Author: Lancelot Schaubert
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Penguin Anthology of 20th Century American Poetry
I used to be a poet. Of sorts. At least I used to think of myself in that way when I was young. Now as an adult I rarely find time for poetry, rarely make time to think high thoughts and enjoy language for its primary purpose: intimacy. We tend to favor language for persuasion…
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Titanic: The Real Heart of the Ocean
Took Kiddo to the centennial showing of Cameron’s Titanic Saturday. I got my money’s worth-it held up well after all of these years. Not the boat, the film. Boat still sank. I expected the post-production 3D rendering to ruin the experience for me, but I conceded to take Kiddo anyway. After all, she never saw…
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Automate Second Drafts
If you’ve ever written a paper, story or speech, you’ll want to learn how to do this. Elsewhere I’ve ranted about the benefits of reading your words aloud or having someone read them back to you. Things sound different when spoken into the air, when you hear words exist as they were intended – audible…
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Why I Never Check the News
I can hardly regret having escaped the appalling waste of time and spirit which would have been involved in reading the war news or taking more than an artificial and formal part in conversations about the war. To read without military knowledge or good maps accounts of fighting which were distorted before they reached the…
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Rejection Letter Fail
Therapeutic to watch a writer tweak this rejection email sent CC: by mistake from agent to 238 of us:#amwriting #fail pic.twitter.com/MRF2qhFf (This email thread went on for hours as we all bantered back and forth about it. They call themselves “The 238”).
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Zombie Church by Tyler Edwards
When I first glanced at the title Zombie Church by my man Tyler, I immediately recalled the part of Resident Evil 4 where all the monk zombies come out of the abbey grumbling in Latin, chasing you around the graveyard. Or was it priest zombies running out of a cathedral? In any case, the imagery…
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Liebster Blog Award
Yesterday, I stumbled onto my “About” page and found out that one of our own, thoughtofvg, gifted me the Liebster Blog Award. The award gets passed on to excelled bloggers with fewer than 200 followers to recognize their efforts to a larger audience. Like ‘thoghtofvg’ I too love the German language (as chanonyx might tell you)…
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Sitting at the feet of : a Gymnast
Editor’s note: we remain devastated over the news of Kip Johnson’s fall, but insist on keeping this article up and unchanged as a matter of historical record. We encourage families to come forward if further evidence exists and we willingly offer our service, voice, thoughts, and prayers — whatever is needed from these families who…
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Cartography: Our Picture of Us
The Cartographer’s Guild encouraged me in my map making. Since then I noticed how maps disinter our understanding of the world. Maps do not show us where things are or where things were. They reveal who we are and how we think. Take Hecataeus: He’s missing a couple two or three continents. His world is…
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Inception: Nolan Film Noir
I’m starting to realize that Nolan Film Noir is just another way of saying “Nolan film.” Walk with me: in almost every scene of Inception, someone changes their mind or tries to change someone else’s mind. In koine Greek, metanoia “change mind” is often translated “repent.” That’s the film: face your inner demons to face…
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Cradle of Love: An Ode to Christmas
It’s not when he came Not his time of birth that matters But that he came Formed his throne in fame forever Little babe, little sage, Little cradle made of stone Holiday fervor with Capital’s seduction Mass produces our nativity Into dysfunction as a scene Rather Than our story, proves Epiphany: three, no twenty wise men star gazers, Zoroastrian…