Over the cliffs you go!
Over the cliffs you go!
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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I don’t get it, but it’s lovely. Thanks JOB.
Thus, as I’ve been saying, the cycle is an aesthetic failure. But there’s a challenge to it – kind of like when someone says, “Only five words!” and you come up with, well what do you know, ONLY FIVE WORDS.
Heh heh.
JOB
JOB
Let me give you a hint. Potter’s clever. Some would say “crafty”. Let’s borrow a page from his play book. Print out a copy of your poem. Fold it nicely. Get an envelop and address it to Writer’s Almanac. Before putting the poem in, slip a ten dollar bill into the folds, then seal it and mail it in.
I think you’ll get results.
How much would it cost me if I wanted Jon Stewart to read it live on his show, do you think?
JOB
My entree into Keillor’s consciousness was that I violated his person one time while he wandered the audience with a wireless mic. Thus when I sent him HoW, I enclosed a note reminding him of that and apologizing, which perhaps caused him to pause a moment over the book.
I don’t completely get it, either, but I get enough of the JOBish wordplay and music to enjoy it. “Yews choose to eulogize” rolls so lozenge-like upon the tongue ….