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The Art of Putting Things Together

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Last night, my two-year-old spent the evening dropping fistfuls of fried rice from her high seat while singing Humpty Dumpty had a great faaaaall!


I probably should have intervened – taken her bowl away or redirected her. At the very least I should have stopped making sound effects every time the rice hit the carpet.


But as a poet, I’ve developed the ability to detach myself from my parental responsibilities and view my kids, instead, as adorable little metaphors.

November 11, 2015 | Ben Berman

Amusements Creativity Writing While Parenting

Narrative's Building Blocks

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My four-year-old is in the living room, playing with magnetic building blocks. She is as focused as I’ve ever seen her, paying as much attention to shapes as to colors, aesthetics as to structure.


But I don’t have a story until I have two stories, wrote Grace Paley, and along comes my two-year-old. It’s as though she’s just finished watching Donnie Darko and is convinced that destruction, too, is a form of creation.

October 14, 2015 | Ben Berman

Amusements Creativity

Lit Link Loves: Our Internet Faves 7/21/15

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Twice a month, we feature our favorite literary links. As ever, we promise: You’ll laugh. You'll ponder. You won’t get any writing done. 


From The New Yorker, Bee Wilson writes on the simple joy of reading about meals of others:

Pleasures of the Literary Meal

July 21, 2015 | Info

Amusements Creativity Inspiration

What’s Your Type?

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Typewriters seem to be making a comeback, especially among writers and artists. Eson Kim talks to author Richard Polt, Typewriter Guru Tom Furrier, and The Boston Typewriter Orchestra to explore the tenacious hold that typewriters have on creative spirits everywhere.

May 29, 2015 | Eson Kim

Creativity Performance Sound Skeins The Writing Life

Get Lost

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The only way to find the story is to lose the moment. Forget checklists, guidebooks, and maps. Stop asking for directions. Walk the crumbling footpaths and forget where you're going, where you are. 

It never occured to me that losing my way would give me direction, but it did. The picture above was taken two weeks ago in the city of Pompeii. I had no map. My idea of Pompeii was circumscribed by a diarama I'd done as a child, and though I had to realize, I tell myself now, that the city was surely larger than a shoebox, I roamed Pompeii without care

May 21, 2015 | KL Pereira

Craft Advice Creativity Inspiration Slaying Genre