by Mark Strand Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end, Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem like When he’s held by the sea’s roar, motionless, there at the end, Or what he shall hope for once it is clear that he’ll never go back. … More The End
This is the sound track to my anxiety. So accurate.
TravelPod has shut down. Closed. Finished. Doneskis. Which means: all the incredible content from our (half-arsed) travel blog is now in a zip file on my desktop. It is inaccessible to anyone but me, completely hidden from the good people of the world. And, quite frankly, that is a travesty. Our blog “Steph & Geoff … More Steph & Geoff vs Europe
chills and tears and chills and tears
BY MARK STRAND for Ros Krauss Tell yourself as it gets cold and gray falls from the air that you will go on walking, hearing the same tune no matter where you find yourself— inside the dome of dark or under the cracking white of the moon’s gaze in a valley of snow. Tonight … More Lines for Winter
I (along with the rest of the world) just binge-listened to the S-Town podcast and now all I want to do it talk about it, analyse it, dissect the characters. Here are my thoughts, jotted down immediately after crying/listening to the very last episode. If you have not listened to it. GO AND LISTEN TO … More Talk S-Town To Me
Whoever said that comedians can’t laugh at their own jokes has not yet seen my stand-up. Honestly, laughing at my jokes (usually before I have finished them) is my entire shtick. Not like a little chuckle or a cute snort – I’m talking uncontrollable tears-down-cheeks, snot-out-the-nose howling. I laugh so hard that my audience (read: my long-suffering family) ends up laughing out of … More Shtick