Greenworld - Alessandra Ragusin is creating connection through absurdity
0

patrons

$0
per month
Welcome to the greenworld

It's a literary term coined by an old, old, white, academic man named Northrop Frye. He had been reading some Shakespeare and King Arthur legends when he noticed an event/place/occurrence that happened in all these stories: the hero is lured into a forest or other natural space by a quest/quarry/escape/etc and finds themselves in a liminal space, a place where things don't quite look or feel right, a place where strange things happen, a place where the rules of reality don't apply anymore, a place where they have their mettle and character tested and refined, or die. (Think Frodo leaving the Shire to journey on a quest to Mordor. Think Sir Gawain going off into the literal green forest to fight the Green Knight. Think Katniss going into the arena to fight in the Hunger Games.) 

Either you create, grow, and refine yourself in the greenworld or you don't survive. And that's what the greenworld is: a magical, liminal world that tests and changes you. 

Welcome.

Greenworld is currently a blog run by me, Alessandra. I write essays, poetry, meditations, sometimes I doodle. I have traveled and toured with my writing, been on podcasts and in journals, but I am ready now to foray into my greenworld with a project that speaks to many of my passions. 

One of my favorite occasional pastimes is to read at bars and pubs alone. (Right there my love of alcoholic beverages, reading, and being alone have been combined.) These establishments are far cozier, to me, than coffee shops. I sit there reading and sipping, and I tell ya, nine times out of ten my outings lead me to fabulous interactions and conversations with random strangers. Something about a lady drinking and reading alone in public at a bar is both enticing and intimidating to many people; at the very least it's intriguing. 

Out of these outings, my friend and I created the idea for "The People I Meet At Bars" (working title). It will be a collection of short stories about the people I have met and done life with at bars around the world. There was the guy in Ireland I bonded with over making fun of tourists. There was the Hasidic Jewish man at Coney Island whom I convinced to go into the ocean for the first time in his life (after talking about feminism and Judaism at the bar). There was the old, nearly toothless man at the bar in Denver who relished telling stories of his life and talking about his favorite book (something about a plane crashing into the ocean). These are the events in my life that give me renewed hope in humanity, renewed hope in men. 

You may notice that all the examples are of men approaching me at bars. Come to think of it, I don't believe a woman has ever approached me for a conversation at a bar when I've been alone. All these men began conversations with me without being creepy, inappropriate, or aggressive. They all treated me as human. The book gives strangers something different to ask about. The drinks make it easier to engage in big talk (the opposite of dreaded small talk). The lone woman makes it unusual. 

We hear songs and stories of solitary, rambling men, but never about solitary women. This collection of stories will not only tell the tales of the barflies and strangers reaching out for connection, but it will weave in the history and mythology of solitary women; of the women that history and literature have worked hard to conceal and write out of existence. This will be as much a thank you and labor of gratitude and love to the people who have shared their lives with me in bars as it is a journey through the history of women who have done things differently, of the women who created a rich heritage of alone-ness, of all the solitary women. 

If any of this piques your interest, please consider giving to my project. Your monetary support goes to research for the book, the creation of a little breathing room for me (you know, I got a job, I got passions, I got no time), and the chance for me to get these incredible stories out into the world. If you can't give but still want to support, check out my website (also Facebook/Twitter/Instagram) and spread the word.
Thanks, friends. 


Visit my webpage: www.greenworldwriting.com
Updated weekly.


Tiers
Dollar Generals
$1 or more per month 0 patrons

Get early access to new website content (blogs/meditations/poems/essays). Also, a virtual high five. **high fives**

Preciouses
$5 or more per month 0 patrons

I'm tickled you'd give me five bucks. Seriously. In exchange you get early access to new website content and early access to chapters and bits from the book. 

Double High-Fivers
$10 or more per month 0 patrons

Not only will you be receiving the aforementioned, but you'll also get a hand-written thank you note/poem/short story and TWO virtual high fives.

Sugar Parents
$20 or more per month 0 patrons

At this point you're basically my non-sexual, sugar parent. You'll get all the benefits listed above as well as early access to the finished book and my eternal gratitude. We can negotiate the addition of even more high fives. 

