Posts by Karen Kaminski:
This came through this very morning from the Poets.org newsletter. Ada Limon is getting to be a favorite of mine and this is just wonderful–” a small spasm of joy I did not imagine/ when I woke.”
Give Me This
by Ada Limón
I thought it was the neighbor’s cat back
to clean the clock of the fledgling robins low
in their nest stuck in the dense hedge by the house
but what came was much stranger, a liquidity
moving all muscle and bristle. A groundhog
slippery and waddle thieving my tomatoes still
green in the morning’s shade. I watched her
munch and stand on her haunches taking such
pleasure in the watery bites. Why am I not allowed
delight? A stranger writes to request my thoughts
on suffering. Barbed wire pulled out of the mouth,
as if demanding that I kneel to the trap of coiled
spikes used in warfare and fencing. Instead,
I watch the groundhog closer and a sound escapes
me, a small spasm of joy I did not imagine
when I woke. She is a funny creature and earnest,
and she is doing what she can to survive.
Obviously no sewing happened while the power was out, but I did start my next knitting project: the Aquamarline Sweater from Park&Knit. It’s everything I ask for in a sweater (seamless, bulky weight, colorful) PLUS it uses up odds and ends from the stash.
The pattern is written to allow you to do whatever you want with the colors, but I’m thinking a rainbow ombre would be nice, like these two finished projects:
@stellarino.stitches on Instagram
PandaGoUrgh on Ravelry
Stay tuned for the finished sweater (probably 2021 if we’re being honest).
Hello again! I only planned to not post on Monday last week..but the Wasatch Front saw hurricane force winds Tuesday as a storm moved in and we were without power from Tuesday morning to Sunday evening.
It was fine in the bigger scheme of things (especially compared with the fires in Oregon and California) but frustrating at times (goodbye, everything in the freezer).
But the power is BACK now! I pretty much spent Sunday night using different appliances and turning on the lights.
1. More Instagram:
Can I recommend playing You Are Jeff Bezos to get an idea of how much money that really is?
The ruling class has figured out that a happy and productive population with free time on their hands is a mortal danger…And, on the other hand, the feeling that work is a moral value in itself, and that anyone not willing to submit themselves to some kind of intense work discipline for most of their waking hours deserves nothing, is extraordinarily convenient for them.
[…] If 1% of the population controls most of the disposable wealth, what we call ‘the market’ reflects what they think is useful or important, not anybody else.
When I ordered that tiger/volcano fabric from Fabric Godmother, I threw in half a meter of viscose knit from Celine for underwear (now sold out). I thought the print would be very Marie-Antoinette, but…I think my pattern choices made it turn out more Anne of Green Gables:
These were both free patterns and they’re really comfortable to wear, so I’m ok with the Anne aesthetic. The top is the Barrett Bralette and the undies are the Noelle Underwear, both from Madalynne Intimates. I’ve found I need to size down a LOT in her patterns and the instructions are a little wacky, but the finished product is great: The Noelles are currently the winner in my ongoing Trial of Giant Underwear Patterns and the Barrett has the best support of any pullover bra I’ve tried to date.
As for my fall sewing plans, they’re are all for underwear right now. It’s looking more and more likely that I’ll be working from home for the rest of the year l and I just don’t need any more clothes to wear at home. (You could argue I also don’t need any more underwear, but at least they don’t use a lot of fabric or time.) I want to turn this pile of fabric and lace into a set of mix-and-match (or matchy-clashy) bras and undies, so stay tuned.
(Yes that is hot orange stretch velvet in the upper left.)
Poems are usually later in the week but I had to get this one in, because it mentions August! And today is the last day of August! Let’s be super literal!! (I always like Louise Glück and this one captures that “throw the comb away” feeling I get at the end of summer.)
Vespers (End of August)
by Louise Glück
End of August. Heat
like a tent over
John’s garden. And some things
have the nerve to be getting started,
clusters of tomatoes, stands
of late lilies—optimism
of the great stalks—imperial
gold and silver: but why
so close to the end?
Tomatoes that will never ripen, lilies
winter will kill, that won’t
come back in spring. Or
are you thinking
I spend too much time
looking ahead, like
an old woman wearing
sweaters in summer;
are you saying I can
of enduring? Blaze of the red cheek, glory
of the open throat, white,
spotted with crimson.
1. I have never once in my 40 years wanted to read Beowulf–it sounded too boring, too full of men making speeches about their bravery–but there is a new translation out by Maria Headley and, at least in this New Yorker review, it sounds amazing:
“Headley’s version is more of a rewriting than a true translation, reënvisaging the poem for the modern reader rather than transmitting it line for line. It is brash and belligerent, lunatic and invigorating, with passages of sublime poetry punctuated by obscenities and social-media shorthand.”
Seriously, this is a speech about a dude’s bravery I can get behind:
I’m the strongest and the boldest, and the bravest and the best.
Yes: I mean—I may have bathed in the blood of beasts,
netted five foul ogres at once, smashed my way into a troll den
and come out swinging, gone skinny-dipping in a sleeping sea
and made sashimi of some sea monsters.
Anyone who fucks with the Geats? Bro, they have to fuck with me…
Now, I want to test my mettle on Grendel, best him,
a match from man into meat. Just us two,
hand to hand. Sweet.
2. From McSweeney’s: Frog and Toad Tentatively Go Outside After Months In Self-Quarantine.
Toad changed into his work pajamas.
He reached under a pillow for his laptop and opened up his email.
“I have so much work to do,” sighed Toad.
He set his Zoom background to a picture of his room when it was tidy.
“There,” said Toad. “Now I am professional.”