I visit my spam folder the way I used to visit the mailbox at the end of our long driveway. A new issue of Life? The Book of the Month? I still get that feeling when I crack open the spam folder.
I sign up for email newsletters on a regular basis. They flow in like a mighty river of stuff I’m interested in:
The latest weird clothes from Acne Studios. (Every season is weird at Acne Studios, but it’s something I can talk about with my son, so it’s useful.)
Ysolda Teague talking about the things in her online yarn shop. (Such things! Sign up if you haven’t already.)
Malcolm Gladwell announcing Season 2 of his podcast, Revisionist History.
Max Daniels, ever encouraging us to take care of ourselves.
Parnassus Books‘s never-ending firehose of good books to know about, at least.
Tokyobike. At some point I may need a Tokyobike. I need to be ready.
Here’s the latest thing that makes my day:
It’s a project of the Academy of American Poets. Every weekday, they will email you a new, previously unpublished poem by today’s poets.
The poem that arrived yesterday knocked me out of orbit. Here it is:
Yes, this poem contains many obsessions of mine: mushrooms, birds, war, boys, memory.
The reason I include it here in our weekly podcast suggestions is that at the end of each day’s Poem-a-Day, there’s an audio recording of the poet reading his or her work. They never read it the way I would.
Here’s William Brewer reading “Debris.”
An English professor reminded us once that we readers, here today, have the ability to help shape what becomes the Deathless Literature of tomorrow. He encouraged us to read living poets because someday, they will be famous, and we will have discovered them in real time, and that’s really cool.
Thirty-five years later, I think I get that.
PS What email newsletters do you like? My spam folder is never quite full.