Goals
$0 of $100 per month
When I reach $100 a month I'll begin posting about all the dope solitary women I've come across in my research. Short essays/musings about bad ass ladies. Let's do it. 
1 of 1
Welcome to the greenworld

It's a literary term coined by an old, old, white, academic man named Northrop Frye. He had been reading some Shakespeare and King Arthur legends when he noticed an event/place/occurrence that happened in all these stories: the hero is lured into a forest or other natural space by a quest/quarry/escape/etc and finds themselves in a liminal space, a place where things don't quite look or feel right, a place where strange things happen, a place where the rules of reality don't apply anymore, a place where they have their mettle and character tested and refined, or die. (Think Frodo leaving the Shire to journey on a quest to Mordor. Think Sir Gawain going off into the literal green forest to fight the Green Knight. Think Katniss going into the arena to fight in the Hunger Games.) 

Either you create, grow, and refine yourself in the greenworld or you don't survive. And that's what the greenworld is: a magical, liminal world that tests and changes you. 

Welcome.

Greenworld is currently a blog run by me, Alessandra. I write essays, poetry, meditations, sometimes I doodle. I have traveled and toured with my writing, been on podcasts and in journals, but I am ready now to foray into my greenworld with a project that speaks to many of my passions. 

One of my favorite occasional pastimes is to read at bars and pubs alone. (Right there my love of alcoholic beverages, reading, and being alone have been combined.) These establishments are far cozier, to me, than coffee shops. I sit there reading and sipping, and I tell ya, nine times out of ten my outings lead me to fabulous interactions and conversations with random strangers. Something about a lady drinking and reading alone in public at a bar is both enticing and intimidating to many people; at the very least it's intriguing. 

Out of these outings, my friend and I created the idea for "The People I Meet At Bars" (working title). It will be a collection of short stories about the people I have met and done life with at bars around the world. There was the guy in Ireland I bonded with over making fun of tourists. There was the Hasidic Jewish man at Coney Island whom I convinced to go into the ocean for the first time in his life (after talking about feminism and Judaism at the bar). There was the old, nearly toothless man at the bar in Denver who relished telling stories of his life and talking about his favorite book (something about a plane crashing into the ocean). These are the events in my life that give me renewed hope in humanity, renewed hope in men. 

You may notice that all the examples are of men approaching me at bars. Come to think of it, I don't believe a woman has ever approached me for a conversation at a bar when I've been alone. All these men began conversations with me without being creepy, inappropriate, or aggressive. They all treated me as human. The book gives strangers something different to ask about. The drinks make it easier to engage in big talk (the opposite of dreaded small talk). The lone woman makes it unusual. 

We hear songs and stories of solitary, rambling men, but never about solitary women. This collection of stories will not only tell the tales of the barflies and strangers reaching out for connection, but it will weave in the history and mythology of solitary women; of the women that history and literature have worked hard to conceal and write out of existence. This will be as much a thank you and labor of gratitude and love to the people who have shared their lives with me in bars as it is a journey through the history of women who have done things differently, of the women who created a rich heritage of alone-ness, of all the solitary women. 

If any of this piques your interest, please consider giving to my project. Your monetary support goes to research for the book, the creation of a little breathing room for me (you know, I got a job, I got passions, I got no time), and the chance for me to get these incredible stories out into the world. If you can't give but still want to support, check out my website (also Facebook/Twitter/Instagram) and spread the word.
Thanks, friends. 


Visit my webpage: www.greenworldwriting.com
Updated weekly.


Recent posts by Greenworld - Alessandra Ragusin

Tiers
Dollar Generals
$1 or more per month 0 patrons

Get early access to new website content (blogs/meditations/poems/essays). Also, a virtual high five. **high fives**

Preciouses
$5 or more per month 0 patrons

I'm tickled you'd give me five bucks. Seriously. In exchange you get early access to new website content and early access to chapters and bits from the book. 

Double High-Fivers
$10 or more per month 0 patrons

Not only will you be receiving the aforementioned, but you'll also get a hand-written thank you note/poem/short story and TWO virtual high fives.

Sugar Parents
$20 or more per month 0 patrons

At this point you're basically my non-sexual, sugar parent. You'll get all the benefits listed above as well as early access to the finished book and my eternal gratitude. We can negotiate the addition of even more high fives.