Author: Lancelot Schaubert
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Beautiful to Me
I really can’t tell what’s beautiful anymore. I passed two young fellows on the street the other day. I know who they are, they work at the garage. They’re not churchgoing, either one of them, just decent rascally young fellows who have to be joking all the time, and there they were, propped against the…
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Rio Sunset Park
Ghosts in the gold, ghosts in the late Grate growing wet from grey waters. Ghosts in the water gushing its spray: Men in it which men aren’t mainly, Shadows and shades, shadows in spades Twinned and twining, twisting liquid Pining from physique, from playing rain: Where are the men within? White water at Nighttime walks…
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A Defense of Pokémon Go
Three multi-millionaires. A father of four. A PhD in agricultural science. An Oscar winner. A crowd of twelve-year-olds outside a custard joint in St. Louis. A retiree. A CTO. A teen who hadn’t seen the sun in months. Professional artists — a filmmaker, a novelist, a painter, a stylist, a musician. All of these…
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who they really are…
When someone shows you who they really are, believe them the first time. — Maya Angelou
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War for Your Mind: Information in 2016
Today’s Guest Post comes from Cassie Phillips of Culture Coverage: There’s a war for your mind. While this statement can be cast aside as hyperbolic fearmongering, there is no denial that media, art, words and publishing have had a massive impact in molding our social mindset throughout history. From the playwrights of ancient Greece to our modern…
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David Bentley Hart Articles: A Megalist
(I assume DBH hates portmanteau as much as I, so it seemed fitting to create one for him for the cover image). Back in 2007, David W. Congdon over at The Fire and The Rose compiled a list of David Bentley Hart articles published by First Things. I want to expand on his list to include…
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The Brooklyn Film Festival at Windmill Studios
A windmill guards wonder pictures: blades hedging bad ideas. Festival goers’ fists and feet vote as teams, very to very, sparrows—they echo spite for spite, but they aren’t right: Thous aren’t here. The windmill unwinds weathered not from spins unwound or spurning found sins. Windies gone whence called: nailed and neutered, naught milling here. It…
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Greenwood
Twenty-four crypts: teeming mouths songless closed, soothing whistlers they pucker: Thayer, Galdwell, Green, Michael — Greenwood blows cyclonic, sites of graves stirring waves up, staring stairs down for prey. Dowreys in stones displayed; stolen days, stolen children — stoves aflame the names! The dates! The native whistling low till lakes blow circular. Maelstrom made small…
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58 poems at 29 years old + The State of the Schaubert
On odd years, I’ve made this habit of doubling my age and writing that many poems. I did it with the 46 @ 23, the 50 @ 25, and the 54 @ 27. This year, I’m adding a tradition of updating everyone on the lay of the land. So here’s where things stand for me…
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5 Reasons I Failed Kickstarter
We have several trite truisms for moments like these — you live and you learn; if you fall down, pick yourself back up again; if life gives you lemons then make lemonade — but seldom do these account for a strong internal compass. Recently, I decided to try my hand at Kickstarter with one of the strangest…
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SPORTS: AN APOLOGY
If you’ve seen the pictures I’ve been tagged in, you probably saw that family was in town this week and that I went to several ballparks. They were very gracious to bring us along. Writing because we just said goodbye and it’s hard being away from all of them already. But I want to talk…
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The Flaw in Turing’s Test
In perhaps the finest single cinematic scene last year, we watched “Nathan” (Oscar Isaac) dance an eerie groove alongside one of his female robots “Kyoko” (Sonoya Mizuno) who mirrored him twerk for twerk. Nathan incarnates some dark fictional amalgamation of Larry Page and Travis Kalanick — a billionare isolated by his fame, his fortune, and his…