I was laying in bed a few nights ago, thinking of what to name my children so their initials would be amusing. I first thought of naming one Xander Xavier Longrie, and just overfeeding the kid. That seemed cruel. Then I thought of Theodore Xavier Longrie. There was a robot, TXL, that I used to [...]
by Tom Wayman
Question frequently asked by students after missing a class
Nothing. When we realized you weren’t here
we sat with our hands folded on our desks
in silence, for the full two hours
Everything. I gave an exam worth
40 per cent of the grade for this term
and assigned some reading due today
on which I’m about [...]
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been waiting for a film about a woman who’s vagina has teeth. I’ve really waited for a movie that personifies the evil of woman by making the vagina a monster in itself. Finally, that film has been made.
Watch the trailer.
The following is from a conversation with my friend Morgan, also know to some by his middle name, Rennie.
R: Hey, what’s up?
Me: Nothing much, what about you?
R: I’m fiddling with my Morgizmo.
Me: …your…”Morgizmo?”
R: (laugh) It’s not what you’re thinking.
Brandon Bethancourt performs as Alaska in Winter. He was kind enough to allow me an interview lately via email correspondence.
Me: You’re just coming off a short tour, most of the dates on the west coast of north america, how was that?
BB: Well, I actually played a week of small shows in NY that nobody really [...]
This poem is untitled and is a part of a longer group called “Carnival of Longing”
From the section Dimmalimm
by Kristjana Gunnars
you have made me tire of words
the universe, the birds, the customs
of people as they fidget through the days
in the heat I am fatigued
after rain, thunder, the muggy air
weighs the body down, the small black
flies [...]
There were extensive footnotes as well that aren’t necessary for those who are familiar with the show. Post contains spoilers for the series.
When surveying works of modernity in any medium, the influence of Nietzsche in some shape or form is inevitably present. This presence is felt, whether it be in faint traces or [...]
“The person one loves at first is not the person one loves at last, [...] love is not an end but a process through which one person attempts to know another.”
-From Stoner by John Williams
Back when I was enamored with one Miss Heather Lopez, which would be early in Sophomore year (somewhere between december 11th and april 11th) I discovered, because of her and indirectly because of her brother Kevin, the Pixies. They were fantastic. I quickly became familiar with them and their history, but herein lies the fib. [...]
A day late again. Should I call it Poetry thursdays?
Sometimes My Body Leaves Me
by Lorna Crozier
Sometimes my body leaves me,
goes into another room
and locks the door. There
it bangs about
like an angry thief.
What is it looking for?
Then there are its silences
stretched thin and taut
between us, invisible
as a fishing line
falling through [...]
