Sound is a hammer and memories are stone, and this city is an anvil where the writer sits, and days pass as glammer while revisions are honed; We all pay the bill but who receives the benefit? (to whom we cede the benefit)
After a few minutes, during which I’ve started going over my questions, a state trooper throws open the door, hand on the butt of his gun, and asks me in a too-loud voice to explain what I’m doing here.
“I’m the working press,” I say, “and I’m covering this convention.”
I followed my father down the hill because I liked the terrier, which was a sweet old yellow thing, and because I thought Rene might be sad. I thought it would be nice for him to have a friend there in case he was. Even at that young age I turned to my friends in sadness before anyone else, and I figured it was the same for everyone, and would almost certainly be the case for boys with evil mothers.
Another polite rejection. Some people said they weren’t sure what I was talking about in the last post, about McSweeney’s and Lists and what not, so here is a short explanation: McSweeney’s is hard to describe because they publish many types of writing, from fiction to poems (sestinas, mainly) to Open Letters to Recipients Not …
Got this back on the Rejection Express today. I think I’m just not getting the tone quite right, even though I think the lists I’m submitting are funny at an appropriately advanced level. Failed Massively Multiplayer Roleplaying Games By Josh Berthume Rappers of the Caribbean – Errrbody on the Boat Gettin’ Scurrrvy Bob Saget’s Entourage …
Joe: You can’t have an overabundance of earthquakes. One is too much.
One earthquake is an overabundance.
1:07 PM me: But they are tiny adorable earthquakes!
Joe: And earthquakes don’t abound.
I don’t think you can have an overabundance of anything that isn’t a physical thing.
Can you have a surfeit of wind?
ANSWER ME THAT MOTHERFUCKER
Best Song Lyrics I’ve Found In A While: So I’ll stick to my guns, but from now on it’s war: I’m armed with the past, and the will, and a brick – Frightened Rabbit, Good Arms vs. Bad Arms Best Line from Neruda That Used To Be a Favorite Until I Forgot It (Tie): I …