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wordbrooklyn:

We’re not sure whether to laugh or weep.

(Source: wordbookstores)

wwnorton:

35 POEMS FOR 35W: Five Years After the Interstate 35W Bridge Collapse
The StarTribune:

St. Paul poet Todd Boss crossed the Interstate 35W bridge without a thought 20 minutes before it collapsed on Aug. 1, 2007. He’s been thinking about it ever since. To honor the 13 killed five years ago, and to mark what he has called “a huge civic tragedy,” Boss has written a series of 35 poems, called “Fragments for the 35W Bridge.” The poems are part of an installation at the Stone Arch Bridge in Minneapolis and an audio composition by European artist Maja Spasova.

Six of the thirty-five poems were published in Pitch, Todd Boss’s most recent poetry collection. Now all thirty-five are featured on the cover of the ‘Variety’ section of today’s newspaper and available on the StarTribune website.

wwnorton:

35 POEMS FOR 35W: Five Years After the Interstate 35W Bridge Collapse

The StarTribune:

St. Paul poet Todd Boss crossed the Interstate 35W bridge without a thought 20 minutes before it collapsed on Aug. 1, 2007. He’s been thinking about it ever since. To honor the 13 killed five years ago, and to mark what he has called “a huge civic tragedy,” Boss has written a series of 35 poems, called “Fragments for the 35W Bridge.” The poems are part of an installation at the Stone Arch Bridge in Minneapolis and an audio composition by European artist Maja Spasova.

Six of the thirty-five poems were published in Pitch, Todd Boss’s most recent poetry collection. Now all thirty-five are featured on the cover of the ‘Variety’ section of today’s newspaper and available on the StarTribune website.

The New Yorker’s Cartoon of the Day

The New Yorker’s Cartoon of the Day

Matchbox: bikinis meet their match”

The Huffington Post’s William Ambler in “Great Authors Interpret the Olympics”:

Jane Austen on women’s pole vault: It is a truth universally acknowledged that a young woman, having assiduously trained through the high school and collegiate ranks, and having endured the deprivations both societal and dietary attendant upon such efforts, must be in want of a medal. 

Herman Melville on rowing: “And on and on the wild and wanton craft burst across the silvered depths and strain to be first upon their mark. The oars scream in their wells as they cleave the glassy surface, leaving whirls of creamy spray like tufts of smoke lifted from a wheeling flock as it makes haste from a conflagration. All for the coin! The great golden coin promised them by their master, who even now crouches upon the gunwales and rends the air above their crowns with bellowed slogan and epithet!!” 

James Joyce on 100 meter dash: ”..there they were all in a row and fingers splayed and then haunches raised and bang yer off with wind at your back with the screams and the faces melding as the feet so many feet stamping out the time yes with seconds ticking down thought their fractions and the tape rippling like the presents in that little house left in the night yes and the breath comes faster like horses charging yes and a reaching for the last yes yes I won Yes.”