2014 — The Monarch Review — Page 10
Three (but really Six) Songs To The Head vol. 14
Monday, August 11, 2014 10:42 — 0 Comments
Hello and welcome back to Three Songs to the Head where we share three (but this time six!) songs that moved us, three (six!) songs we love, three (six1) songs we can’t get out of our heads! Today, we’re featuring Lydia Ramsey, Sebastian and the Deep Blue, In Cahoots, The Mama Rags, Susy Sun and Theoretics. Enjoy!Â
A Lesson in Parataxis Provided By Mary Collins And Faithfully Transcribed by Jim Brantingham
Monday, August 11, 2014 9:49 — 1 Comment
Mary was a bartender. On this afternoon she brought a half liter of beer to each of two guys at the bar. Introductions were made.
Women Against Street Harassment: Relinquishing Victimhood for Light – Piper Daniels
Thursday, August 7, 2014 9:09 — 0 Comments
I’d like to begin, if I may, with an act of imagination.
An Interview With Liza Keckler Of Screaming Flea
Wednesday, August 6, 2014 11:28 — 0 Comments
Screaming Flea’s VP of program development, Liza Keckler, graced The Monarch with some time to chat about her company’s strategies, how they work with the city of Seattle to produce content and how Skype is ruining her day!
Monarch Podcast #10 – I’m So Wasted!
Tuesday, August 5, 2014 21:21 — 0 Comments
Members of the band Kithkin, Mindie Lind of Seattle band Inly and local podcaster Aaron Mason tell tales of their first time getting drunk and/or high – they’re so wasted, man!
The Man Who Couldn’t Hold His Own Cigarette – Timothy Schirmer
Monday, August 4, 2014 10:05 — 1 Comment
It used to be that whenever I lit a cigarette, this man I was sleeping with would smoke half of it without it ever leaving my fingers. He would take hold of my wrist and bring the cigarette up to his parted lips like a child taking a big sip from a straw that led into a cup his mother was holding.  At parties, people thought this was something to talk about, how the man I slept with didn’t like to hold his own cigarettes.  A woman I didn’t know remarked, “What happens when your girlfriend is away? I mean, […]
For Palestine – Mindie Lind
Thursday, July 31, 2014 13:06 — 0 Comments
Mindie Lind’s band Inly leaves us Monarchians in chills, sweats, tears, love. So when she reached out to us to say she’d written a new song, of course we were eager to hear it. Not only that, but its message is of peace – a resolution toward understanding the simple facts: don’t you know we’re here to die; don’t you know we’re here to live? Mindie provided a little language as to why she wrote this particular song, which you can read, hear, digest, love, below.Â
Jay-Z and Beyonce – Shaun Scott
Thursday, July 31, 2014 11:19 — 0 Comments
As the twin towers of American cultural capitalism in the 21st century stood tall in Seattle’s Safeco Field last night, I imagine they felt something like the Seattle Mariners will when they return from their 6-game road trip to that same stadium: “Here we are. What’s next?†A 162-game baseball season that spans 3 seasons probably isn’t that different from a summer tour with 20 dates in 35+ days—at some point, rote professionalism overrides performance anxiety, and histrionic proceedings boil down to hitting one’s marks. Fielding a routine groundball to 3rd base that takes a tricky hop really isn’t all […]
Women Against Street Harassment: A Call for Solidarity – Piper Daniels
Tuesday, July 29, 2014 8:55 — 8 Comments
It’s ten p.m. on a Monday at my local supermarket, and I’ve come in all my armor: yoga pants and an oversized Dyke March t-shirt, flip-flops, ponytail, no makeup. I have in my possession a ten-dollar bill, pepper spray, a pocketknife, and keys, which I lace through my fingers to create an additional weapon. And just to be clear, this is not a so-called bad neighborhood or, say, the zombie apocalypse. I’m merely a woman gathering breakfast ingredients. I’ve parked in a well-lit spot closest to the exit and remain hyper-aware of my surroundings. In my interactions with others, I […]
Timber! 2014 – Caleb Thompson
Sunday, July 27, 2014 13:29 — 0 Comments
A winding drive around the north side of Lake Washington and into Carnation. Pete’s Grill and Bar for a pint and a decent Reuben, and then it’s on to check-in. The usual suspects at parking, two attendants in bright orange vests. There’s some confusion about whether or not I get a free parking pass. The confusion is probably my fault, but I’m not even sure about that.
The answer isn't poetry, but rather language
- Richard Kenney
