A journal of rediscovery
– The staff of Poor Yorick: A Journal of Rediscovered Objects is proud to announce our launch on October 15! The premiere of the journal will include 12 pieces, including: a poem about a real-life hoax so bold even P.T. Barnum was jealous; an essay about the ancient legends surrounding
– We want to see where Poor Yorick can travel! We will post Poor Yorick in the variety of locations on Instagram. Please cut out a Poor Yorick skull with a little handle, and when you come across objects or locations of historical and cultural significance, snap a picture and email
– Last month, I heard about a papermaking demonstration hosted by Yale’s Beinecke Library. Papermaking seemed like the perfect lost art for PY to check out. Paper, after all, is the unsung cornerstone of most things literary and artistic. That the demonstrators would use historic techniques and human powered machines sweetened
– Charles Bukowski’s Post Office (1971) chronicles Hank Chinaski’s misadventures as a postal worker and the poverty, alcoholism, and bureaucracy that fray his middle years. Sure, it’s a book about a hard-luck drunk written in spartan chapters, a book revered by hipsters. But from the closet of Bukowski’s hardboiled antihero
Continue readingFlashes of the Past: Bukowski and his Closeted Intellectual
Town greens are a piece of history that lie in many European and colonial American towns. Some are forgotten stretches of grass you may pass on your way to work. The green in Lebanon, CT is one such place. It is steeped in rich, deep history. The Lebanon green is
– The Poor Yorick staff has been searching through their bookshelves trying to find their oldest books. We started a little competition among our staff which led to a contest for our readers. We want to see your oldest book. Search your shelves and snap a photo. Send your photo
– Cars whiz by going fifty to sixty miles per hour down High Ridge Road in North Stamford. The road serves as a main conduit for working people living in exclusive northern neighborhoods to get to their corporate jobs in Stamford or to catch a train into New York City.
When my aunt moved from Boston to San Diego this spring, she dropped off a trunk of old books on my porch. Great, I thought. More stuff to fill my 1,000-sqft house, where storage space is already at a premium. But I had some options. I could unload them—either donate
– I grew up in a rural town in eastern Connecticut. One of the fascinating parts of the rural landscape are the miles and miles of old stone walls. As an adult, I moved to a suburban town in Connecticut where most of the stone walls are recent additions and
Poor Yorick is launching a book review section called “Flashes of the Past” in an effort to find literature, art, and material culture lost to time. The inspiration for this came from Faulkner’s review of The Old Man and the Sea in the third issue of Shenandoah. Like many
Continue readingFlashes of the Past: Fragile Control of the Mind