I'm Chase. My writing has appeared or is forthcoming in The Brazen Review, Miles to Go: An Annual Review of Prose and Poetry, and other places. I blog on the weekly.
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A couple of weeks ago, Pejac shared a simple window drawing on his Facebook profile, as a tribute to legendary French high-wire walker, Philippe Petit. The drawing was done using acrylic on a window glass to commemorate the 40th anniversary of Petit’s walk between the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in New York City. This simple idea, captured on camera by his friend Silvia Guinovart Pujol, shows the riskiness and fragility of the art of tightrope and is a great example of the Spanish artist’s style: simple, minimalist yet effective. Read more on Hi-Fructose.
This week my final semester as an undergraduate began. I’m taking two courses—Readings in French Literature in Translation and the Hispanic World. Both courses are taught in English. Indiana University requires its students with humanities majors to take four foreign language and/or culture courses, consisting of two of each type. I took SPAN 100 and 150 last summer and hated it. I didn’t mind the idea of learning another language—I’m a heterosexual Caucasian male who is not threatened by the fact that my country has more than 37 million Spanish speakers and that number will eventually match/exceed that of English speakers. I just don’t like how language is taught at the university level. It’s a fact that it is easier to teach young children a second language and the difficulty increases tenthousandfold after the age of, like, ten. I wish my parents had forced me to learn another language as a boy. Or at least my elementary school.
I sent a short essay about the Louisville Purge out to two places yesterday—The Rumpus and Thought Catalog. I feel it’s publishable and while my hopes for it making it past the slush pile are, well, fairly nonexistent, I’m happy with how it turned out. Cultural commentary is fun to write.
I have poetry and fiction that have been out since June without a word back from either publication—Phren-Z and Paper Darts. Perhaps it’s time I shop them elsewhere. I know the submission game involves lots and lots of waiting but it’s a game that is played on the writer’s end .2% of the time and the remaining 99.8% is on the editors. It’s not a fun game.
I’m working my way through Roxane Gay’s Bad Feminist and am very impressed. I’m impressed with how she seamlessly comments on all aspects of culture while grounding her analysis in a self-examination that is just as judicious and unwavering as the former. There are no parlous subjects, just parlous treatments of subjects, and Roxane knows this and works within this framework better than pretty much all other writers of her generation. She writes about privilege how David Foster Wallace wrote about depression, as someone who finds themselves able to be right at the center while also distant enough to explore the issue and its problems, a rarity in today’s rapid fire, one-and-done method for cultural analysis. She writes:
"Too many people have become self-appointed privilege police, patrolling the halls of discourse, ready to remind people of their privilege whether those people have denied that privilege or not. In online discourse, in particular, the specter of privilege is always looming darkly."
She’s talking about you, Tumblr.
I’ve neglected my manuscript for months. I’m still not ready to even look at it. Part of me wants to just let it die and stay dead while I work on new stuff.
I have homework due Sunday that I haven’t started and can’t be bothered to, yet. On we go.
MY PENIS ENLARGEMENT SPAM EMAIL CAME WITH HIDDEN BEAT POETRY
I GOT THIS EMAIL TOO
Ferguson, Missouri Update…..