A Clean, Well-Lighted Place

I'm a Midwestern grad student and pilgrim who now reads and writes in the West. I'm a conversationalist and a walker. You can reach me here: jreed1490@gmail.com

I also once wrote a blog about my time living in Mexico for five months which you can find here:

excerptsfrommytraveljournal.tumblr.com

It was always clear to me that I would have to earn my readers, some I would have to find, some to create. No reader owes me anything—I am owed nothing for my noble efforts, because my writing was always unconditional, always coming out of inner necessity. Another way to say it: I don’t care what other books are like, bad or not. I am going to keep doing this. I cannot be stopped.

—Alexsander Hemon (via mttbll)

(Source: believermag.com, via mttbll)

CUTBANK REVIEWS: Black Aperture by Matt Rasmussen

A review I wrote of a fantastic book of poems by Matt Rasmussen. It got a lot of attention last year and was up for a lot of awards, but if, a few months after the fact, you still haven’t gotten to this one: it’s worth the time you’ll spend re-reading it.

I learn by going where I have to go

It’s been a long time since I’ve been on here, but I’ve been busy working. I’ve been writing lots, reading lots, finishing my master’s, and visiting the Midwest for the first time in a year. I return to Montana on Sunday after getting to join the family Christmas, and while the writing has momentarily abated since returning to Michigan, I feel more myself than I have in a while - I’m excited to return. I’m hoping good things are coming, and I’m going to be trying for them - I’ll keep you updated.

Exciting news is that I have a piece published, a personal essay you can find here, about my experience walking the Camino de Santiago in Spain with my friends from college the summer before last. For now, good luck out there on the walking, and hopefully I’ll be checking in here more often.

Each language is a dictionary of faded metaphors.

—Jean Paul

I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.