It’s hard to grasp a quiddity
It wriggles, like a squiddity
Definition, like a tentacle
May writhe until you’re spentacle
And with insufficient suction
Your mind is out of lucktion
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It’s hard to grasp a quiddity
It wriggles, like a squiddity
Definition, like a tentacle
May writhe until you’re spentacle
And with insufficient suction
Your mind is out of lucktion
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
Cosmos the in Lost
Everything that Rises
Good Country People
Betty Duffy
Bitkin
By Way of Beauty
Charlotte was Both
I Have to Sit Down
The Onion
From Empty Hands
Ellen Finnigan
First Things
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
Transcendental Musings
The Ironic Catholic
DarwinCatholic
Inside Catholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Catholic Radio International
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
Babes in Babylon
Fort o' Tude
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Unpleasant Accents
Catholic Words and Pictures
Ben Hatke
Daniel Mitsui
Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
Labora / Editions
Tuscany Press
Wiseblood Books
Mr. Bones' Garden
Godspy
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Are you taking Phil 101 finals?
I’m taking lots of things, mostly barbiturates. Tell me about this Phil101. What does it do to the brain?
The more I read it, the more I like it.
Thanks! You’re the brains of the outfit, but I’m a decent distraction: “Oh, look, he thinks he’s people!”
Not hardly! While they fed you and JOB in your crib (or at least at TAC), I had to chisel my way into the cell where one day I’ll finally croak. And Angelico is … maybe an alien sent from the future to rescue us all.
Not hardly! While they fed you and JOB in your crib (or at least at TAC), I had to chisel my way into the cell where one day I’ll finally croak. And Angelico is … maybe an alien sent from the future to rescue us all.
What?
If this was intended as a reply to my comment, I apologize. I was drunk when I wrote it.
Not an excuse, I know.