Screenshot of a Twitter post I found on that reads: there was a spring in second grade where every single recess I would walk out to the most remote part of the playground, “die” dramatically, and lie motionless for the entire 20 minutes. I was trying to trick a Turkey vulture into coming down to eat me so I could grab it as a pet.
porting over my “banger novel openings” thread from the bird site
when's your die date
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Oh for sure
the endgame of "there's no such thing as a bad poem" and "let people just enjoy things" has always been "not liking things is RUDE!" and no, not all taste is good taste, look around, bad is everywhere, we need to point at it and say BAD the way we would see a cow and say COW
what's funny is how this piece can only exist bc on the internet you can say anything
you used to read reviews in music magazines for albums you wanted to buy, you'd read reviews for movies, you'd read book reviews... culture curation was almost more important pre-internet because you needed to be cross-fluent in a lot of cultural references to find like-minded people
I found this piece strange... and this: "A pre-internet world was also a mostly pre-review world" is... patently false, Siskel and Ebert had their own TV show, which was so popular there was a primetime cartoon parody of it called The Critic. Reviews were everywhere!!
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one of my favorite recent lines is appearing in a trio of new poems tomorrow, excited to share it :)
if I was running a wizard speakeasy I’d call it STAFF ONLY
if I was running a wizard speakeasy I’d call it STAFF ONLY
my cat on my desk
y’all my keyboard purrs instead of clicks and it is weirdly soft???
*sound of beef jerky being chewed*
moth: can't believe y'all *hmomnohnff* have a whole *hmmnoffnfnfnf* buffet just for you
host: that was a coat closet
this explains why my panel "NARRATIVE IS WHEN YOU BUTTER YOUR POP-TARTS AND THINK OF PEOPLE YOU KNOW, LYRIC IS WHEN YOU DIP YOUR POP-TARTS IN BUTTER AND THINK OF WHAT A MOTH WOULD SAY ON A PODCAST" wasn't greenlit
Bibles have chapters right
*flips open Bible to chapter titled "SERMON ON THE MOUNDS OF BUTTER YOU PUT ON POP-TARTS"*
pretty sure you're wrong
you see, as a logician since birth, I concluded that all things that go in a toaster are permitted to be slathered in butter once they have exited a toaster; however, raw Pop-Tart should not be buttered, it is Against God
I think you just invented Shakesbeer
since everyone is at AWP now I am free to say craft things that would get me canceled, like "in the sonnet that is two toasted Pop-Tarts, the smear of butter is the volta" or "a love poem that does not risk [buttering Pop-Tarts] is just a lyric of one's pre-grief [from having dry Pop-Tarts]"
yep, I feel ya
it's AWP eve, when all your abandoned manuscripts reverse-Santa themselves up your chimney and into the carriage Emily Dickinson carjacked from Death. she shouts EM DASHER, EM DASHEST, DECLINED AND SUBMITTED! ON LAW SCHOOL, ON RECEIVED, NOW DISOURSE, UNEDITED!
😂😂😂😂
And don’t forget the most important one, FINAL[2][IMEANITTHISTIME]
lol "a got" it how I pronounce "I got" my typos are often phonetic
my friend was so upset bc they knew it was my favorite book and I was like "oh no it's actually really funny" like how a small disaster makes a day better by laughing about it
a got a gift of an autographed copy Charles Simic's "The World Doesn't End" which I loaned to a friend bc I love the book so much and they left it out in the rain one day and I love this too, it feels so Simic-y, like the rain got to read it as well
i love his work so much
it's AWP eve, when all your abandoned manuscripts reverse-Santa themselves up your chimney and into the carriage Emily Dickinson carjacked from Death. she shouts EM DASHER, EM DASHEST, DECLINED AND SUBMITTED! ON LAW SCHOOL, ON RECEIVED, NOW DISOURSE, UNEDITED!
"I am very susceptible to other people’s enthusiasms" !!!
one of the neat things about submitting to the fancier lit mags is that by the time they send you a rejection all the cells in your body have been replaced with newer cells, they're not rejecting you but as past version of yourself, how quaint
lol just got the email too, laughing that the same book was a finalist in a contest which would've been published by them
