Month: July 2020
Un Certain Schadenfreude Over Hetero White Male “Writers” Losing Their Coffee Shops As Posts For Self-Aggrandizement
With the bad, one must find the good where they can. The loss of the pseudo-intellectual city dweller’s go-to coffee shop amid the coronavirus outbreak has been an undeniable gut punch to small businesses that somehow seemed to have gotten less of a financial bailout from the government than the major corporations (quelle surprise, for it’s just like when the legal mafia a.k.a. government bailed … Continue reading Un Certain Schadenfreude Over Hetero White Male “Writers” Losing Their Coffee Shops As Posts For Self-Aggrandizement
Narcissism by Dale Champlin
Isadora is a narcissist.“Me, me, me, me, me, me,”she bubbles. She’s pretendingto practice her scales.I tell her “your only scales are on the outside of your body.”After that she stops singing. Continue reading Narcissism by Dale Champlin
The Demise of Q Magazine: Another Death Knell for Music Journalism and Print
There have been few magazines in the annals of modern music history that have been as important as Q. Naturally British (for, despite its smallness, no other country has had as much of an effect on the trajectory of popular music as England–try as Amérique le Freak might to tell itself otherwise), Q was not your average puff piece-filled slop in the vein of J-14. … Continue reading The Demise of Q Magazine: Another Death Knell for Music Journalism and Print
Bloody Burden by Magen Melancholy
I bleed for I am womanExposed as the clergy’s sermonPerceived parasitic as verminI bleed I bear the burdenIntellect as stale as rotForgive I rather notWith rifle sights often forgotTo seek is to be sought Continue reading Bloody Burden by Magen Melancholy
My Introduction to Leonard Cohen by Michael Berton
I’m twenty-two, working poverty’s wage, intellectually curious, full of Tex/Mex chicanery, while branching out in the D/FW metroplex Bible Belt watching slam dancers protest with their bodies at the 1984 Republican Convention. I sleep on couches or a bouncy air mattress supplied by the Red Cross. This is after the unforgettable fire burning off those youthful transgressions and immature ejaculations. Hangouts like Skippy’s Mistake, a … Continue reading My Introduction to Leonard Cohen by Michael Berton
Toward a Hermeneutics of Language in Which Poetry is Mistaken for Violets by Ann Pedone
This is the trouble with language.It moves with borrowed light. Lingersbetween loverssky and birda woman’s body and your mouth. It is a thing that grows as the light moves.Follows the revolutionsof the sun.Is consumed by the appetites of the soil. I list all of the men I have loved. Those who have left me and all the rest. And as I collapse into a sleep that is notI reachfor your shoulderas you moveto your side … Continue reading Toward a Hermeneutics of Language in Which Poetry is Mistaken for Violets by Ann Pedone
Carnivorous by Cara Losier Chanoine
On the ground is an empty plastic skinfrom a tube of sausage,as though someone atethe raw meat insidelike a candy barand carelessly discarded the wrapperas a matter of course.There is probablya saner and more likely explanation,but the world has become strangerthan it used to be.It may require a new kind of logic. Continue reading Carnivorous by Cara Losier Chanoine