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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JOB, what about DAH?
Don’t think I don’t know this is a veiled shot about Gaga…
My papa says he’s given up poetry for the synchronized swimming pro-am circuit.
BOB
La reine est morte.
Vive le roi???
I hate to be the one to break it to you, Babs, but you can’t trust everything your papa says.
What happens to a book deferred?
Does it show up
Like a Bird’s Nest in Your Hair?
Or stand around and wait —
Like a chair?
Does it haunt you through the night?
Or drop out of your thinking —
As it had from your sight?
Maybe it just sags
Like a heavy face.
Or does it keep pace?
Poetry Books
I, too, dislike them: there are things that are important beyond all this pagination.
Editing it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in it after all, a place for self-aggrandizement.
Blogs that can guffaw,emails sent
that can dilate, ire that can rise
if it must, these thing are validated not because a
high-sounding vocabulary can be put upon them but because they get the chicks.
When they become so obscure as to become profound the same thing may be said of all poets, that we
do not stroke an ego less
than we cannot make our own: the platypus
holding on with its venomous spurs… etc.
JOB
That is, from one Brooklyn Dodgers fan to another New York Football Giants fan…
JOB