The Passing of Time
A Mash-Up Gonzo Book Review of Afterglow (A Dog Memoir) by David Olimpio.
Read MorePosted by David Olimpio | Oct 19, 2017 | Book Reviews
A Mash-Up Gonzo Book Review of Afterglow (A Dog Memoir) by David Olimpio.
Read MorePosted by David Olimpio | Aug 15, 2016 | The Attic
I guess this might seem like a weird story to tell as part of my blog post for the Atticus Review. But look, online literary journals like this one and the many other great ones out there are full of human connections. They’re full of strangers becoming less strange, talking about their identities that they sometimes leave behind in various inconvenient places while taking photos of pretty turtles. And everybody just hoping to be in the right place at the right time for somebody else. I mean, let’s just do this shit as much as possible, you guys.
Read MorePosted by David Olimpio | Aug 8, 2016 | The Attic
Last night, I watched Katie Ledecky summarily win Gold in the 400 Freestyle in Rio, beating her own world record (made earlier in the day) by nearly two seconds and beating the next closest swimmer by five seconds. I’m still sweating just thinking about it. After the race, Ledecky told an interviewer beside the pool that she knew she would win and get the time she did because the swim she’d made earlier that morning had felt good and she knew she had more in her. It’s inspiring witnessing athletes at the top of their game. It’s inspiring to witness that level of confidence in one’s own abilities, a confidence that isn’t cocky, but instead is just calm and knowing and comes from hours and hours of practice.
My God, the Olympic Games have been a welcome dose of positivity in a summer that has been filled with unrelenting negativity. In a world that seems broken by bravado and bluster, the athletes at the games offer a humble antidote.
On that note, here’s what’s coming up this week at Atticus Review…
Read MorePosted by David Olimpio | Aug 1, 2016 | The Attic
It’s a wet one here in Northern New Jersey. I’m writing this morning from a dark, dimly lit room, listening to Waits’ Rain Dogs next to two dogs reined in by the inclement weather, two dogs who’d much rather be wrestling in the waterlogged earth outside then lying restless on the dry couch next to me. Rain is one of dog’s first lessons in unfairness. Rain is the inner-torment-fallen-strawberry-ice-cream-cone.
We have a great week coming up at Atticus Review. More on that, and also this thought from poet Naomi Shihab Nye: “You are living in a poem.”
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