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Monthly Archives: May 2012

Summer Jobs

by Gina Balibrera

The summer between high school and college I worked at a clothing boutique in San Francisco, taking polyester tube tops out of boxes, steaming them on hangers, and carrying them across the earthquake-dinted floorboards, which glowed golden in the midday-light, to the rounders for the shop’s wealthy patrons to admire. My boss, K-, lived in a studio above a flower shop and frequently aired her romantic woes.

"Internal Monument" Wins a Pushcart

A man was sad—for himself, maybe for someone else, maybe he had lost something, or someone—so he hired some workmen to erect a monument. He was not surprised when they came calling early one morning, while he was still in bed, but he was surprised when, with a practiced slash, the foreman opened his chest. “We build the monument inside,” the foreman said. “But who will see the monument?” the man protested. “It’s a monument for feeling, not for seeing,” the foreman replied.

An Imagined, and Imaginative, Feast

by Ann Marie Thornburg

when I recently discovered the blog 50 Watts, I felt a jolt of excitement. The website is an exhaustive collection of book-related art and design. For someone who loves to think about the minds-eye landscapes of writers, and who also loves to get lost in the beautiful, wacky, colorful and inventive work of visual artists, this blog, curated by Will Schofield, is the ultimate feast. It is a lovely reminder of how the written and visual can work together. Neither plays a mere supporting role. Instead, each medium nourishes the other in a meaningful kind of give-and-take. I encourage you to visit 50 Watts and see which pieces tempt you the most!

“Cloud Food,” by Julia Gibson

It was the third dry year. There had been a stream once, made of snowmelt from the mountains to the north, but even the snow had been sparse the winter our coyote mother met our dad, a dog who had his own concerns. When he stopped showing up, it wasn’t because he didn’t want to, Mam said. His obligations conflicted.

The Ego Is So OVERRATED

by Marshall Walker Lee

As opposed to wit, which is often just pedantic cruelty, more ingenious than funny, rarely instructive or heartening, Aphorism is, historically, a manly form, laconic, from the Spartan polis of Laconia. Spartan men were said to hold the rhetoricians and the poets in disdain; the Laconians valued bravery, austerity, and, as anyone who’s seen 300 knows, a direct and very un-pedantic sort of cruelty. The first “Laconisms” come from accounts of the Battle of Thermopylae, the bloody contest that pitted a small band Greeks and Spartans against a superior Persian force. Grotesque, frightening, often hilarious, these early Laconisms make the battle out to be a bloody lark. My favorite: when a Persian envoy sent to Sparta asks for a tribute of “some soil and water,” the Spartans throw him down a well; “Dig it out yourself,” they say.