the-art-of-misdirection:

It’s hard trying to promote an online magazine when your only means to use Internet is your phone.

I just want people to know I work with an excellent staff of writers/editors through A Literation and I would like to encourage you to submit to us even more. I follow a ton of good writers, and what’s good is that we’re looking for new voices as well as established writings who use Tumblr.

www.aliterationmag.tumblr.com

Just check us out. We’re not concerned with writing style, school of thought, genre, age group, etc. We only care you just give us your best.

When Rex says it, he says it best.

(via autumnalwolf)

aliterationmag:

Around the Block

This month, we’re asking you to reach into the past — you know, “been there, done that,” “back when I was knee high to a grasshopper,…” type stuff.

We are looking for poems about sights seen, futures unwritten, or how life bore so many more surprises than you thought possible five, ten, thirty years ago.

We want to read stories describing the things you’ve seen, or even heard of, that you could not forget. We want a glimpse into the moments taken for granted by the next generation, or struggles made more burdensome by inexperience.

Send us pictures or paintings of your childhood memories, favorite pieces of your history and anything else you once told yourself you would never forget but slowly have decided to collect dust on the shelf. 

Most of all — fiction or fantasy — we want your best; so show us what your time has taught you.

Submissions close 10PM EST September, 22nd

Make your way to aliteration.org when ready to submit.
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Photo Credit:
"World Trade Center Burning"— jasonepowell | flickr

cross-connect:

Featured Curator of the Week : Archan Nair [archanN]

CT Nelson’s paintings do not fit into one artistic movement. His approach draws from many and has developed into a unique style that is completely his own. A captivating contrast of urban linear illustrative street aesthetics within fragmented Americana and Neoclassical narratives encourages further investigation of complex, emotional contemplation. Employing an exceptional awareness of light and color, Ct creates an opportunity to delve deeper into phantasmagorical landscapes where the initial discomforts and distortions of the grotesque transform into genuine intellectual curiosities.

CT Nelson Tumblr

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How to Raise an Oracle (Poem by Matt Freeman)

annmarcaida:

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Trap her
before her body
learns rhythm
of ocean.

Keep her that she believes
herself the moon. Teach her
to know no pull but yours.

To live in excess
is to seek balance.

She will believe herself
to be all of existence and
the space that cradles.

Bathe her — purity in flesh
cupped by unsettling hand.

Push her
to birth a god,
to give.
Let her labors last
as many days as months.

Train her not to choke,
to breathe vapors laced
with your regret.

You are finished.
Watch a woman raise
this world from ash.

When she is empty, feed her

beans. Plant within her
new seeds. Let her grow.

Trap her
before her open heart
knows your pulse.

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Ann says:  I read this poem as being about a yang (masculine) narrator wishing to lure a yin (feminine) one out of her yin home in the moonlit night water.

Copyright 2014 by Matt H. Freeman (aka RaiseTheCurve).  His excellent new collection of poetry, Before I Leave, can be purchased here.

Images: 1. Howard Pyle  2. Paul-Jacques-Aimé Baudry

Good Home Cookin’

jayarrarr:

There’s something about my mama’s green beans. I don’t know what it is. I can prepare the same beans the same way she does, using the same recipe, but they still don’t taste  like hers — and they probably never will. That probably explains why I helped myself to seconds at dinner tonight.

Don’t get me wrong, my mama’s not some great chef. In fact, she’s at best only a marginally good cook, and she’ll tell you as much herself. All of her recipes are handed down from her mother, and if you compliment a dish of hers she’s quick to tell you it’s not as good as the way her mama made it.

I’ve eaten similar dishes in restaurants that were better than mama’s, and so has she. We were eating at a restaurant once and mama quipped that if her meatloaf were as good as the meatloaf at that restaurant, she wouldn’t have spent 40 years of her life teaching. There’s no ego in mama’s kitchen — she has no problem admitting something’s better than hers, and if you tried to tell her otherwise she’d laugh you right out of your chair.

Of course, mama was never interested in being a great chef — she was just interested in putting food on the table to feed her family. Great chefs may go to fancy “culinary arts” schools to learn how to cook, or they may learn as they go by working under someone who’s already established a reputation as a great chef. But however they go about it, they spend years learning and perfecting their craft — and they’re always learning, and their craft is never perfected.

They may study everything there is to know (which is to say, everything that someone else has previously discovered) about foods and flavors — but to be a truly great chef, you have to surpass that training. You have to think creatively, attempting combinations no one else has ever done. The goal of any chef who aspires to be great is either to perfect something created by a great chef who came before, or to create something wholly original themselves.

But just like my mama, no chef who aspires to greatness wants to be told their food is just as good as anything Wolfgang Puck has ever created if it’s not — primarily because he’ll know it’s empty flattery at best and he’ll resent you for it. I mean, if you ate something I’d cooked and declared it the best thing you’d ever eaten, I’d assume you were starving — because I know I’m not a good cook.

Nor do I try to be. I’ve not taken any cooking classes at all, and apart from passively watching cooking shows on TV occasionally I’ve not attempted to learn in any other way. Nor am I a picky eater. If it’s edible, I’ll eat it. That’s not to say that I don’t know when I’m eating food prepared well and when I’m eating something mediocre, but I don’t need to eat gourmet every time I sit down at the table. There are some foods I dislike and some I love, but I don’t necessarily have the most discerning palate, and I realize this.

The greatest chef in the world might cook something I detest, but my opinion won’t change the quality of her preparation. It may be critically lauded as the greatest dish in the world, but if it’s liver and onions, I’m not touching it with a ten-foot pole. That’s my taste (actually, if you can make me eat liver and onions, you probably are the greatest chef in the world — but you’d have to lie to me about what it was first). People’s palates are an amalgamation of their lives: their culture, their history, their training or education, their socio-economic status, and their personal preferences. But what goes into quality preparation of the dish is separate from that — it’s still a well-prepared dish if you don’t like it, and it may be a mediocre dish even if you do.

My mama’s green beans, though — so good you’d think they were an analogy.

© 2014 by Jennifer R.R. Mueller

An immense amount [of] courage is also required to stand your ground when reporting the illegal conduct of persons who, with their political or financial powers, can get you fired—or worse.

— Chuck Klein, Police Ethics: The Creed

This article is a couple of years old, but how many of you think enough law enforcement officials have read it? Perhaps they just need someone to kindly link them. It takes a lot of courage to respond to riots. It takes even more courage to refuse an order to fire on a crowd in protest in a residential setting. Wouldn’t you agree?

I’m not sure what’s going on in Ferguson, but neither the airspace restrictions nor the arrests/harassment of reporters are helping me figure it out. The United States of America aspires to be an example for the so-called free world, so why am I resorting to YouTube and Twitter coverage (and a few well-written but visually lacking traditional news media articles) as I was when Turkey became a police state?