blown to smithereens
“It’s just more postmodernism, Glenda. How can it possibly matter?”
Diana Moone, Living Well.
“It’s just more postmodernism, Glenda. How can it possibly matter?”
Diana Moone, Living Well.
Why do we hesitate?
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
“If you will just shut up, Judith, I’ll give you a twenty. Crisp and clean. Okay, then, a fifty!”
Heywood Wakefield, The Humdrum Demon.
The very notion that one is ethically superior excludes a person from that status. It disqualifies.
Chalmers van Nest, The Trivial Quadrivium.
“He owns a Kandinsky or two, a large full-length portrait of a young woman by Kirchner, and an important Warhol from the mid-60s. He is absolutely loaded, of course.”
Nicholas Crisp, Unfit for Murder.
Eventually it will seem as though we had been bewitched into believing that there was something called the internet.
Brendan Sander, Speaking in Wonders.
Upside down
is prince as clown
is swim as drown
is sticks as town
is grin as frown
is blue as brown
Up sighed “down”.
Patrick Malmsey, Collected Poems.
“I attack materialism. I mock all forms of sophistication. I expose the hilarity (and the mystery) of the written word. That’s about it.”
Dennis Waverly, A Woman in Gray.
We’re soccer thugs
And we’ll turn your lugs
And steal your bloody tire, sir.
We’ve got sad mugs
And like great jugs
And we will earn your ruddy ire, sir.
E. E. Bynum, A Thump Upon the Head (and Other Poems).
“Personally, I don’t think that a bathroom requires a chandelier. But there stood Candace, ready to insist on one.”
Park V. Kessler, Nearly Happy.