We’re having a POETRY READING! Come on over to the shop this Monday the 29th for some oh so lovely post-holiday-poetry from Lily Brown & Joshua Marie Wilkinson. The duo’s passin through town for a conference, and we at G&G are thrilled to hear their work with a little post read wine and hang. We’ll get going around 7pm at 18th and Treat Street of course!
One of my favorites from Lily:
Smaller Gulls Before
I want the tree a mile up to shake
its blond leaves to the pavement.
From my spot I think it odd that birds
don’t shit on us more often.
We’re right here ruining the sand.
I too further the obesity of gulls.
For years I’ve let them steal
my sandwiches and sealing wax.
That with which we stamp our selves
we stamp with our selves.
Sink of emblem in hot wax.
Lies that swap stories with heart.
Lily Brown is the author of two chapbooks, The Renaissance Sheet, published by Octopus Books in 2007, and Old with You, forthcoming from Kitchen Press very soon. Her poems have appeared in Fence, Pleiades, Tarpaulin Sky, Handsome, and Coconut, among other journals. She lives in Chicago.
Joshua Marie Wilkinson is the author of four books, most recently The Book of Whispering in the Projection Booth due out from Tupelo Press very soon. With Solan Jensen, he is the co-director of a tour film about the band Califone, also due out next year. Born and raised in Seattle, he now lives in Chicago.
Merry Happy Hurray! Lots of holiday love and sandy candy canes to all.
Nile and Uncle Bill making all the little ones’ wishes come true on Hanalei Bay.
Baby Arlo is here! Baby Arlo is here!
Aunties have received word from Uncle Sam that Arlo has arrived, 8 lbs. 10 oz., healthy, happy, BORN AT HOME, and a boy once and for all! We send our great big congratulations, love, and promises of ever more nursery mural painting to Bronwen & Mickey and to your whole gorgeous family. LOVE!
Bron and Lisa just a day or two before Arlo decided to join us on the outside.
Arlo’s mama, daddy, aunt, and cousin beckoning him to come play with them.
Auntie hard at work, making sure the seaweed glows in the dark and the grass grows in compulsive little hills in time for Arlo’s arrival.
Merry Merry all!
Try as we might to figure out an elegant solution to keep the shop open during the busiest shopping season of the year, all of us lady shopkeepers decided to dig out and spend time with our families instead. Which means, the shop will be closed from here on out to the new year. We do apologize if that means you were unable to grab that final pair of Slip ‘N Slips in time for stocking stuffing, but you see, such is often the pitfall of having super rad families.
That said, if you walk by and find the shop open, you’ll likely catch a rare sighting of the occasional lady shopkeeper Ms. Sarina Eastman taking some down time from her valiant battles with the inanimate, though very fierce, plastic dinosaur that lives on top of my closet, armed only with a rainbow throwing hippie crystal, to camp out at the shop with her puffy paints and take your money in exchange for goods. That will be a very good day.
This amazing Kate Bush dance video looks like it was made in my backyard—the trees, the fog, the field, yes please. The dress looks like a costume my rogue auntie Barbara convinced my cousins and me to wear for a modernist interpretation of a faun frolic that she staged on my grandmother’s porch c.1991. And now I’m putting the invitation out there for any and all (starting with you, Wendo) to build on the inspiration laid down here, come to my backyard on the pronto, and manifest the second coming of Barb’s faun frolic c.2008.
Last night I semi-slept through my first full on Bay Area lightening storm. What a thrill! I can’t recall ever having them when I lived in San Francisco. I’m counting it as an added advantage of moving a bit north of the city and outside the protection of the Bay. However, the storm brought with it a smattering of hail and some serious bone chill. Lisa and I are working huddled by the fire through the day and still we are having to take intense boogie breaks to get the blood flowing. Per the recommendation of the ever-rad Sarina Eastman, we shake it to this:
You see here Ruth Kneass hard at work on the beach and then her phenomenal results—necklaces made of washed up treasures, a bit of leather, a bit of enamel, some cast driftwood here and there, and a whole lot of love. Each one of a kind piece begins with a natural form and, dare I say, improves it. They feel very right. The cast silver ones lie weighty on your necklace-place, the long driftwood ones make for excellent worry stones.
And all this reminds me of one of my all time favorite poems, Sappho’s fragment 145, which has been translated variously by Mary Barnard and Anne Carson:
if you are squeamish don’t prod the
do not move stones
I’ve been hearing those lines over and over these past couple days as I comb the beach myself. The only trouble is, I’ve only got eyes for Ruth’s shapes. So it’s, “Oooo, look at this little shard, this little thorn. Maybe. I. Could. Paint a little moon. And. Then….” Ah, but she’s done it so well already. It is a great pleasure to offer them to you at the shop.