Who shows up at Mass with Father Smith? “A scoffing Irish behaviorist, the sort in whom irony is so piled up on irony, jokes so encrusted in jokes, winks and nudges and in-jokes so convoluted, that anticlericalism has become anti-anti-clerical, gone so far out that it has come back in as clericalism and comes down on the side of Rome where he started.”
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.
Conflicted in early life between his desire to be a weatherman for local community access cable stations and a man who wears pants in July, JOB took the middle road and now writes poems between every waking moment. [Read More …]
All you need to know is that I'm a lady, understand?
Behave yourselves accordingly. [Read More …]
all words here lie.
Dude
Please help me to understand. I am lost.
It’s always an honor when you give a shout out to us
priests. Who’s the Irish behaviorist? JOB?
Alas, it’s probably me. CM, it’s a scene from Walker Percy’s Love in the Ruins that had a bit of resonance for me.
You mean the book that is sitting on my shelf 3 feet from me. Unread, unloved, alone.
Yeah, that one. I’m trying to write something. Odd stuff comes up. Apologies.
Yeah, I’m the misbehaviorist.
JOB
“Misbehaviorist”: my favorite new word.