Song of a Second April
Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1892 - 1950
April this year, not otherwise
Than April of a year ago,
Is full of whispers, full of sighs,
Of dazzling mud and dingy snow;
Hepaticas that pleased you so
Are here again, and butterflies.
There rings a hammering all day,
And shingles lie about the doors;
In orchards near and far away
The grey wood-pecker taps and bores;
The men are merry at their chores,
And children earnest at their play.
The larger streams run still and deep,
Noisy and swift the small brooks run
Among the mullein stalks the sheep
Go up the hillside in the sun,
Pensively,—only you are gone,
You that alone I cared to keep.
Saturday, April 21, 2018
Mark Twain died on this day in 1910. Emily Grant Hutchings claims he dictated a novel five years later from beyond the grave via a ouija board.
More: The Public Domain Review
Friday, April 20, 2018
Originally conceived by New Frontier Tiny Homes for children’s author Cornelia Funke, the cabin measures just 24 ft by 8.5 ft, but it feels bigger thanks to its soaring ceilings and clerestory windows which draw light into its rustic, Scandinavian-inspired interiors.
The homes hit the market for $110,000
Thursday, April 19, 2018
Used from the 14th to 17th centuries, these books were texts that their owners needed to keep close at hand: prayer books used by monks and nuns, for example, or law books used by traveling judges. Though they were valuable objects—luxuries, even—these books were meant to be consulted and read.More: Atlas Obscura
Monday, April 16, 2018
Four teenagers stole rare books from a university library in 2004, and now their heist is being made into a movie
The only people that stood between them and millions of dollars worth of books were librarians.
Thursday, April 12, 2018
I want to read this.
The interior nature of Basic Black is central to its unfolding. Shirley Kaszenbowski, regarded from the outside, is the embodiment of the invisible woman. She is in her early forties, long married, with two children. She wanders through Toronto in the titular basic black dress, a strand of pearls around her neck, cloaked by a tweed coat from Holt Renfrew—then and now the city’s most expensive, most fashionable, and snobbiest department store—designed to last for decades. “I fool no one,” Shirley understands. “I am regarded as a woman with no apparent purpose, offering no reason for my presence.” Regarded from inside, however, Shirley is anything but invisible. She is aglow. Her appearance, her age, her station are a cloak for a rich life of travel, adventure, and meaning.More here
Wednesday, April 11, 2018
"In the time when I lived, it was still possible to meet Americans who disbelieved in global warming, although the ones I knew became shyer and rarer in about 2013. In 2016, they helped elect Donald Trump president, upon which their various carbon ideologies naturally came roaring back.
“We sure need a good Sierra snowpack this year,” said a contractor friend of mine. “Skiing was lousy last year and the year before. If we can only get some snow, that will make those global warming people shut up.”—That was just before Christmas. Come spring, the snowpack was six percent of what we had been calling normal. But why not call California a special case? Up in Washington the snowpack was a full 16 percent of what it should have been; and by May, “seeing things happen at this time of year we just have never seen before,” Governor Inslee declared a “statewide drought emergency.”—Fortunately, my contractor friend was vindicated, and those global warming people utterly foiled, for after a long dry year, the subsequent winter blew flurry-rich, and by January the Sierra snow level had reached 115 percent!"
Read more: Literary Hub
Excerpt from No Immediate Danger: Volume One of Carbon Ideologies - William T. Vollman
Tuesday, April 10, 2018
More: Danny Dutch
The Great Gatsby is widely considered to be one of the greatest American novels ever written, if not the Great American Novel itself but there are many who think it's not so great. Literary Hub has compiled a list of 100 One-Star reviews of F. Scott Fitzgerald's novel.
Monday, April 09, 2018
Dogs Are Shakespearean, Children Are Strangers.
Dogs are Shakespearean, children are strangers.
Let Freud and Wordsworth discuss the child,
Angels and Platonists shall judge the dog,
The running dog, who paused, distending nostrils,
Then barked and wailed; the boy who pinched his sister,
The little girl who sang the song from Twelfth Night,
As if she understood the wind and rain,
The dog who moaned, hearing the violins in concert.
—O I am sad when I see dogs or children!
For they are strangers, they are Shakespearean.
It's National Poetry Month and NPR's All Things Considered is asking listeners to send their original 140-character poems with #NPRpoetry. Here are a few of the submissions:
crow caw— Susan Barry-Schulz (@suebarryschulz) April 6, 2018
#NPRpoetry— Rick Reid (@_RickReid_) April 1, 2018
(by me and Troy Huffaker)
Millipedes can't ballet dance.
The shoes are too expensive.
And asking for a pay advance
Makes them apprehensive.
But if by some amazing chance
They happened to succeed,
Who wouldn't pay to see a dance
Performed by millipedes?