Monthly Archives: August 2015

It’s ALIVE! Get Ready for Another Frankenstein Film

 

  • Daniel Radcliffe and James McAvoy star in this latest rendition of Mary Shelly’s gothic horror classic. The preview looks promising. Reminiscent of Sherlock Holmes with Robert Downy Jr. and Jude Law, but with monsters. Lots of monsters. This film adaptation is slated to hit theaters on Thanksgiving.
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First: Bookish Problems. . . .

~ Something funny, yet all too relatable for my followers. Enjoy!

PS The author for this video is tagged below. Their name is buzzfeedviolet.

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The Secret of Kells

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” . . .so that they may have hope.”

 

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Poetry: Property of the Soul

Poetry is ultimately mythology, the telling of the stories of the soul. This would seem to be an introverted, even solipsistic, enterprise if it were not that these stories recount the soul’s passage through the valley of this life–that is to say, its adventure in time, in history.
Stanley Kunitz, from “Speaking of Poetry” Passing Through: The Later Poems, New and Selected (W. W. Norton, 1985)
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Matchstick Girl

I wanted to strike a match to our blood ties
and witness the destruction of the oak tree
generations prior to us have swung from.

Document the eradication of familiar yet
alien faces as they melted into ooze,
dripped into sludge, then became the ash
that dances with the wind.

I wanted to hold solitary vigil among the
skeletons and fleshy corpses that whittled away
before my eyes and whisper,

“At last we are finished here.”

That by doing this, I could somehow end
the screaming hurt that tells me I am
as far from belonging to the connected tissue
of our last name as I am closer to understanding
any kind of God.

I wanted to strike a match and lay waste
to the years of loving that fell on deaf ears
and gnarled closed off branches—

I wanted to be free. 

However, the desecration of blood is more
difficult than I ever imagined and even fire
cannot scorch away the memories of the
heart.

I will always care while wondering up at the
stars my inability to forget.

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A Simple Request

“The world is full of paper.

Write to me.

Agha Shahid Ali, from “Stationery,” The Half-Inch Himalayas (Wesleyan, 1987)
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Faultless

It wasn’t my fault I stayed up reading in the dark when I was supposed to be asleep. Some books just begged to be read, and you couldn’t say no.
Lending Light by Rose Christo
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