adams, and although I am partial to a good bit of Kurt Vonnegut every once in a while, my reading habits are usually firmly rooted in the actual (whatever that might mean). But a person I know has recently … Continue reading Reading “The Last Days of New Paris”
When my husband and I bought our house, I went a little bit insane. I had just been informed I didn’t get a tenure-track teaching job in Minnesota, and though I was disappointed I was also happy to get to stay in Tucson, the city we’d been living in for the previous two years and… via … Continue reading On the Pain of Breaking Up with My Old Apartment — Literary Hub