Brenna Twohy - “Fantastic Breasts and Where To Find Them” (NPS 2014)
"My sex cannot be packaged. My sex is magic. It is part of a bigger story. I am whole. I exist when you are not fucking me."
One of the most memorable poems we saw at the National Poetry Slam this year. Harry Potter, feminism, sex positivity.
It honestly amazes me to see how quick people are to defend those in high power positions. Yes, we know, not ALL cops, not ALL men, not ALL white people, etc, but when it turns into a large chunk of a group doing something wrong and oppressing those not as privileged as them, we NEED to start having discussions about it. The things happening now are bigger than the hurt feelings of people who are more privileged than others. Stereotypes about cops, men, white people, etc hurt their feelings, stereotypes about the oppressed are literally killing them.
Megan Falley’s writing is the love child between precision and imagery. Her work takes you on a roller coaster from start to finish and keeps you from seeing the twists and turns ahead. What makes Megan special however, is the fact that she teaches twice as good as she writes, and makes writers understand themselves in ways hey previously couldn’t, and helps them better convey their thoughts to a reader. I am a testament to the growth Megan can invoke in a writer, and I wouldn’t have half the knowledge and understanding of the written world of work without my time with her.
Anthony Ragler on writing with Megan Falley
Come take a writing class with me and bloom. E-mail MeganFalley@gmail.com
Do you know that I am teaching all these writing workshops ONLINE? That means there is no excuse not to strengthen your craft this Fall. No reason NOT to get those poems out of your notebook and into literary magazines and onto bright stages. THIS IS YOUR YEAR, BOO. Come write with me.
What’s the kindest thing you almost did? Is your fear of insomnia stronger than your fear of what awoke you? Are bonsai cruel? Do you love what you love, or just the feeling? Your earliest memories: do you look though your young eyes, or look at your young self? Which feels worse: to know that there are people who do more with less talent, or that there are people with more talent? Do you walk on moving walkways? Should it make any difference that you knew it was wrong as you were doing it? Would you trade actual intelligence for the perception of being smarter? Why does it bother you when someone at the next table is having a conversation on a cell phone? How many years of your life would you trade for the greatest month of your life? What would you tell your father, if it were possible? Which is changing faster, your body, or your mind? Is it cruel to tell an old person his prognosis? Are you in any way angry at your phone? When you pass a storefront, do you look at what’s inside, look at your reflection, or neither? Is there anything you would die for if no one could ever know you died for it? If you could be assured that money wouldn’t make you any small bit happier, would you still want more money? What has been irrevocably spoiled for you? If your deepest secret became public, would you be forgiven? Is your best friend your kindest friend? Is it any way cruel to give a dog a name? Is there anything you feel a need to confess? You know it’s a “murder of crows” and a “wake of buzzards” but it’s a what of ravens, again? What is it about death that you’re afraid of? How does it make you feel to know that it’s an “unkindness of ravens”?
—Jonathan Safran Foer, Two Minute Personality Test.