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I wanna know the ways people name their files.

dON'T RIP THE BAG!

There's the face of somebody who very narrowly succeeded keeping those kids well-behaved enough to look decent for a single picture.

Not out.

Three posts in succession from the same author.

Lots of great work is inhabited by contradiction. That's how some work finds its tension. Feels like you're trying too hard? Try harder. Make it obvious. Finish it before you fix it.

You scrapped it because of only the ending? Endings are tough but they come along eventually, and if that's the only thing holding you back, that's a minimal number of problems. Writing and making stuff up is difficult. Give it its time.

Some binarist asshole is lowballing you of your better money.

A forty of bud is a quick and easy way to stay sober as fuck.

Anybody else into any form of cycling, be it road races, mountain biking, BMX, cyclocross, etc? I'm an avid road cyclist myself, and lost touch with it when I was in New Hampshire. But now I'm back to working up to long distance/endurance rides (100+ miles).

Depends. How's the summer humidity?

From the New York Times article.: Misleading presuppositions about the nature of poetry are not just a problem for young readers. Many young poets, however, confuse being deliberately obscure with creating a deeper mystery. Good poets do not deliberately complicate something just to make it harder for a reader to understand. Unfortunately, young readers, and young poets too, are taught to think that this is exactly what poets do. This has, in turn, created certain habits in the writing of contemporary poetry. Bad information about poetry in, bad poetry out, a kind of poetic obscurity feedback loop. It often takes poets a long time to unlearn this. Some never do. They continue to write in this way, deliberately obscure and esoteric, because it is a shortcut to being mysterious. The so-called effect of their poems relies on hidden meaning, keeping something away from the reader. I don’t know what writers of stories, novels and essays eventually discover for themselves, but I can say that sooner or later poets figure out that there are no new ideas, only the same old ones — and that nobody who loves poetry reads it to be impressed, but to experience and feel and understand in ways only poetry can conjure.

I was introduced to Robert Pinsky by my professor as "my student, who's in the fiction program -- not poetry" to which Pinsky replied, "In other cultures, it is assumed that even the fiction writers are well-versed in poetry -- Japanese, Spanish, Ibo -- because it is your language. It's not like that in America. I blame Hemingway." So long story short, Pinsky is a walking encyclopedia and his poetry really reflects his unrelenting knowledge. He also blames Hemingway for American literature's problems, which -- even if it isn't true -- I admire. That being said, this was the first Pinsky poem I'd ever heard, and I've been in love with his work since.

Nice. Who?

Did a powerslide on my skateboard through fire, probably.

Come visit the better Bellingham, then.

I know at least one person:

You better.

4 tall boys of cheap beer and a night of going to the LGBT bar so my husband can dance and I can pretend I don't exist.

Yes hello I'd like a cheese cut to the size and shape of a porterhouse.

All I needed was Lafayette taking off the piercings to really sell the scene for me, but God it was incredible nonetheless.

I mentioned earlier iterations of detective fiction that I yearned to write, which were sort of like the smallest flashes of this oddball work. But it was during last summer that the piece really became something truly fascinating to me. I spent those three months hammering out 100 pages. They weren't great, but I managed to keep the shell of the first 50 pages to help recreate the outline for the "official" thesis first draft (the draft I'm currently on). I don't want to imagine the hours invested. That would likely require also facing the number of hours staring at the blinking cursor, feeling overwhelmed.

Thank you! I sort of spaced in conveying that it was a creative thesis. But even so, as you know, there are moments of creative existential dread that slow down all the processes, and make creativity feel like a quagmire of debilitating doubt and self-deprecation, so it has its own share of oppressive obstacles. Despite that, when you hit those moments where you're really excited, the pages just fly by.

Ngl I'd love to read this.