Say you are walking along the seashore—that place where land and water seam together—and when you could have stopped, you keep on walking, because you are alone. Continue reading . . . “Is This Pressure or Erasure?”
This Saturday, starting at 1 PM, some of the Curator’s staff will be hosting a poetry reading in Juniata County, Pennsylvania, at Kirkland’s Haven and Organic Gardens, an off-the-grid homestead in Appalachian Pennsylvania. Continue reading . . . “Poetry Reading: 7/18”
Here’s the latest on Literature Camp 2020, which we’re planning to hold, Lord willing, the weekend of July 31st to August 2nd. Continue reading . . . “Come to Lit Camp!”
An Explication of Emily Dickinson’s Poem “Because I Could Not Stop for Death” Continue reading . . . “Toward Eternity”
Leaf 2020—Last Call for Submissions
We thought we should remind you that the deadline for Leaf 2020 submissions is May 1st. That’s three more days to submit stories, poems, and artworks for this year’s issue of the Leaf! Continue reading . . . “Leaf 2020—Last Call for Submissions”
The following lines come from part IV of “East Coker,” the second poem in T. S. Eliot’s Four Quartets: Continue reading . . . “A Good Friday with Mr. Eliot”
Notice sometime our fraught relationship with language. Life has pressing mysteries, and words brush past them, sometimes soothing, sometimes rubbing. Expression is our compulsion, but any hope of completing the project is doomed, if not damned. Continue reading . . . “Poets in the Well”
Poetry Readings, December Through March
Below is the information for our next few poetry readings. Please note that there will be none in December and that the reading in January will be on the second Saturday rather than the first. Continue reading . . . “Poetry Readings, December Through March”
It is a great relief to be divinely commanded to do something you want to do but haven’t because deep down you feel like you didn’t have a good enough excuse. Continue reading . . . “Thankfulness Theory”
Poets seem quite comfortable with the inexplicable. On the Curator, the word “mystery” appears baldly on every third page, and furtively on half the rest. Continue reading . . . “Edify”
The study of art today connects our era to almost every other civilization which has left any kind of record. Thus, by study of the arts, and specifically literature, the art world strives to create a binding force which celebrates inclusivity and diversity. Continue reading . . . “Becoming a Musical Fool”
This is just a reminder that we will be meeting on Saturday from 6-8 pm at the Midtown Scholar Bookstore for our next poetry reading. You can find the Midtown Scholar at 1302 N 3rd St, Harrisburg, PA. We hope to see you there. Continue reading . . . “Poetry Reading on Saturday!”
I think most of us who have made a sustained search after Beauty, who have deeply longed for wholeness and restoration, can testify that there is a cost. Continue reading . . . “Flame, Alive, Compelling”
Here, five of the Curator editors each share a line or two about the last five books they’ve read. If you need inspiration for selecting your next read, you might find some here. Continue reading . . . “What We’ve Been Reading”
The general predicament in which humanity finds itself is accepting and living well within the sorrows and limits of temporospatial reality. By “reality” I mean something that is synonymous with “life” in its common usage: Continue reading . . . “The Vale of Soul Making”
Jeff Gundy: Some Mennonite/s Writing
Jeff Gundy discusses several Mennonite writers and the circumstances that influenced them.
Continue reading . . . “Jeff Gundy: Some Mennonite/s Writing”
Ill-form’d, but Offspring Nonetheless
The common view of Puritanism today is itself nearly as harsh as it presumes Puritanism to have been. The word brings to mind stiff clothes, witch hunts, long sermons preached by sour-faced ministers, and all manner of like detestable practices. Continue reading . . . “Ill-form’d, but Offspring Nonetheless”
By communion, in communion, for communion we are created, to know and be known.
If only we could speak freely from the heart; our hearts lay bare all the mind; our minds share the highest and lowest, strangest and simplest, purest desire. Continue reading . . . “Universal Secret”
Carita Keim: Wendell Berry and a Sense of Place
An examination of the way our home places affect our writing.
Continue reading . . . “Carita Keim: Wendell Berry and a Sense of Place”
Dear readers,The Curator’s blog posts have been, until now, almost exclusively written by our editors. What a shame!
Our hope for our blog is that it can provide a forum for us and our readers to think in community. Continue reading . . . “Blog Post Submissions Needed”
