@JoyLanzendorfer I got this reply from a publisher: 'Thanks for your patience ... To be honest, this kind of memoir by someone without a public profile doesn’t really work for us. They just don’t sell that well, no matter how well written they are...Consider switching to fiction?
Meet Linda Collins! Linda is the author of 'Galloping at the Estuary' in Issue 25.
https://t.co/olhuE2gTc6
🖼 Author photo: Malcolm McLeod
#literaryjournal#nzwriters
If there's one thing I learned from Dr Nazir it's this: metaphors don't have to make sense. In fact they shouldn't make sense. For far too long they've been subjugated to the secondary status of having to stand for something other than themselves.
The genius of Dr Nazir is that he made metaphors self-sufficient and if there's any justice in this world, one day they'll reward him with the Nobel Prize for this. This prize was a good and well-earned start on this path, no matter what the hoards of the envious say
Headland's Issue 25 is out now!
Have a read on our website https://t.co/TasKXpnvln
We are so excited to share this incredible writing!
📷: Cover image: Sophie Gwynne-Robson
My essay, Galloping at the Estuary, is in the latest issue of Headland journal. So happy to be in this. And such a pleasure to work with the editorial team. Thank you. https://t.co/mUCYxCaD35
@Ardy346@Suitandtie9999 Stunning line break in that opening couplet. love the quatrains, the caesura effect there, the iambic resistance. Then the sestet at the ending, the last line a sign-off, the deceptive prosaic nature of that, the lack of latinate, the implied fricative.
@ABC I bought a thermos in a secondhand shop recently and two random older women customers told me to be careful when undoing the lid as they can pop off and hit you in the face. Seems to be essential knowledge passed down through the generations.
A sitcom about Thomas Pynchon winning a $600,000 literary prize and then gradually losing his mind as the prize committee forces him to create a series of short-form Instagram videos promoting the award and showing off his morning routine.
I've got a review of Jac Jenkins' collection, Moon too Heavy, in the NZ Poetry Society's latest magazine, a fine line. Jenkins was a poet at the same IIML workshops when I was memoirist. The review draws on that experience, and mutual domesticity😆. @nzpoetrysociety
UCL will close its Institute of Advanced Studies this summer, stating the interdisciplinary research centre is no longer financially sustainable, reports @jgro_the
https://t.co/q9wZcMUzJs
@amwilson_opera@wmarybeard Got this reply from a publisher about a new project: 'To be honest, this kind of memoir by someone without a public profile doesn’t really work for us. They just don’t sell that well, no matter how well written they are. So, yes, I guess you could consider switching to fiction?'
@CoolestLame_Evr As the mum of a teenage daughter who took her own life, I would resent the insinuation she simply 'gave up'. She tried her hardest to stay. It would be better to be specific, to advise keep seeking help if troubled, try other counsellors if one doesn't work, keep asking.
I have this piece in The Straits Times today on what would have been Victoria's 29th birthday. RIP darling. #Lossadjustment
Angie, our cat, connects me with Victoria, my late daughter https://t.co/rCrzmLEulk
We're delighted to introduce our three PRIMERS Volume 8 Finalists. Congratulations to:
Carl Alexandersson
Rachel Jeffcoat
Olivia Tuck
Huge thanks to all our shortlisted and highly commended poets and everyone who submitted work in the PRIMERS 8 call-out. https://t.co/suTDJV72Wg
“What I needed wasn’t to try harder to be “more social.” It was to be seen: to have someone recognise that being quiet, well-behaved, and unassuming doesn’t mean being content”
This quote and the entire post really hit home.
@AutisticGirls_
https://t.co/Gkg58e75Hj
@adrianmckinty Pale Fire inspired me to write a creative-critical essay where the End Notes seize control. But my university marker discounted the End Notes as he said this exceeded the word limit. Didn't quite get the point.