Archive | December, 2012

Town of Shadows

21 Dec

I’ve reviewed Lindsay Stern’s debut novella over at Ploughshares. Here’s how the review begins:

What: a debut prose-poem novella

Who: the eponymous town of shadows
And: its cast of shadowy characters, including a rug doctor, a lepidopterist, bureaucrats, a bodiless mayor speaking from a gramophone that sputters ash, a child with an hour glass and a white balloon who might be god, etc.

Where: mirrors, shadows, bell jars, and graves
When: see “where”

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Hugo at the Henry: Writing with Visual Art

18 Dec

I’m gearing up to teach Hugo at the Henry: Writing with Visual Art again this winter, bringing Hugo House students to the Henry Art Gallery to look at art and write. I taught a version of the class over the summer, and the Henry put together a beautiful e-booklet of writing produced by students then, now available right here. I’m so proud of the work they created in that short time, and so thankful to Rachael Faust and Jayme Yen at the Henry for making this e-booklet possible.

This winter, the Henry’s special exhibits include Now Here is Also Nowhere, which explores ephemeral and intangible concepts like love, death, memory, and imagination, Pipilotti Rist’s immersive projection A la belle étoile, and En plein air, which explores how landscape painting influenced early photography. We’ll also have a chance to request work from the permanent collection not currently on display. It’s going to be a fabulous quarter!

Here’s the run down on the class:

Hugo at the Henry: Writing with Visual Art

Meets Thursdays, 6-8 pm, at the Henry Art Gallery

January 31-March 7, 2013

To register:

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3 Dec
This is Edmund.

This is Edmund.

We have a penguin. His name is Edmund. Edmund guards the dog house that came with our new house, which is an old house – 1892 or 1900 depending on where you look. Our new-old house is in the Central District, a neighborhood much like Ditmas Park, Brooklyn, and the old creaky house itself feels just like an old creaky house in Brooklyn, which is part of why, as soon as we stepped inside of it, it felt right.

In the crawl space, we found a volleyball and in the kitchen drawer a 1962 high school yearbook from Macon, Georgia. Edmund, our ceramic penguin, is the crown jewel of our object-finds. He looks serene and proud in front of the dog house, which sits before a towering cherry tree and a slip of a maple.

The architecture of the house itself is a jewel. Built as a “working man’s Victorian,” it’s a Victorian in miniature, with gables and nooks, all fairly tiny. Our favorite spot is the nook beneath the stairs in the dining room, which we’ve declared the reading nook, complete with an ottoman, dreamy cushion, and wooden milk crate of currently-reading or to-be-read-soon books. Despite being nearly blocked off by towers of boxes, I’ve already spent several delightful hours reading poetry there in the bluish morning light.

Moving, and a host of other things (a new job, mainly), have kept me away from this blog. November was dedicated to nest-building, poultry-roasting, bread-pudding-making, big pots of soup-making. All pleasant things. I’ll be sure to poke my head back on here again this month; I’ve got lots of exciting projects in store for the new year.

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