Friendship-Slut

Written By: literary - Apr• 23•14
A Shakespearean sonnet for Shakespeare’s 450th birthday 

she thinks maybe you don’t just give friendship

hold it until you know it will be hugged

valued at its most priceless price, not tipped

like shit from high ledges to thud, or lugged

 

with strain and pain, pity received but not

returned. To make it seem worth pearls one must

dangle it like a diamond bright, give thought

to every drop of soul you show and just

 

give it so slow. Don’t trust the people clear,

a friendship-slut you will sadly appear.

 

Samantha Emily Evans Copyright 2014

Happy Birthday Charlotte Brontë!

Written By: literary - Apr• 21•14

April 21, 2014

Dear Charlotte Brontë,

Happy Birthday! I can’t believe you’re turning 198 years old, and yet your books are still classics. You are one of my role models. Your strength as a female in the 19th century, and your ambitious publishing desires are an inspiration. It must have been so difficult, especially at that time.

Happy Birthday Charlotte I am also in awe of your close family relationship. I can’t believe you and Emily and Anne all became famous and well respected writers, as well as female writers. I am so very sorry for the tragedy of your life, and your all too soon death. You are such a passionate person, at least from what I’ve read. Jane Eyre will always be in my heart and my mind. Your character Jane really resounded with me, the tragicness of her life and her passionate love for Mr. Rochester. I even enjoyed the movies.

Sincerely,

The Literary Pixie

Liberty lends us her wings and Hope guides us by her star.

- Charlotte Brontë

2 Days 2 Dinners in Istanbul

Written By: literary - Apr• 17•14

2 Days 2 Dinners in Istanbul

This past spring break, I found myself falling in love with Istanbul. The chaoticness connected with my soul, and the coffee cult playing backgammon in the cafes hit a chord within me. I was pretty sure that I was never going to come back to St. Andrews. We, my friend Olivia and I, lost ourselves in the hustle and bustle of the streets, the call to prayer five times a day, the tiny cups of tea, the rich history and architecture, and the fresh turkish cuisine.

Istanbul is often used as a layover on the way to Africa, and thus, here are two dinners not to miss.

Dinner #1

Ficcin, located in Beyoglu just off Istiklal CD, is a local turkish restaurant. It has five restaurants all located on the same small side street, and all are filled with people, both tourists and locals. We saw four turkish men taking a photo at their table, and if turkish men think Ficcin is great, then it must be great. The menu was printed on a plain A4 piece of paper in English and Turkish, all traditional turkish dishes. We had grape leaves (we’re obsessed), Circassian meat ravioli in a yogurt sauce, and meatballs on a zucchini mash, a specialty. Everything was fantastic. The grape leaves were delicious. While narrow, they were filled with rice and had a nice cinnamon and mint flavor to them. The meat ravioli in a yogurt sauce came with three bowls of spices to be mixed into the sauce. I enjoyed testing out the spices until the flavor was just right (not that I know anything about turkish spices). The ravioli was cooked perfectly and the yogurt sauce created a very turkish feel to a traditional Italian dish. And if you are vegetarian, they had a potato ravioli that we heard was also incredible. The meatballs with zucchini mash were quite a surprise, as we had never had zucchini mash. It was both buttery and flavorful, and we both decided that had underestimated the zucchini. We were so taken by the food, that we decided to order dessert. I had a quince with milk pudding on top that was fruity and sweet. Everything was so fresh and local, and the price on top of that, made this meal one of our favorites.

Dinner #2

Another restaurant not to miss is Dalti Maya. A small, three-floor turkish restaurant in Cihangir with a creative vegan, vegetarian, and gluten free friendly menu, Dalti Maya was a beautiful hole-in-the-wall with such personality. The restaurant front was very small, just a large window, a cash register, an oven with a selection of baked goods. We ordered from the menu, written in Turkish on the chalkboard and in small printed menus in English, and headed up the stairs (there was no seating on the ground floor). We passed through the kitchen on the second floor, the chefs smiled at us, on our to the seating area. The seating area had lovely windows looking out over a square, large pale wood tables with golden lighting and bookshelves. It had a homey, hippie vibe that was emphasized by the tea bar. On the wall there were shelves filled with loose leaf tea and reusable tea strainers with a handwritten note, ‘Make your own loose-leaf tea, just ask us for a larger mug’. Just next to this beauty, was a self-service turkish tea station, with free refills. We sat there in absolute paradise, discussing our perfect dinner party. The food arrived, and it was so very fresh and interesting. We ordered an Armenian specialty that was a garbanzo bean paste with flavors that was very interesting and spicy kebabs that were alive on our tongues. They forgot to bring our salad, but we forgave them. The whole experience had been just too magical, and we left happy knowing that a place like Datli Maya existed in the world.

