Brian Spears is Senior Poetry Editor of The Rumpus and the author of A Witness in Exile (Louisiana Literature Press, 2011). His poem “Upon Reading That Andromeda Will One Day Devour Triangulum and Come For Us Next” was featured in Season 9 of Motion Poems.
It’s time to release my inner geek. Okay, not so inner. Behold the cannibal galaxy! Triangulum, your day is coming! The nonprofit Solar CITIES is installing solar power systems in…
Back on August 25th, we ran a blog post about Roxanne Shanté, a one-time rapper who’d supposedly used an afterthought of a clause in her record contract to force her…
It’s a Saturday and I’m not hung over. I’ll make up for it. Catholic League president Bill Donohue is the kind of guy I’d like bad things to happen to.…
Jim Murdoch’s piece on the reader’s responsibility to breathe life into poems is fascinating. At the very least, it’s a good metaphor for people who teach poetry to those who…
The fourth anniversary of the landfall of Hurricane Katrina would likely be garnering bigger headlines right now if not for the death of Senator Edward Kennedy. It might have even…
I’m starting this Science Saturday in the world of alcoholic consumption, which is a world very dear to me. I am joyful in every study that suggests moderate drinking is…
When it comes to groups willing to argue passionately over possible outcomes to contests that will never take place, Sci-Fi-ers and sports nuts are far and away the most obnoxious.…
It’s Saturday morning. Get the sleep out your eyes and start clicking. Farhad Manjoo has some solid ideas on how to beat the Kindle. Now, if only Amazon’s competitors will…
Charles Bernstein tells us that the University of Alabama Press is having a recession sale on many of the titles in their Modern and Contemporary Poetics series. (Via Culture Industry)…
The Guardian has a strange (to me) story about the world’s cocaine bar, called Route 36. It’s in La Paz, Bolivia, and because it’s an after-hours club which, you read…
Earlier this year, a couple of archaeologists pulled a barrel of butter out of a peat bog in Ireland, about 25 miles west of Dublin. It wasn’t the first time…