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Let Words Be the Garden
Before I begin: This is the first post I’ve written here in over five years. 2020 was a caesura for many, and for me it was no different. The conference I’d been planning with fellow ICLS grad students for nearly a year–CFPs distributed, abstracts reviewed, keynotes secured, budgets scraped together–suddenly evaporated. We have nothing to Read.
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Review: If you are unable to help…
Adult Punk is one of my favorite Indie/Zine publishers in Denver. Often confusing the line between “zine” and art object, their work is a celebration of paper textures, binding techniques, typefaces, and ink. Content may occasionally seem to take a back seat to the sheer pleasure of holding a perfectly bound object in one’s hands. Read.
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Conjuring Ghosts
Electronic media has changed nearly every aspect of our lives, however we’re more caught up as a society in some areas than others. Death customs, for example, have changed little despite the fact that our friends and family are now occasionally still present beyond death—the Instagram account still accepting followers, the Facebook profile that appears Read.
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Review: Night Wraps the Sky
This is a brilliant exercise in documentation and now the preferred method by which I would like to discover any new poet or artist or creative figure. Mayakovsky’s creative output is chronologically arranged and interspersed with selections of writing by his contemporaries which give light and life to the context of the man whose images Read.
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ALTA40: A Brief Report
(This is long overdue.) In July I was notified that my submission to the ALTA Travel Fellowship, an opportunity by that point that I had nearly forgotten about and long-since given up on seeing any results from, had been selected as a finalist. It was a wonderful surprise, though soon driven to disappointment when just Read.
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Thoughts on NYC
The energy of New York swells and dips like the waves that surround it, and I am tossed, similarly, about the streets, caught in the tide of bodies. The sounds coalesce into the same white noise comfort too as the ocean. It’s easy to feel as if I’m standing on a Moloch, a monstrous machine Read.
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The Words Coming Out of My Mouth
In which I attempt to work through what it means to sing a text you don’t believe, in a language you don’t speak. Read.
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Translation and the Way of Tea
Using Kakuzo Okakura’s Book of Tea as a document for translation. Read.
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Skye Shannon Savage, PhD 