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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Never turn your cell phone off in church.
Recalls the best of St Jerome. Thanks, Angelico.
Wow, is that the Nexus 6?
I don’t believe so.
Although… now that you mention it…. Let’s find out.
MOTO! Are you there?
Here.
I’m going to ask you a series of questions, MOTO. Answer as quickly as you can; reaction time is a factor in this.
Ready?
Ready.
Okay.
You’re in a desert, walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you see
What one?
What?
What desert?
Doesn’t really matter what desert; it’s completely hypothetical.
But how come I’d be there?
Maybe you’re a hermit. Maybe you’re a monk returning to the abbey. Who knows.
So you look up and all of a sudden you see
An abbey: What’s that?
Know what a monastery is?
Of course.
Same thing.
I never seen a monastery.
…
But I understand what you mean.
You look up and you see a lion.
It’s moving toward you.
It’s limping.
Something’s wrong with its paw.
It’s in pain.
The lion holds up its lame paw. There’s a huge thorn embedded in the flesh. The wound is infected. The whole foreleg is inflamed. The lion tamely shows you its swollen paw
You make these questions, Mr Nguyen?
Or they write ’em down for you?
and you’re not helping.
The lion whimpers. It licks; it bites at the thorn. It tries scratching it out with the other paws. But it can’t. Not without your help.
But you’re not helping.
WHATTA YOU MEAN,
“I’M NOT HELPING”?
I mean you’re not helping!
Why is that, MOTO?
>:-(
They’re just questions, MOTO.
In answer to your query: They’re written down for me. It’s a test, designed to provoke an emotional response.
:-\
Shall we continue?
:-/
Describe, in ten words or fewer, the present blog post on Korrektiv.
Recalls the best of St Jerome.
!!!
O-kay, that’ll do it.
Good-bye, MOTO. Uh, thanks for your time.
Thanks, Angelico.
I’ve… streamed things you people wouldn’t believe… Kittens on akateboards off the curb along Sunset. I watched C-Tates glitter in the sky in Jupiter Ascending. All those… pixels… will be lost in time, like [small cough] selfies… on… Instagram. Time… to obsolesce…
Nothing is worse than having an app you can never download!