GPOYW Is this what a man looks like? Edition
(I forgot all about these. And now you never will. Sorry?)
Schindler’s Clips
My collection of shards and broken memories has arrived. It may be a blue box, but sadly it is not THAT blue box.
Sunny Monday morning view of the brand new apartment we finally get to move in to today. The container full of our mostly broken stuff will be delivered sometime in the next hour or two. I’m not looking forward to revisiting the carnage. But I am definitely looking forward to this move reaching its end. Because I like this place a lot. I wanna reroute my travels between classes so I can watch it walk to lunch and smell its hair as it rushes by my locker with all its friends.
My good buddy & second-favorite native Hoosier (behind Michael, but ahead of Axl), Ms. Julia Story, had a great book review of her first collection of poems, Post Moxie, go up on Diagram today. Below the review is what has to be one of the most perfectly tailored interviews ever conducted. If you know Julie or Post Moxie at all, you can hear the smiling in this:
Kim: Describe the posture of your poems.
Julia: They sit cross-legged as they try to meditate, fiddling with their breathing. Certain that they are doing it incorrectly, certain that there must be a right way.
What is their gait?
Quick-paced, as down a sidewalk in December when it is dark and you are heading toward your car. The way you might walk when a really cold wind is hitting you in the face and you forgot your hat. You feel late and walk late.
What is their mantra?
Here/there, here/there.
If your poems were babies, what are the first words you would teach them?
Stay.
Go! Do! Read!
The Weakerthans, “Pamphleteer”
I have no idea what y’all are on about with all the pamphlet posts, but I sure like that this song is now in my head.
Carry on, nerds.
DIBS! I CALL DIBS!
NEW FAKE BAND NAME!
NEW PORN NAME!
NEW EVERY CAT I SEE NAME!
NEW PETNAME FOR MY JUNK NAME!
(breathe…breathe…)
NEW EUPHEMISM FOR THE PATRIARCHY NAME!
NEW IMPROV CHARACTER NAME!
NEW DISMISSIVE NAME FOR POLITICIANS NAME!
NEW FAKE TWITTER ACCOUNT NAME!
(oh god…oh god)
NEW PROBLEM WITH AUTHORITY NAME!
NEW PEN NAME!
NEW ALL FUTURE CHILDREN NAME!
NEW KILLING A JOKE DEAD NAME!
The docks will set the cold into your bones
if you’re not careful. Bundle up: today’s
not even close to being over. Zone
the cans, phone senators—it’s every day,
the grind, the wind, the power plays behind
closed doors. You’re Frank Sobotka, you’ve got this.
You’ve learned how to disguise a heart that’s lined
with huge-ass pillows full of feathers. Kiss
the bills that made you who you are. They taste
like victory. A picture of those girls
swims up before your eyes—an awful waste,
but not your fault. You didn’t know. Uncurl
your fingers from around that box of glass.
You’ve got this. You’re Sobotka. Kick some ass.
This is the best Wire-inspired anything since “Paper Planes” dropped. Even M.I.A. thinks so.
(Source: ecantwell)
