Arctic Dreams

You know – my fascination for the Arctic is bottomless, so it might not come as a surprise that I’m deeply in love with Barry Lopez‘s wonderful book Arctic Dreams. I read it like a sacred text, word by word, paragraph by paragraph. Someone said: Lopez writes about the visible world with the mind of a…

Anne Lamott

Because this business of becoming conscious, of being a writer, is ultimately about asking yourself, How alive am I willing to be?  I don’t think I have ever read anyone writing about self-loathing, disappointment and despair in such a respectful and attentive way as Anne Lamott. It is very easy to identify with Lamott’s narrator,…

the reason of beauty is emotional

Here is David Brooks; adding valuable arguments to our ongoing study of art & beauty: We really have to trust our emotions, which are much smarter than our reason in some ways – because our emotions tell us what to value. – we don’t have the choice to control our emotions, but we do have…

how to be alone

Some years ago I read Sara Maitland’s book A Book of Silence. It’s a beautiful book based on Maitland’s own experiences of living alone in the Scottish highland. Now she is out with a new book, in a way it’s a continuation of the first, but How to Be Alone is also an attempt to…

Joni Tevis on the long lyric essay

I just read this very interesting text by Joni Tevis called : A Paperback Cabine of Wonder: Unlocking the Long Lyric Essay. Its most recommendable!   Here is a short summary – cut from the original text: Joni Tevis: A Paperback Cabinet of Wonder: Unlocking the Long Lyric Essay I’m thinking today about the challenges of…

worth trying?

To my surprise I have found my own writing to be a kind of hybrid genre, placed somewhere in between poetry and the essayistic. I love using hard-facts, you know: the quantifiable ones …, and am daily playing around with facts about the world that I find in encyclopedias and on pages like this &…

Literary theory according to Jenny Boully

The experience of time translates itself into language, and language translates itself into distance, which translates itself into longing, which is the realization of time. (…) how sad and strange that I, Jenny Boully, should be the sign of a signifier or the signifier of a sign, moreover, the sign of a signifier searching for…

Poetics

One thing the great poet confessed before biting into her doughnut: a good poem writes itself as if it doesn’t care – –       Jenny Boully The Body (2002)

Intensifying my life

I’m reading Stephen Dobyns book of essays on poetry; Best Words, Best Order (1996/2003). I enjoy it a lot, but there is this view in the first essay called Deception, that I find rather difficult to understand. In a discussion on the difference between the novel and poetry, Dobyns say: So in my poetry I believe…