Archive for May, 2009|Monthly archive page

A Letter About A Bomb

In Post History, Post Moment on May 22, 2009 at 9:50 am



Past Post

In Letter Writing, Post in the World on May 22, 2009 at 9:43 am

Stephen Fry wrote a letter to his 16 year old self. It starts,

I hope you are well. I know you are not.

And his letter has begun a whole raft of readers’ letters to their past selves. It seems like a savvy thing to do – a way to bring a Proust-y kind of remembrance in to your every day life. Why not have a go yourself?

One thing I did once was write to my Self a year later. I hid the letter in an envelope between some old books. It truly was a surprise when I came across the letter one whole year later (it was a letter for later), as planned. In it, I said things like: “You don’t like this and this and this – so change.” And – strangely – the things had changed.

The next day, my ceiling fell in.

A Letter Making Party

In Letter Writing, Post Event, Post in the World on May 17, 2009 at 9:18 am


Like Being Mailed Into Space

In Letters and Poems on May 12, 2009 at 11:36 am


Like Talking To A Real Wall

In Letter Writing, Post in the World on May 9, 2009 at 2:41 pm

Thanks to Andy, from My Real Wall, who has been in touch. Countering Facebook (he says he closed his account down), Andy has begun a project to photograph his wall. Each day a new thing is pinned up – and the whole wall documented. You can send things too! It’s as if Facebook came after this – but it didn’t. i.e. postmodernism is over. What’s next?

Your Last Letter Helped

In Letters and Poems on May 9, 2009 at 2:23 pm

Following the article poet David Morley wrote for Post Letters, we begin our quest to archive Letters and Poems. Here, Robert Lowell uses a technique he developed over many years – of “lifting” phrases from letters sent directly to him for his poems. You can read more about the making of this poem in Colm Toibin’s recent and, as ever, brilliant (in the true meaning) article for the London Review of Books.

For Elizabeth Bishop 3. Letter with Poems for Letter with Poems

“You are right to worry, only please DON’T,
though I’m pretty worried myself. I’ve somehow got
into the worst situation I’ve ever
had to cope with. I can’t see the way out.
Cal, have you ever gone through caves?
I did in Mexico, and hated them.
I haven’t done the famous one near here…
Finally after hours of stumbling along,
you see daylight ahead, a faint blue glimmer;
air never looked so beautiful before.
That is what I feel I’m waiting for:
a faintest glimmer I am going to get out
somehow alive from this. Your last letter helped,
like being mailed a lantern or a spiked stick.