At birth we are red-faced, round, intense, pure. The crimson fire of universal consciousness burns in us. Gradually, however, we are devoured by our parents, gulped by schools, chewed up by peers, swallowed by social institutions, wolfed by bad habits, and gnawed by age; and by that time we have been digested, cow style, in those six stomachs, we emerge a single disgusting shade of brown. The lesson of the beet, then, is this: hold on to your divine blush, your innate rosy magic, or end up brown.
– Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume
There are a couple of events this weekend that might be of interest to readers.
Tonight, there will be a discussion of borrowing in the digital age: Hallowed Ground? The Library of the Future. This free event starts at 8pm tonight, Friday 23 September at the Customs House Library.
Robert Adamson, the winner of the Blake Poetry Prize, will talk about poetry and spirituality with Judith Beveridge, poetry editor of Meanjin, at The National Art School in Darlinghurst. This is a free event from 2-3pm Saturday 24 September 2011.
Lifeline are having their Spring Bookfair in Canberra this weekend. These fairs usually have plenty of bargains and the proceeds raised help fund Lifeline Canberra’s telephone counselling services.
The UTS: Sydney International Animation Festival kicks off today and finishes on Monday 26 September. There will be expert panels and Q&A sessions as well as a showcase of work by UTS students.
This Saturday is also the start of the Art And About month. There will be installations and activities around Sydney.
As a new feature we are planning on writing a short post each Tuesday morning detailing all the book related news of the past week. Interviews, poems, articles and anything related to reading, writing and authors will be posted. We kick things off a bit late this week Continue reading
At Mycroft Books we are fans of printed text. Bound books, pamphlets, the search through dusty stacks for that elusive great book, the smell of an old hardcover, the slight crack of glue in the spine when you open a book for the first time…
While 140 characters might not provide much chance to write Twitter can be a good way to learn more more about your favourite authors – upcoming readings, new projects, points of inspiration, as well as other writers to follow and read.
Mycroft Books is on Twitter (@MycroftBooks) and we follow a few writers as well as publishers and magazines. Read more to find out who we follow.
Poets Bruce Beaver and Robert Adamson at the Sydney Writer's Festival in May 1999
Sydney poet Robert Adamson has won the 2011 Blake Poetry Prize for his poem ‘Via Negativa, The Divine Dark’ (PDF).
Read the Judges’ Statement and more about The Blake Society.
Hemingway was not one for pretension, literary or otherwise. In a famous incident at Costello’s, a New York writers’ haunt, he found just the opportunity to make those feelings known. After drinking in back with friends, he passed John O’Hara at the bar. O’Hara was carrying an Irish blackthorn walking stick (shillelagh) and Hemingway began to mock him for it. Defensively, O’Hara claimed that it was “the best piece of blackthorn in New York.” Hemingway immediately bet him fifty dollars that he could break it with his bare hands. Then in one swift move he smashed the walking stick against his own head, snapping it in half. The broken pieces hung over Costello’s bar for many years.
He was, however, fond of mojitos, a drink invented at La Bodeguita del Medio in Havana, Cuba, where Hemingway drank them:
6 fresh mint sprigs
1 oz. lime juice
3/4 oz. simple syrup
2 oz. light rum
Crush 5 mint sprigs into the bottom of a chilled highball glass. Pour in lime juice, simple syrup, and rum. Fill glass with crushed ice. Garnish with lime wedge and remaining mint sprig. Sometimes a splash of club soda is added.
Just a little something for a Friday afternoon, or perhaps for a sunny spring weekend.
Great American Writers and Their Cocktails : NPR.
In German towns you will see bookshelves that are actually small libraries. They are called “Open Bookshelves” and people are free to take or leave books here at any time of the day or night.
The concept was first trialled in Graz, Austria and are seen as a kind of ‘social sculpture’ with the variety of books representative of the people in the town who use the library.
With one exception there has been no graffiti or destruction of books and a small anonymous group of guardians ensure that no objectionable books are left on the shelves and that the glass doors are cleaned.
Read more here.
“The next real literary ‘rebels’ in this country might well emerge as some weird bunch of anti-rebels, born oglers who dare somehow to back away from ironic watching, who have the childish gall actually to endorse and instantiate single-entendre principles. Who treat of plain old untrendy human troubles and emotions in U.S. life with reverence and conviction. Who eschew self-consciousness and hip fatigue. These anti-rebels would be outdated, of course, before they even started. Dead on the page. Too sincere. Clearly repressed. Backward, quaint, naive, anachronistic. Maybe that’ll be the point. Maybe that’s why they’ll be the next real rebels. Real rebels, as far as I can see, risk disapproval. The old postmodern insurgents risked the gasp and squeal: shock, disgust, outrage, censorship, accusations of socialism, anarchism, nihilism. Today’s risks are different. The new rebels might be artists willing to risk the yawn, the rolled eyes, the cool smile, the nudged ribs, the parody of gifted ironists, the ‘Oh how banal.’ To risk accusations of sentimentality, melodrama. Of overcredulity. Of softness. Of willingness to be suckered by a world of lurkers and starers who fear gaze and ridicule above imprisonment without law. Who knows.”
– David Foster Wallace, E Unibus Pluram: Television and U.S. Fiction