• Poetry,  Projects,  Writing

    On pens, paper and meaning

    I have a sudden irresistible urge to buy pens. That gush with ink with colours seeping into white woven fibres on the page. Paper was meant to be written, scribbled, scrawled, drawn on, meaning overflowing arbitrarily declared boundaries. Everything ever present or absent on a page means something, and contributes to a larger idea and even more amazingly, can be wrought so that the exact intended idea is conveyed or so the reader is free to dream beyond convention. Someone go buy me pens. Because there is paper here. – Marisa Wikramanayake

  • Poetry,  Projects

    Weekly news roundup AND Britain's National Poetry Day… combined!

    Note: News events listed below are as they happened on the morning of Thursday, 03 Oct 2012 prior to debates, apologies and anything else really exciting. It takes awhile to think up rhymes. I give students a news quiz each week and today I couldn’t decide whether to post the quiz and some of the odd answers or a poem for National Poetry Day in Britain (despite the fact that I am neither located there or a citizen) so you guys got both. Enjoy. If anyone can come up with a title that would be awesome. —- This week the Health Department got their anatomy wrong, They mislabeled the ovaries…