Hey Quin, tell me about that secret knock that Opportunity uses. Ooh, maybe Opportunity Knox could be Paucity Limits’ nemesis!
Hey Quin, tell me about that secret knock that Opportunity uses. Ooh, maybe Opportunity Knox could be Paucity Limits’ nemesis!
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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Here’s a question: If Harper Lee and Brian jobe wrote a book would the book title be To Kill a Mockingbird’s Nest in Your Hair?
A Wrinkle in [a] Time to Kill a Mockingjay’s Nest in Your Curious Ha[i]rrison Berger[O]n the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection, or the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life of Pi
You may hear the death-knell, or opportunity’s knock
You may swim with scapulars, you may study Bach
You may own a house of words, you may be possessed
You may have birds in your hair, building up a nest
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody
You may write on a group blog, you may write alone
You may save someone else’s life, you may save your own
You may sit behind a desk, you may sit on a bus
You might just be one of them, you might be one of us
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody
You may have the books you wrote lined up on a shelf
May be a published author, maybe published by yourself
You might work for Korrektiv or Farrar Straus and Giroux
Might work hard or not at all, but whatever else you do
You’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody…
There’s a lot of things out there I wish I’d written, but nothing, _nothing_ so much as that. And I’m talking about those there lines right there, not the original.
I once heard somebody read a parody of Wodehouse, with Bruce Wayne as Bertie and Alfred as Jeeves … maybe the funniest parody I’ve ever heard.
Til now.
Envy, Caution