After these two very different, yet divine, Turkish dining experiences, Istanbul had won over our hearts, by winning over our stomachs.

2 Days 2 Dinners in Budapest

Written By: literary - Apr• 17•14

2 Days, 2 Dinners in Budapest

Over winter break, on my way back from Birthright in Israel (yo- I’m Jewish smakka), I got two beautiful days in Budapest with my friend. I had never been to Budapest before, neither had anyone else in my family. I was the first Evans, placing our flag on the Chain Bridge. Budapest was ‘budaful’, as we kept repeating obnoxiously as we walked down the gothic streets that reminded us of a time when the Austro-Hungarian Empire was the greatest in the world.  I fell in love with Budapest, and would one day like to live there. There was so much culture, so much history, so much great food, and it was all so cheap!

I had heard that Budapest was ‘the Paris of Eastern Europe’, but I didn’t believe it until I was there, walking up Andrassy Avenue that looked very much like the Champs Elyse, but sadder. But the culture, the food, the Hungarians- they were very much happy and alive.

Dinner #1

You need to go to Bors Gastrobar on Kazcinsky Street for some Hungarian street food and their syrups. Seriously, the menu was invigorating, written in chalk all over the walls. There was so much choice, and everything was so cheap! Our order was taken by a friendly man named William who asked us if we had a ‘name or a nickname’ to collect our order. While we were waiting, we looked around at the pictures on the wall, and realized that the very person who had taken our order, and the other person behind him who was cooking were the guys from the pictures on the wall. There was such a feeling of passion and community in this gastrobar, a group of friends’ endeavor to live their dream. And you could taste it in the food and smell it wafting out onto the street. I had a ‘mojky way’ sandwich- roasted duck liver with William’s pear mix and caramelized onion jam with elderberry- and Sangmin had the borsgdog- homemade onion jam, tomato, spicy white sausage, and cheese. To drink, I had a blackberry pepper soda. There was a pork brain sandwich, but we were too scared. It will always be our one regret.

IMG_1337Dinner #2

The next restaurant you need to go to is Nemo. Situated outside the Mammut Shopping Center in a cellar, Nemo is a delightful surprise. We almost walked past it, but luckily we were looking for it. Down the stairs into a white wash fishbowl, we were mistaken for Hungarian’s (telling you how straight up un-touristy this place is) and sat for a bit staring at the menu. Sangmin ordered a glass of lemonade, and it was beautiful. It came in a tall glass with chunks of lemon, lime, and orange at the top. It was bubbly. We ordered the Nemo Burger- a salmon burger- and the cod wrap, although they are known for their Fish and Chips (but we have the number 1 fish and chips in Scotland, so we didn’t bother). They were both devastatingly amazing. After I finished the wrap, I could barely talk. I was just so flabbergasted that it could be this good, and this cheap. The salmon burger was tender and delicious, but the cod wrap, the cod wrap, was a flavorful, spicy, crunchy fish wrap. It was all too much.

That night we walked back slowly along Andrassy to Njoy Hostel, taking in the crumbling brick buildings next to modern McDonalds, the beautiful view of the Danube and the Parliament building.

We said good-bye to the lions, and dreamt of the next time we would be in Budapest.

Quote: Oscar Wilde

Written By: literary - Apr• 15•14

To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance. 

- Oscar Wilde

My Own Valentine

Written By: literary - Feb• 14•14

By Samantha Emily Evans

 

I will be my own valentine

I will write myself love notes and leave them in places all over my room

I will buy myself beautiful red roses just because I want to

I will give myself seductive chocolate truffles to excite my senses

I will gift myself a teddy bear to remind myself,

That Somebody cares.

I will take myself out to dinner, order red wine, and woo myself senseless

 

Later that night, I will make love to myself,

Hold myself in my arms

And murmur to myself,

I will always love you.

 

 

Copyright Samantha Emily Evans 2014

 

Rapper: Lil’ Clitty

Written By: literary - Feb• 01•14

On Saturday, February 1st, I got the incredible opportunity to meet and interview Lil’ Clitty, an up-and-coming female rapper. I’ll let her introduce herself-

Click and listen here: Lil’ Clitty

Lil'Clitty HAMLiterary Pixie: So, Lil’ Clitty, what do you rap about? You are not a traditional rapper, talking about ‘hoes and shit’.

