So, I’m increasingly obsessed with poems and songs about fiber arts.  Of course I am.  But now I’m going to start posting them here, for my own enjoyment, no matter the protest.  And we’ll just go ahead and categorize them as "wool poems" because that’s much more elegant than "poems on wool, silk, linen, cashmere, […]

Originally posted by Rachel As is want to happen with dead poets every now and then, they found another early Sylvia Plath poem. Like most of her juvenilia, it doesn’t do much for me, but read the first paragraph of the introductory essay. It’s pretty righteous. Sing it sister! (Or brother–an author isn’t actually identified.)

All I know is a door into the dark.Outside, old axles and iron hoops rusting; Inside, the hammered anvil’s short-pitched ring, The unpredictable fantail of sparksOr hiss when a new shoe toughens in water.The anvil must be somewhere in the centre, Horned as a unicorn, at one end square, Set there immoveable: an altarWhere he […]

Originally posted by Rachel   Did I mention that the thing I miss most about school is structure? That I can get twice the reading done under the deadlines of a semester than I can in a full year of non-studenthood? All of this is to say, I am a bad, bad blogger. Lanea keeps […]