Author Archives: ashleighlou
Pressure valve
Would I have to carry the inflatable Spider-Man around with me at home, or only when in public? Both. You must carry it around at all times. —‘FAQ for Entering an Agreement to be Paid $5000 Per Month for Life … Continue reading
Bird Brain
I can talk for a long time only when it’s about something boring.—Lydia Davis. Years ago I was rushing to work on a rainy day. I was in the first few weeks of a new job. I wasn’t used … Continue reading
… hello
It’s been the longest time since I’ve posted anything on my blog, and I’m feeling guilty about it, but I guess not guilty enough to do anything properly about it. I now think about this blog in the same way … Continue reading
Driving
They tell me any idiot can do it and I tell them I’m not just any idiot, I am specific. Even when my lungs are bursting – properly bursting like things dragged up by that Russian deep-sea fisherman I keep … Continue reading
On working, writing, and doubting
I wrote this speech for an event at the Michael King Writers Centre in November. The event was called ‘The Business of Writing: Making a Living Through Words’. I was super scared to say my speech, partly because it was … Continue reading
The winning Jerry poems
It has been extremely difficult to choose the winners of this giveaway competition. It was so difficult that I’ve decided to give up further book vouchers so that I could award further prizes. It’s book voucher season! Unfortunately Jerry was … Continue reading
The ‘too many books in the world’ giveaway
I’ve never done a ‘giveaway’ before, partly because it seems like only proper bloggers do giveaways, and partly because I don’t normally have things to give away, but because this year I have been paid for a few bits and … Continue reading
Your soul is confirmed
Before I set off from the States this morning I was feeling like one last American-ish experience so I decided to do SoulCycle, a spinning class that combines motivational yelling with intense – I would say dangerously intense, at times … Continue reading
Octopus v.2
I’m over in the States for the Windham-Campbell festival at Yale (Knausgaard!) and the Brooklyn Book Festival (Philip Lopate! Elif Batuman! Ann Powers! (whose Good Booty I’ve just started reading, on Fergus B’s recommendation, and it’s GREAT)). I’m here a few … Continue reading
Octopus
it’s like genitals I want to show you all these tiny parts but I’m public public public (from a poem called ‘Rewriting’ by Eileen Myles, in Sorry, Tree (2007) I was walking to work the other day in heavy rain. … Continue reading
