Korrektiv Spring Literary Arts Calendar Update
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Matthew Lickona has ceded victory to Jonathan Potter in the final round of the Second Annual Korrektiv/Godsbody Poetry Slam Weekend Experience held in Lake Tahoe last Sunday, April 23.
A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Søren Kierkegaard
Walker Percy
Bob Dylan
Literature & History
Letters from an American
Beau of the Fifth Column
This American Life
The Writer’s Almanac
San Diego Reader
The Stranger
The Inlander
Adoremus
Charlotte was Both
The Onion
From Empty Hands
Ellen Finnigan
America
Commonweal
First Things
National Review
The New Republic
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
DarwinCatholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Ben Hatke
Daniel Mitsui
Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
Wiseblood Books
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I don’t understand the contest and I don’t understand the poem. Were you really in Tahoe?
What are you talking about? You were there. Granted you’ll probably be banned from ever coming back due to your semi-nude, fire-juggling thing.
Geez, semi-nude fire-juggling? I just can’t compete. I never juggle fire unless I’m fully dressed.
Actually it’s a lot safer to juggle fire in the nude. Unless you’re slathered with petroleum jelly.
Petroleum jelly? Damn. Now I have to concede again.
By the way, Potter – more than a few times over the past couple of days, the wife and I have found ourselves singing the chorus of “Stealin’.” The wife particularly likes “If you don’t think I’m sinkin’, look at the hole I’m in…”
The wife even? I am stunned and honored, not to mention stupified and humbled. I should also fess up to the fact that I stole the chorus from a bootleg recording of a very young Bob Dylan, who introduces it as “an old jug band song.”