Southern Catholic Chicks visit NOLA and Walker Percy’s grave, dig it. These are our kind of gals, methinks.
Southern Catholic Chicks visit NOLA and Walker Percy’s grave, dig it. These are our kind of gals, methinks.
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 love the visual rhyme of SC's header…
Perhaps korrektiv should adopt as its header a picture of Sylvester Stallone in one of those raised platformy rostrumy type of things that Father reads the Gospel from every Sunday….
JOB
You're going to have to explain Stallone reference. Is he a bad Catholic, too?
OK, let's go at it this way:
A Vietnam Vet with a lethal compound bow and Tarzan vocabulary in a lectern….
R_ _ _ _
A _ _ _.
JOB
p.s. At least according to Wikipedia: "Stallone grew up Catholic and stopped going to church as his acting career progressed. He began to rediscover his childhood faith when his daughter was born ill in 1996, and is now a churchgoing Catholic."
But that's beside the point.
Or is it?
Your too frickin' clever, my man!
How about Kierkegaard tending bar with a spoon in a glass?
Rufus:
Soren pourin'?
My best guess.
JOB
Rufus:
A brightly plumed Holy Spirit?
JOB
Different pronunciation, same idea: Soren stirrin'
(I don't actually know how the o with the slash through it is pronounced in the native tongue; but just to cover our bases, he could be shown stirring and–on the verge of–pouring. The whole Korrektiv collective could be lined up at the bar waiting for the pour.)
The future might be in good hands after all.