Lil’ Clitty: Well, I rap about anything really that comes into my head- even ‘hoes and shit’. See, I want to break the stereotypical boundaries of rap. Mostly, I rap about girl troubles, and being lonely. Or about wearing socks with tights on as well. My ‘mission statement’, I guess, is to rap about ‘middle-class white girl problems’.

Literary Pixie: Here at Literary Pixie, we can relate to that. It really sucks that ‘middle-class white girl problems’ are not taken seriously.

Lil’ Clitty: Exactly. We should take everyone’s problems seriously, because it really is all relative!

Literary Pixie: How do you feel about the controversy over Lorde’s song ‘Royals’, and the concept that she is basically singing about ‘middle class white girl’ problems, and the Yahoo Sketch comedy video?

Lil’ Clitty: Personally, I think it’s quite a sad song. It does show the middle class shallowness, and the huge trend in our society of just wanting fame and parties. Facebook and other Social Media sites make it even easier to be  famous- or at least feel famous. It’s like Rebecca Black’s song ‘Saturday’, and how sadly it pretty accurately demonstrates our culture at the moment.

Literary Pixie: Who would you say your inspirations are?

Lil’ Clitty: Shout out to Lil’ Dicky, who really inspired my name. He raps about ‘white middle class jewish’ male problems, and he raps the shit out of them. Also, Lilly Allen.

Literary: Well, thank you very much for speaking with me Lil’ Clitty. It has been truly pleasurable (if you get what I mean).

Lil’ Clitty will be helping host on Werd with Jay and Sam this Tuesday, February 4th at 9pm (UK time). Log on to standrewsradio.com to listen.

Birthright Booklet

Written By: literary - Jan• 17•14

From January 2-13, 2014, I traveled with Kenes Awesome Israel tour for ten days on Birthright. Together, with 49 other people, we learnt about our heritage, our pasts, and ourselves. I’ve compiled a booklet of images, poems, excerpts from my journal and my toilet journal, and conversations I wrote down from the trip. Please find it highlighted in blue below.

Birthright Booklet

Birthright was a truly incredible and life-changing experience, and I recommend it full heartedly to everyone I know (who is Jewish age 18-26). If you would like to find out more, go to birthrightisrael.com.

 

Café Eiles

Written By: literary - Dec• 29•13

Cafe Eiles, on the outer part of Vienna near the Rathauspark, has become our regular breakfast place. It sits across the the Mercure hotel on the corner, big white blocks and a highlighted blue cursive ‘Cafe Eiles’ over the door.IMG_0625

It has become a safe place in Vienna. We walk across the street in the hazy morning for a breath of free wifi and a coffee. The first morning, I ordered kaiserschmarrn, a famous Austrian dessert, and filled myself with powered sugar.

The cafe is beautiful, the sixties. With It’s flower fabric booths, the dank black wood chairs and minimalist chandeliers with the gold arm and a single white bulb, I feel awake. There are black and white photos of famous Austrians and authors, and to quote the waiter, ‘some you may know, some you may not’. And poinsettias on every window.

IMG_0490 And these cream colored walls with brown arches  and tiny coat racks and plants that are rough, green, and alive. It’s so very 50’s overly preserved, magic, and our breakfasts have been amazing. I look out the window with my ‘kaffee’ and see a view of an intersection with the buses on wires and six story buildings with crown molding finishes, and I feel like, ‘yeah- maybe i could live here’.

 

Café Leopold Hawelka

Written By: literary - Dec• 16•13

IMG_0598This beautiful café just off the main plaza of Vienna is a haven. Café Leopold Hawelka was timeless. Sitting in my worn out chair, admiring the dark wood, the marble round tables, the artistic sketches, and little yellow lamps, I felt like life had never changed. The waiters in suits speaking German, the father and mother and daughter reading with coffees and cakes, the old man drinking his coffee and reading the newspaper, it was so homey. I felt inspired.

IMG_0641There is only one menu on a blackboard near the entrance, listing cakes, coffees, beers, and sausages. I  order a sausage and a beer. It foams over beautifully, and I am more than ever in love with Vienna. I feel inspired, and take out pen and paper, and as I sip my beer, I let the words fall.


All the while, there is an old Clock on the wall that has seen it all.