2012 — The Monarch Review — Page 2
The Monarch Drinks With Chuck Klosterman
Tuesday, November 27, 2012 12:16 — 0 Comments
“Bigger assholes than writers?” I ask.
Feel The Cosmos – The Hoot Hoots
Monday, November 26, 2012 7:45 — 0 Comments
Once The Hoot Hoots are upon you, you can’t shake them. With their newest offering, Feel the Cosmos, Seattle’s very best owl-themed band continues to create music that makes keeping still a losing proposition. It’s dancy, it’s fresh, and, by golly, it just never quits. Their sound is their very own – equal parts lyrical whimsy, 64-bit synths, and silly yet ponderous lyrics. This time though, it’s more mature – a grown-up version of our composite inner child’s theme song. Add the quintet’s musical talent to their irresistible friendly and kind personas, and you get a band that audiences can’t […]
Sneaking – Treg Isaacson
Tuesday, November 20, 2012 12:32 — 1 Comment
Clare and I couldn’t leave after we’d dropped him off so we drove around campus and parked in a lot, hiked a small trail overlooking the practice fields. We pushed through trees, looking out for poison oak, often sliding backwards one step for every two we took up the leaf-strewn hill in our flip-flops, so that we could peek over a fence during his first day with the other boys. I told her we couldn’t stay too long, that we couldn’t let anyone see us, that the other players would tease him. I made her leave before she was ready. […]
Inside Stuff – Open Mike Eagle’s 4NML Hsptl
Thursday, November 15, 2012 13:04 — 0 Comments
Back in 2010, L.A. rapper Open Mike Eagle released his first full-length album Unapologetic Art Rap, which contained one of the best singles I’ve ever heard, called, “I Rockâ€. The album’s name is a testament to Mike’s approach to his music – intelligent and meticulously planned art, with no apologies for his progressive way of tackling rap. For all you Seattleites, think Macklemore meets Shabazz Palaces.
Kaila Farrell-Smith
Tuesday, November 13, 2012 19:51 — 2 Comments
Kaila travels in a world of the in between. Where a cultural past weaves the passage of her future. Tied so strongly to the history of her ancestors she and her work become a bridge, an intermediate, bringing the past into the present in a visceral way. I have always imagined that the prolific manner in which Kaila often works might be motivated by something almost outside of her. Like a whisper in the ear that itches to form a sentence, urgently dancing on the tongue as it waits to be told. This push of inspiration creates a timeless and […]
13 Years Ago – Ahamefule J. Oluo
Tuesday, November 13, 2012 14:06 — 1 Comment
13 years ago, on my 16th birthday, my grandpa handed me a beautifully wrapped package.  It was the size of a cake box and weighed a little less than a six-pack of bottled soda. My grandpa was never one to give elaborate presents but the intricate wrapping job and shiny bow gave me hope that this might be something substantial. I eagerly opened my gift. Inside I found wads of crumpled newspapers cushioning 6 empty soda bottles that had been placed in the box to add weight…and, at the bottom of the box, the thing that every 16 year old wants to see on his birthday, a key chain. Typically key chains are good because typically key chains have keys […]
Nothing Like It Before – Tyrel Kessinger
Monday, November 12, 2012 13:28 — 0 Comments
We were spoiled by the meeknessÂ
Brand New Pearly Whites – T.C. Jones
Tuesday, November 6, 2012 12:41 — 0 Comments
Can #1 His mouth is dry, always dry. Gritty, lacking the needed saliva, like eating sand. Jerry Donaldson, a fierce and lonely middle aged man with pallid bloodshot eyes and the creased face of a factory worker, shifts his rusty pick-up truck into park and almost forgets to take the keys from the ignition as he rushes to open the door. The Wal-Mart parking lot is deserted in the late hours of the sultry summer night except for a handful of vehicles near the entrance and an obese woman, well over two hundred pounds, pushing her cart and wearing a […]
Fibonacci, Bread, Mathematics, And Some Mention Of Sardines And Poetry – Mark Ari
Monday, November 5, 2012 15:41 — 3 Comments
Fibonacci, frustrated by a career of mathematical obsession on the question of spirals and how they got that way, gave it all up, opened an Italian bakery and invented the lovely grilled bread—crusty and dipped in herbed garlic—that came to bear his name. Alas, it was the favorite frippery of Mussolini so, when Caesar met his meat hook, Fibonacci bread was cast into the shadow of repressed history. For a time, it could be found, though rarely, in small bakeries operated out of homes in Sicilian villages and Portuguese sailor bars where it was quite naturally served with spinach and […]
The answer isn't poetry, but rather language
- Richard Kenney