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Editor’s Highlight: “Straight as an Arrow”

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Each week, we’ll highlight great fiction, nonfiction, or poetry from some of the amazing writers at Teen Ink. Check out an excerpt from this week’s selection below:

     It seemed to me as though I shot arrow after arrow after arrow, year after year after year. I shot because I enjoyed the thrill of success. I shot because, for many years, it slowed the hectic pace of life. Everyone searches for inner peace, a perfect balance of the heart, mind, body and soul. Of the few who find it, fewer still have the strength to keep it.

One day I realized that archery had become just another item on my list of things to do. It no longer gave me that sense of balance and peace. As I stood 40 yards from the target, I found focusing long enough to shoot a full round of arrows almost impossible…

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Hilary Kaplan on Angelica Freitas

Yale Working Group in Contemporary Poetry

On Friday, October  8 from 3-5 PM in room 116 of the Whitney Humanities Center the WGCP will be discussing the work of the Brazilian poet Angelica Freitas.  Specifically we will be reading a selection of poems from her book Rilke Shake. Our discussion that day will be shaped by the input of Hilary Kaplan, a WGCP member-at-large and Freitas’ American translator. Hilary’s  terrific essay on translating Freitas is available here: http://digitalartifactmagazine.com/issue2/Translating_Poems_from_Angelica_Freitas_Rilke_shake

The first two paragraphs provide a biography for this poet: Rilke shake (São Paulo: Cosac Naify, 2007), a collection of 45 short poems, is the first book by the young Brazilian poet Angélica Freitas. The title, a pun on milkshake (which in Brazil’s vernacular means just what it does in English), indicates the book’s contents: poetry approached as a shake of languages, words, canonical tradition and a measure of delight, whirred in postmodernity’s ironic blender. The often first-person poems grapple…

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Bargains and a barn

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Last weekend was beautiful. Really beautiful. Not like winter at all here in Maryland, with abundant sunshine and temperatures in the 50s and a glorious hunt of spring to come. (In six more weeks, apparently.)

When we ran out Sunday to complete a Craigslist transaction (always nerve-wracking, but we meet folks in very public locations — and this man turned out not to be a serial killer, thankfully), Spencer and I swung into a local barn renovated to hold . . . well, to hold junk. I don’t know how else to explain it. It’s a combination of a thrift store, salvage shop and last-resort home for stuff no one else wants.

My husband can’t get enough of it.

Spencer leaves no box unturned, no screw unscrewed. A yard sale devotee and serious handyman, Spence loves the thrill of the hunt — and in the dead of winter with…

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Married ladies can have crushes, too

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. . . Well — book crushes, that is.

My earliest relationships weren’t with actual boys, friends. I didn’t manage to catch the eye of the cute kid in math class or Peter Brady or even Daniel, the first boy to earn a sappy valentine in second grade.

They were with book characters.

LoveI fell for bookish leading men long before I dared to express my feelings to any real-life ones. Relationships in my favorite novels taught me about relationships in general, especially in those impressionable teen years, and I feel like I’m a better reader — and person — because of it.

Though I am, in fact, a happily married lady, my devotion to my flesh-and-blood husband does not negate the underlying passion I can feel for literary men. We’ve all been there, right? Sometimes you can’t help but fall into a bottomless pit of yearning for some…

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