…if the bookmark can be trusted, I’d apparently been reading on the shoulders of ghosted giants.
…if the bookmark can be trusted, I’d apparently been reading on the shoulders of ghosted giants.
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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What a relic. Who would think such a tiny scrap of paper and machine-printed ink could be so poignant?
How did Atta know you were reading that?
In 12 days, he would be 21 years old – and like most 21 year olds he probably thought he knew EVERYTHING.
JOB
You had the last laugh.
I no longer see the neccesity of water-boarding.
Atta-boy!
JOB
Kick him in the crotch, indeed.
So-called “superior”…
JOB
Been far too long since you read Beckett.
It’s been too long since you read Beckett
If your mood is good, why, Sam’ll wreck it.
If your coat is warm, now Sam’ll check it.
Is your noose too loose? Trust Sam for a neck fit.
It’s been too long since you read Beckett.
See also Steven Riddle’s little gem of an essay on ‘Devotional Reading of H. P. Lovecraft’. Just about anything can be a poison; just about anything can be a korrektiv.
Even Korrektiv.
Well….
If the noose fits…