- Gentle now, don't add to heartache
- Escaped trees of Lynchburg Virginia
- I am a ragingmess (with Dr Servin ears)
- Our shitlords
- Erasing history for Biden!
- Even American racism is exceptional
- Vector-in-Chief
- Did Sanders run the most clueless modern campaign?
- Moco morons social gathering to watch US government spend millions on militaristic propaganda instead of rent support and food and then propaganda fails to show up is fine fucking metaphor abounding
- Corporate media deny their own existence
- Maggie's weekly links
- { feuilleton }'s weekly links
- The Great Partridge - Rundgren War that is Skylarking (h/t Hamster), my least favorite XTC album (because Rundgren won the war)
INFLAMMATORY ESSAYS
Jane Sprague
dear editor,
here is my pome. read it and publish it in your journal which I do not read and cant afford to read but I need to get my poems in print and I would read mine if you printed it. in your journal
dear editor,
I loved the anonymous rejection letter when you know me by e-mail by name. loved that. thanks. hope it didn't put you out any paper any ink.
love,
jane
dear editor,
here is my poem. I think your journal sucks but I am sending you my poem anyway.
thanks
jane
dear editor,
here is my poem print it or die
dear editor
here is some anthrax. oh, sorry, I mean, that's the title of my poem. ha!
allthebest
jane
dear editor
here is a sample of my work. I call it poems. call it what you wish. I like your journal. I'd like it even more if I was in it.
jane
dear editor,
read me and weep.
dear editor,
I'm sending you love and a poem. no one else wants either, but I thought you might.
dear editor,
love and love and maybe a slight bit of menace.
here's a sonnet for your unkind and wisecracking editorial non-consideration.
paz,
jane
dear editor,
here is some of my blood.
print it.
jane
dear editor,
PS: I am hep C neg.
love,
jane
dear editor,
send me one of YOUR pomes, why doncha?
jane
dear editor,
here is money. print me.
jane
dear editor.
here is a picture of me.
do you like the poem written on my inner thigh?
loveslut
dear editor,
my doctor says I have to stop sending you poems. here is a collection of titles to poems.
dear editor,
now I'm writing lyric essays. here ya go-
love,
jane
dear anonymous unnamed editor,
what's the price of heroin in shanghai? one of my poems!
ha!
jane
dear editor,
I'm just writing to say, hi, hello, how are you? haven't heard from you in forever, how's your health?
Jane
dear editor,
when you finish reading this letter it will unfurl into thousands of shards of invisible glass eisinglass, smoke, mission impossible acrid scented secret PUBLISH MY FUCKING POEM screams. That will start happening right about... now-
love!
jane
Dear E.,
Just sending love this time. Namaste, man.
Jane
Dear E.,
Fuck it, I'm switching to fiction.
Love,
Jane
PS: How ARE you????
Doublelove, Jane
while reading jane sprague's piece i wondered if the "lyric essay" is a thing - according to wikipedia it is
ReplyDeletei am disinclined to spend a lot of time reading and thinking about why the bernie sanders campaign didn't succeed and how different decisions might have produced a different result - i am satisfied with my conclusion that bernie et al. thought there was a chance to win the nomination and the election within the existing party structures - it didn't work out -"For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: 'It might have been!'" ---john greenleaf whittier, whose "song of the negro boatmen" i read this morning in his bio at wikipedia
here's a joke i made up this morning -
"how's the pandemic?"
"compared to what?"