I think that everyone needs a thinking cap and when that thinking is writing then you need a writing thinking cap. I love the simple design of this hat and I can see it as something that a writer would wear ironically to show off their style. I think this is the perfect gag gift to get for a writer that doesn’t take themselves too seriously. Just a simple design that everyone can have a good laugh about during the Christmas festivities.

Vintage Blue Typewriter by JuJuGarden
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Here is an interesting thought that Heinlein lays out in his novel “Stranger in a Strange Land,” laughter is pain. It’s an interesting thought that we laugh because we are in pain with the world or because others are in pain. I tend to agree with that because things that are funny to us is when we suffer or someone else suffers which is really pain. Think back to see if you can think of a time that you laughed at something that wasn’t pain or suffering and you will not be able to find a time like that.

For the kid that did this I have to give him/her points for creativity and total originality. This something I wouldn’t be able to do in a million years.

I haven’t had the pleasure of reading any of James Ellroy’s noir novels but I hear very good things. What I hear about this new one is that it is one of the darkest of the dark. For a man that is known for his dark novels I wonder how dark a new height of darkness could be…

I was just at a High School Volleyball game meeting a friend (she’s the coach) and they had one of the students signing the National Anthem when I was walking in. I hadn’t hear it in a long time and I forgot the raw emotion that it strikes you with when you hear it. There is something so beautiful in the poetry of those worlds that is indescribable. I have posted a video below of another person singing it that sounds similar to the way I remember it form that gym. Follow along with the lyrics and feel the power, it is something to behold.

O! say can you see by the dawn’s early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
O! say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
‘Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war’s desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: ‘In God is our trust.’
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

In honor of Halloween I thought it would be appropriate to share this beautiful card with you that features Poe’s mug and of course his famous poem The Raven. I think this is the kind of stuff that people should celebrate on Halloween, not stupid horror movies, but really good writing that sends a real chill down your spine.

Halloween … Edgar Allen Poe’s Poem, “The Raven” by Jerktees
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For decades, scientists and art critics alike have spent time try to figure out what it is about Mona Lisa’s smile that can look all together happy and sad all at once. Everyone has a different theory all with a bit of truth in them. But the real truth is that we shouldn’t be spending out time analyzing her smile and breaking it down into cold science. The Mona Lisa painting is meant to be felt not analyzed. Good art is supposed to create a emotional reaction and great art makes you unsure of what your emotional reaction is. That is what is so perfect about the Mona Lisa, it is able to create a wealth of different and sometimes opposing emotions in the viewer. So I say we put down the micrometers and optical bar graphs and just look at the painting. Let the reality of art wash over you without the art killing science destroy your emotions.

I don’t always read PoetryDaily.com but when I do I am reminded why I should strive to read it every day. They have such wonderful poems that they pose on a daily basis that help those that struggle to find new and exciting works as well as expand the poetry knowledge of those that are stuck in their passion for one genre or another. This is the poem from today that struck a particular cord with me so I though it was worth reposting.

Redshift

You made me want blood then
handed me the blade, now

I have only dragging
steel over everything or fitting

my knees in my mouth, where
I go when I want something

pure or approximately so.
A long blank space will do

or a remnant of blood.
The light arrives

in honeycombs and the wind
through funnels follows

and we are not here
speaking, just crammed.

This can’t equal the music
I heard—the interface only

allows a wind of blades
glitched out and aimed

at everything skin. I can’t
get near a bloody Mary, its

lewdness, its red forecast
of vomit, though there’s solace

in the marketer’s
commitment to the many

pills he shills. I feel I haven’t
really lost the blood

from my stomach so long
as I can see it on the deck.

The whales are below,
about to unleash

a net of bubbles that will
drive tons of panicky

mackerel to the surface
and to their deaths.

Hunger made us, they’d say,
that’s all, as it does you.

The lewdness of the great inflated
bellows of their mouths

is mitigated by the fish, explosions
of blades cutting the foam

with their dying, the gulls
screaming into the blades.

The lewdness
of the pen in my bag,

impaling the banana I got
on the flight from Denver,

the lewdness.
The body is a foe.

Mark Bibbins

It is nice to see that street poetry is not just vibrant in the US, but around the world. I think it is an important part of an artist’s life to struggle with street poetry to pay dues as they work themselves up the ladder. Here’s some poetry downunder.

My usual conveyance to and from work is the train. This is not because it is faster (in fact it is slower than driving) or because I care about trees it is because I love to read. When I take the train to work I am able to use that extra hour of train time engrossed in a world that is far from my own and enjoying every minute of it. Sure if I drove I would be home 30 minutes sooner, but I would be more stressed and of course I would have much more reading to do That is why I encourage people to take the train, read more, relax more.