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Hugosville

Hugosville The best liked girls leave each year for Butte The plain girls don’t dance. The washed out, weak chinned girls- the ones your mother says are pretty in Sunday clothes- they wouldn’t let you touch them during seven minutes in heaven, so you felt up the jackets and wool coats instead. These girls take on the square shape of their mothers, and Butte gets all the girls with dangerous…

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The Least Important Meal of the Day Pie

More pie charts here.

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much excite!

Anthology #1 - Poetry: Matthea Harvey, Lynn Schmeidler, & Dorothea Lasky

This is the first in a (probably sporadic, definitely occasional) series of readings from our archives collected around a theme. We’re starting off with poetry, with three brilliant readings from our first year of episodes. Matthea Harvey on mermaids, aliens, and new geometries; Lynn Schmeidler on rare neurological disorders and a girl prodigy writer; and Dorothea Lasky on Rome, desire, and the color of stars.

ALSO, AN IMPORTANT PROGRAMMING NOTE: Our website, on which you may in fact be reading this, is now CatapultPodcast.com. Our twitter is now @CatapultPodcast. If you’re already following us on tumblr or twitter, nothing should change. If you’re not following us, what better time than now? Okay, back to the poetry—

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If you’d like to read more

by Matthea:

If the Tabloids Are True What Are You?

“All of these things are poetry” (The Believer)

“Minotaur, No Maze” (Tin House)

by Lynn:

Curiouser and Curiouser

“the chapbook interview: Lynn Scmeidler on research, the brain, and humor” (Laura Madeline Wiseman)

“What My Supermarket Means To Me” (Creative Nonfiction)

by Dorothea:

ROME

“I Want to Be Alive” (Phantom Limb)

“Diet Mountain Dew” (Poetry Northwest)

About the writers:

Matthea Harvey is the author of five books of poetry—If the Tabloids are True What Are You?, Of Lamb (an illustrated erasure with images by Amy Jean Porter), Modern Life (a finalist for the National Book Critics Cirlcle Award and a New York Times Notable Book), Sad Little Breathing Machine and Pity the Bathtub Its Forced Embrace of the Human Form. She has also published two children’s books, Cecil the Pet Glacier, illustrated by Giselle Potter and The Little General and the Giant Snowflake, illustrated by Elizabeth Zechel. She teaches poetry at Sarah Lawrence and lives in Brooklyn.

Lynn Schmeidler’s prose has appeared or is forthcoming in The Southern Review, The Georgia Review, Opium Magazine, Southeast Review, Mid-American Review, Brevity and other literary magazines. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee in fiction. Her poetry appears or is forthcoming in Fence, Cider Press Review,SLABand Saw Palm, as well as various anthologies including Drawn to Marvel: Poems from the Comic Books (Minor Arcana Press), Mischief, Caprice and Other Poetic Strategies (Red Hen Press), Out of Sequence: The Sonnets Remixed (Parlor Press), and Bared (Les FemmesFolles Books). Her chapbook of poems based on rare neurological disorders entitled, Curiouser & Curiouser won the 2013 Grayson Books Chapbook Contest. She has taught at various centers for at-risk youth, The Writers Studio in NYC, the Hudson Valley Writers Center in Sleepy Hollow, NY, and The Wild Geese Writers Studio in her living room.

Dorothea Lasky is the author of four books of poetry, most recently ROME (W.W. Norton/Liveright, 2014), as well as Thunderbird, Black Life, AWE, all out from Wave Books. She is the co-editor of Open the Door: How to Excite Young People About Poetry (McSweeney’s, 2013) and several chapbooks, including Poetry is Not a Project (Ugly Duckling Presse, 2010). Currently, she is an Assistant Professor of Poetry at Columbia University’s School of the Arts and lives in New York City. dorothealasky.com

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“Horsemanning, or fake beheading, was a popular way to pose in a photograph in the 1920’s. Sometimes spelled horsemaning, the horsemanning photo fad derives its name from the Headless Horseman, a character from “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.”

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The British Library Puts 1,000,000 Images into the Public Domain, Making Them Free to Reuse & Remix

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who is this man and how do I send him a tea basket?

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The perks of being a wildlife photographer.

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Anatomy of a Fox

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what your foreign language study says about you

spanish: you are trying to fulfill a requirement

french: you run a hipster blog and are far too defensive of the french language

latin: you value academia very highly but you value dick jokes more

ancient greek: like latin except you also hate yourself

old english: you care way too much about lord of the rings

russian: you are russian

italian: you are a naïve, romantic writer and you want to be a wine connoisseur (when you turn 21)

german: you are an intellectual overachiever who carries a heavy burden of existential angst

finnish: you just really like grammar for some reason

japanese: either you live entirely for challenges or you're weaboo trash there isn't much of an in-between

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It is literally impossible to pick a favorite sensate but I have discovered how to differentiate between types of favorite. It’s called, “Which one would you call immediately if a thing happened?”

Nomi’s the one I would call like, “You will never guess what a straight white man said to me today. What is with people? Can I just live?” and she’d be like, “Oh that reminds me, come to the protest this week.”

Riley’s the one I’d call like, “Road trip?” because her answer would always be yes and she’d bring her own mind-altering substances. All our stories would end with, “And that’s why we’re not allowed back in [whatever place].”

Sun’s the one I’d call when I’m like, ‘This is probably stupid but I’m having a panic attack,” and she’d be like, “It’s not stupid,” and then talk about unrelated stuff til I calmed down.

Capheus is the one I’m calling like, “Let’s watch the entire Fast and Furious series in one go,” because he’d be SO down. He’d bring pizza and show up in his pajamas.

Kala’s the one I want to have endless snarky text conversations and inside jokes with. She’s the one I call like, “So in episode three of Conspiracy Theories the Liquor Store Clerk Has Shared With Me,” and she’s like, “Oh god not again.”

Lito’s the one I’m calling when I had a bad day like, “What is the deal with people?” and he’d have a thoughtful answer about why people live as if happiness is finite and must be stolen from others. Then offer to take me to a bar.

Wolfgang is the one I’d call like, “I’m bored, wanna drink a bunch of liquor and go skinny-dipping in the lake?” and he’d be like, “If you get naked I’m gonna hit that and we’ll be arrested for public indecency. Obviously the answer is yes.” The thirst is real, y’all.

I wouldn’t call Will. Will would call ME and remind me that he’s having a cookout this weekend, I need to take my vitamins, and, “I know what you and Wolfgang are doing, please use a condom because you know he’s got Dad Issues and shouldn’t be one just yet.” Because Will is a dad.