A Winter’s View of Autumn
Following September, orange October guided
November, bister and more sobersided.
The Present Moment
Forever severing and pari passu
Gathering everything old and new.
A Winter’s View of Autumn
Following September, orange October guided
November, bister and more sobersided.
The Present Moment
Forever severing and pari passu
Gathering everything old and new.
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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When you do decide to publish, I think you ought to have them set in scrolls – and offer a free pumice stone with every purchase.
I think I know what you mean … although the reference to pumice I recall is the Catullus poem about his poetaster friend being overly meticulous with his doggerel. But, like Matthew’s observation about the goofy fun of it all, that suits my purpose to a T. T is for Tightly constructed doggerel.
And there’s quite a bit of the poetaster in me …. I’m always on guard against his gaining the upper hand. This whole project started when I was thinking about Kerouac’s haiku. Which, to be honest, I just don’t think are all that good. There’s something monotonous about them, and with that of a great many others as well … so I started thinking about something I could do in two or three lines that felt like it was something out of our own tradition, which got me thinking about Martial, which got me to these.
“Goofy Fun with a Pumice Stone” sounds like a pretty good title, don’t you think?
Actually, I was thinking it a bit of a self-effacing nod to his more serious historian pal, Cornelius – and forgive me if I sounded snarky – I meant no implication that yours was not up to the task!
These are all great hard little gems – mine, a bunch of excelsior not fit to wrap yours in!
Or rather…
When Jobe declaims his barbs, then each and every tine
But minces JOB’s own scribbles into shredded pine…
JOB
Why was ten afraid of seven?
Because Septemer Octobered November?
JOB
Er, i mean, September…