Trevor

Always calamity but maybe there's amity (along the way)

I know this is probably a very "modernist" view of poetry, but I do think there's a kind of hermetic truth to a well-written poem that has nothing to do with whether any expressed feelings or "facts" in the poem have any relation to the outside world.

HUGE announcement!!! And yes, that’s Feral Pickle Goblin razzing me. She’s not a figment of my imagination… @SM_Hund

so wonderful how James Joyce, who personally abhorred violence, directs Leopold Bloom on his non-violent odyssey through Dublin: a hero who repays insults with kindness, never loses his temper, shrinks from confrontations; returns home at last to the slovenly bedroom of the wife who has betrayed him with a brazenly macho suitor, quietly prepares for bed & next day's resumption of a the pacifist life. ("Ulysses")

Illiterature and post-literate theatre, these are my speculative diagnosis on the period

Last Kavanagh ; have a great weekend everybody !

@Plague_Circus Looks normal to me (on an iPhone)

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Difficult to say, but I think writers of the past more deliberately "wrote for posterity". Writing for the present moment or inside jokes for a clique is like emulating a poet from a magazine in the 90s that no one remembers. Many poems are like dead memes on arrival as a result

I saw that everyone else was reading Girard, so I became a Girardian too.

(voice wobbling, tears streaming) Good morning, what's the craic ?

I'm unable to give up the pleasures and agonies of writing poems.

Piece of shit poetry @thedrift_mag

I feel like nobody is open for subs for poetry without a fee rn. but WE ARRREEE

The contrast of high/low culture (in writing) is a lot less compelling than it used to be.

I am very pleased to be at the vanguard of @seriouslitmag's entry into the world of chapbooks. 'A Reminder' is a story of alcoholism, profound isolation, and moments of abject human darkness, set in a murky surrealist fever dream of contemporary Chicago.

It was this precise revelation I had once in the Borrego Badlands : we are all dreaming of water in the desert.

@touchgrass_ron Banana shame is real

Trainee walked outside for a smoke break. Using this opportunity to eat the banana I packed in my lunch today. Gotta eat it now (2 hours early) cause it’s too suggestive to eat in front of a stranger.

The trivial rivalries of civil service

I adore this book

Today at Ape House: "I Never Thought I Would Be Into Golfing" by Justin Karcher @justin_karcher Read it on the stack apehousemagazine.substack.com/p/i-never-thou…