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Shannon Tharp reporting.

 

The condensed deal: I study library science, work in archives, and write. As of late, I divide my time unevenly among Seattle, WA, Missoula, MT, and Gillette, WY.

 

My writing can be found in Each Real Bird (The Elliott Press, 2006), Determined by Aperture, (Fewer & Further, 2008), and The Cost of Walking (Skysill Press, 2011). Forthcoming are Quarry (Calaveras), and Vertigo in Spring (The Cultural Society).

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theatlantic:

In 1940, You Could Rent a Manhattan Apartment For $30

CUNY’s Center for Urban Research launched a project entitled Welcome to 1940s New York today—a look socioeconomic climate of the city in the 1940s, or more simply, a look at how relatively cheap renting was way back when. […]
Take a look at what CUNY’s Urban Research team unearthed about Manhattan’s West Village which was pitched as “not a neighborhood for artists and writers” (mind you, rents there are now $3,000 and up).
[Image: CUNY Center for Urban Research]

theatlantic:

In 1940, You Could Rent a Manhattan Apartment For $30

CUNY’s Center for Urban Research launched a project entitled Welcome to 1940s New York today—a look socioeconomic climate of the city in the 1940s, or more simply, a look at how relatively cheap renting was way back when. […]

Take a look at what CUNY’s Urban Research team unearthed about Manhattan’s West Village which was pitched as “not a neighborhood for artists and writers” (mind you, rents there are now $3,000 and up).

[Image: CUNY Center for Urban Research]


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"Then the poem shits to death."

It’s been brought to my attention that I may be unscented.
This, according to the ever credible Urban Dictionary.

It’s been brought to my attention that I may be unscented.

This, according to the ever credible Urban Dictionary.

"To assign unanswered letters their proper weight, to free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves — there lies the great, the singular power of self-respect. Without it, one eventually discovers the final turn of the screw: one runs away to find oneself, and finds no one at home."

~ Joan Didion  |  from “On Self-Respect
One of the best Chuck Berry covers anywhere on this one.

One of the best Chuck Berry covers anywhere on this one.

Cildo Meireles, from Insertions into Ideological Circuits 2: Banknote Project, 1970
Ed Ruscha, HONEY, I TWISTED THROUGH MORE DAMN TRAFFIC TODAY , 1977
nypl:

Walt Whitman was born on May 31, 1819. Happy birthday, you poet of the people! Explore the NYPL’s collection of Whitman Manuscripts here: http://ow.ly/bgLIN

nypl:

Walt Whitman was born on May 31, 1819. Happy birthday, you poet of the people! Explore the NYPL’s collection of Whitman Manuscripts here: http://ow.ly/bgLIN


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Finals with bourbon and Stevens

Finals with bourbon and Stevens