Playing The Keys

Playing The Keys

A Poetry Blog

theonion:

New Kindle Helps Readers Show Off By Shouting Title Of Book Loudly And Repeatedly 

strathspeyandthistle:

Can I have all of these in my house someday?

Can this be my house someday?

Citizens of the World (Flash Fiction)

              The man said he was sorry. Not for anything he did, but because each time the woman cried, a faraway star would die, and the man had always been fond of stars. At one point he had also been fond of the woman, but that was a long time ago—her hair the color of dawn.
              The woman said it was alright. Not that it was, but someone had to make dinner, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be the man. She remembered how the man was once a very good cook. She remembered how this was perhaps his best quality. She remembered how he once had dreams of opening his own restaurant.
              “We’ll call it Oscars,” he said. “Kind of rolls off the tongue don’t it?”
              “Yeah,” she said. In truth, it reminded her of that creature on Sesame Street, the one who hated everyone. Would it have killed the producers to let him out of the garbage every now and then? Was it a punishment? Was it a choice?
              To raise money, the man and woman had a garage sale. They sold many beautiful things at large discounted prices. They sold many ugly things for even less. While negotiating the price of an old trumpet that had belonged to the man’s father, their kid ran into the street. There was a crunching sound. After that, they didn’t talk about the restaurant.
            After dinner, they cleaned the kitchen and went upstairs. There they tried things the woman read in an issue of Cosmopolitan.
            “You’re not doing it right,” she said.
            “I know,” he said.
            Her suspicion that the man had never used the yoga mat she bought him for his birthday was confirmed. This was an idea she found in an issue of Cosmopolitan. The article promised that a simple yoga mat had the power to turn a man “into a sensitive yogi with the power to fulfill every sexual desire.” The article mentioned nothing about what to do if said man never used the mat. Hopefully this would be addressed in next month’s issue.
            So that he could finish, the man was busy pretending that the woman was anyone but his wife. He never meant for things to be this way, they just happened— that was all. Tonight’s replacement was Carmen Electra circa 1999. His back began to hurt. Maybe in the morning he’d try to find that yoga mat.
            “You never look at me when we’re making love,” she said. The woman had been warned of this in an issue of Cosmopolitan. Outside, the stars were falling one by one—the moon darkly rising.

yeahwriters:

philalexandros:

tranceofreading:

lianabrooks:

britegreenstar:

libraryadvocates:

lalie:

The fact that the ALA shared this link is so gloriously bitter and angry and I love it.

Is there a portmanteau for that? Angritter? Bangry? 

My library card already gets me multiple “real” books, e-books, audiobooks, magazines and movies per month. For free.

Kindle Unlimited offers nothing from big presses, and no guarantee the authors will get paid fairly for their work. Libraries buy the book up front for a higher price (and a better binding). Kindle Unlimited offers the authors a variable percentage of a as-yet-undetermined-and-unannounced amount of money. 
While Amazon touts Kindle Unlimited at “Netflix For Books!” the reality is Netflix signed contracts with everyone whose work they offer so that actors, screen writers, best boys, and the rest of those people get paid for the shows and movies you watch. Amazon does not.
That means your favorite author isn’t being compensated for their time or work. If you love a book series and want to see the next one get published: buy the book or hit the library. Starving authors quit writing because they like eating. 

I couldn’t hit the reblog button fast enough.

So much reblog.

All of the reblogs!
But make sure to read this essay about how Amazon is better for writers than for publishers, too.

Well played

yeahwriters:

philalexandros:

tranceofreading:

lianabrooks:

britegreenstar:

libraryadvocates:

lalie:

The fact that the ALA shared this link is so gloriously bitter and angry and I love it.

Is there a portmanteau for that? Angritter? Bangry? 

My library card already gets me multiple “real” books, e-books, audiobooks, magazines and movies per month. For free.

Kindle Unlimited offers nothing from big presses, and no guarantee the authors will get paid fairly for their work. Libraries buy the book up front for a higher price (and a better binding). Kindle Unlimited offers the authors a variable percentage of a as-yet-undetermined-and-unannounced amount of money. 

While Amazon touts Kindle Unlimited at “Netflix For Books!” the reality is Netflix signed contracts with everyone whose work they offer so that actors, screen writers, best boys, and the rest of those people get paid for the shows and movies you watch. Amazon does not.

That means your favorite author isn’t being compensated for their time or work. If you love a book series and want to see the next one get published: buy the book or hit the library. Starving authors quit writing because they like eating. 

I couldn’t hit the reblog button fast enough.

So much reblog.

All of the reblogs!

But make sure to read this essay about how Amazon is better for writers than for publishers, too.

Well played

A long night of writing ahead. Thank god for Kind of Blue.

Gaza is not the most beautiful of cities.

Her coast is not bluer than those of other Arab cities.

Her oranges are not the best in the Mediterranean.

Gaza is not the richest of cities.

(Fish and oranges and sand and tents forsaken by the winds, smuggled goods and hands for hire.)

And Gaza is not the most polished of cities, or the largest. But she is equivalent to the history of a nation, because she is the most repulsive among us in the eyes of the enemy – the poorest, the most desperate, and the most ferocious. Because she is a nightmare. Because she is oranges that explode, children without a childhood, aged men without an old age, and women without desire. Because she is all that, she is the most beautiful among us, the purest, the richest, and most worthy of love.

We are unfair to her when we search for her poems. Let us not disfigure the beauty of Gaza. The most beautiful thing in her is that she is free of poetry at a time when the rest of us tried to gain victory with poems. We believed ourselves and rejoiced when we saw that the enemy had left us alone to sing our songs while we left victory for him. When we dried the poems from our lips we saw that the enemy had already built entire cities, forts, and highways.

It would be unfair to turn Gaza into a legend because we will end up hating her when we discover she is nothing more than a small, poor city that resists. And when we ask, “What has made her into a legend?” we will have to break our mirrors and cry if we have any dignity, or curse her if we refused to rebel against ourselves.

It would be unfair to Gaza to glorify her because our fascination will make us wait for her. But Gaza will not come to us. Gaza will not liberate us. Gaza does not have horses, or jet fighters, or magic wands, or offices in capitals. Gaza frees herself of our attributes, our language, and of her conquerors all at once. And when we run into her, once upon a dream, she may not recognize us because she was born of fire while we were born of waiting and crying over our homes.
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Mahmoud Darwish, Silence for the Sake of Gaza (via dyingpoets)

This is beautiful.

fatmunks asked:
Hey, so reading 10 page research papers is my thing :) If the Allen Lane/Penguin offer is still stands, I'd love to receive a finished copy.

Of course! Let me send you the details :)

playingthekeys:

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playingthekeys:

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yoga I love you, but you’re bringing me down (dog)

Such a sick album. Cannonball + Milt