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yeah, february 3rd I had a poem on Verse Daily. thanks to Chet G. for telling me, otherwise I'm sure I would have had no idea.
I guess we'll just have to adjust
yeah, february 3rd I had a poem on Verse Daily. thanks to Chet G. for telling me, otherwise I'm sure I would have had no idea.
to all my little climbers out there, and the people who grease the wheels for them.
Between questionable red cards, bullshit suspensions and manufactured publication credits, it's been a strange few days, indeed. Fellow Shark, Ben Fong, tried to buy two Radiohead tickets last night & thought he had, in fact, purchased them. Then today, TicketsNow.com called him to say that the tickets, which the night before he had paid an absurd amount to have, did not exist. Not only did they not have the tickets he bought, but they were sold out of all tickets for both shows, even ones they had listed last night a $900 a piece (face value: $42.50). He got a refund, sure, and a $25 gift certificate for their website (thanks), but what the fuck?!! So no one out there use TicketsNow.com. In fact, if you know anyone who works for them or any other ticket brokerage, beat their ass. Set them on fire. Whatever. It's like Bill Hicks said about people who work in advertising: "You have no soul, there is no excuse for what you do, you are Satan's little helper. Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself now."
I thought I was already there. Are they going to screen the remake of THE OMEN, too? Grab me some merch.
Apologies for the delay, but as usual, technical difficulties plague me. All writing's been analog for your humble narrator, which is fine by me. Anyway...
that's right. i'm a minor demon running an amusement park in the fifth circle of hell. shit, at times this semester it has certainly seemed like that is the case. but alas, after tonight's workshop, I am officially one class (plus) away from my MFA. anti-climatic? sure, but don't we all need something to look forward to these days?
Greetings, all! So what are we learning so far this spring? The NBA is back, the Cubs are a disgrace & the White Sox will most likely repeat. The White House "shake-up" goes on & will soon be catching on with all the kids & replacing "grinding" as a popular form of dancing. The Red Line is completely fucked. Radiohead tickets are going to be ridiculously expensive, thanks to all you Nazi fucking ticket brokers out there. But don't anyone go jumping in front of a train just yet (unless if you are a ticket broker; then, be my guest). "Keep hope alive...
word is born.
the semester ends. the magazine beat goes on. for anyone interested in a story of an awkward ending to an weak poetry workshop, check out this post. something like that.
Has it been a month?! Apologies to anyone who’s been here recently expecting some fresh verbiage. So where to begin? Mi madre sometimes sends me newspaper clippings she thinks I might find interesting (which rarely is the case). You can imagine, then what I thought when I saw “Dear Abby” atop her latest selection. In any case, it was more note-worthy than usual & thought I might share—
I want to know what all you cats out there think about metaphor. Is it the highest achievement of figurative language? Is it old hat? Have we not incorporated more interesting things into our American English? Please help. Some of us in Chicago are drowning in metaphor...
You know what sucks? Suburban yuppie rock. Fuck fake rock stars. Free at last, free at last