It’s sad that you think
that even women on the moon
would turn you down. Ouch.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Ashbery: Kevin Again Struggles with 20th–Century Poetry
Perhaps I’m being
obtuse, but WHAT THE FUCK DOES
ANY OF THAT MEAN?
obtuse, but WHAT THE FUCK DOES
ANY OF THAT MEAN?
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Malory: Polysyllabic Arthurian Assholes
Turns out “Guinevere”
and “Launcelot” are hard names
to cram into a
and “Launcelot” are hard names
to cram into a
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
More: The Purges Will Begin on Tuesday
My ideal kingdom
has just one law: no pants. And
no fugly people.
has just one law: no pants. And
no fugly people.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Poe: It’s Not the Same Usher? Oh, Nevermind
The saddest part is
that there’ll be no more hot beats
to mac ladies with.
that there’ll be no more hot beats
to mac ladies with.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
H.D.: Well, That’s Not Actually Poetry
Look—I can be an
Imagist, too: seashell, moon,
tree, Amen, anus.
Imagist, too: seashell, moon,
tree, Amen, anus.
Friday, July 13, 2007
The Faerie Queene: Elizabeth, Age 63, Lacking Teeth and Hair
There is not enough
allegory in the world to
make that bitch pretty.
allegory in the world to
make that bitch pretty.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Shelley: But Then Again, You Never Did Anything Good For Humanity
I wish it was you
out there on that rock, getting
your liver pecked out.
out there on that rock, getting
your liver pecked out.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Langland: Reason #3,428 Why My Life Is Nothing Like "Piers Plowman"
In my dreams, I don’t
see Jesus—just the usual
face-eating monkeys.
see Jesus—just the usual
face-eating monkeys.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Franklin: I'll Get You the Money By Tuesday, I Swear
I can see why you’re
on the twenty, Ben: you’re a
dick about money.
on the twenty, Ben: you’re a
dick about money.
Monday, July 9, 2007
Ellison: From the White, Male Establishment
Mister Narrator,
on behalf of us all, I
want to say: our bad.
on behalf of us all, I
want to say: our bad.
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Wycherley: Mrs. Pinchwife’s Infidelity Is Just…
More proof that I should
keep locking Jessie in the
basement while I’m out.
keep locking Jessie in the
basement while I’m out.
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Fielding: Three Things I Have In Common With Tom Jones
A generous heart,
dedication to friends, and
a love of titties.
dedication to friends, and
a love of titties.
Friday, July 6, 2007
Thoreau: It Doesn’t Count As Ownership If You Borrow Everything
Henry: Bring back my
axe, you mooching, lazy fuck.
--Your goddamned neighbor
axe, you mooching, lazy fuck.
--Your goddamned neighbor
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Keats: Little Known Historical Fact
TB didn’t kill
Keats. Chuck Norris did. In a
rhymed-couplet cage match.
Keats. Chuck Norris did. In a
rhymed-couplet cage match.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Stoppard's Arcadia: Why Never to Read the Production Notes
All I can see now
is Bill Nighy plowing an
eighteen-year-old girl.
is Bill Nighy plowing an
eighteen-year-old girl.
Monday, July 2, 2007
Sir Gawain (1): I’m Glad It Wasn’t My Feast
If a guy came to
my party and got beheaded,
I would poop myself.
my party and got beheaded,
I would poop myself.
Sir Gawain (2): King Arthur Is So Lame
No, it’s cool, Gawain.
You go. I’ll hang out here with
the wenches. Peace out.
You go. I’ll hang out here with
the wenches. Peace out.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Clarissa: My Marginalia Begins and Ends on the First Page
No no no no no
no, good fucking god, no more
fucking Richardson.
no, good fucking god, no more
fucking Richardson.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
The Scarlet Letter: Explanatory Notes Really Ruin My Enjoyment of the Text
Oh, I get it: that
“A” stands for adultery,
not “anal rapist.”
“A” stands for adultery,
not “anal rapist.”
Friday, June 29, 2007
Woman Warrior: Sometimes, A Direct Quote Is Far Better Than Anything I Could Possibly Write
He used to put his
naked penis on the dinner
table, laughing.
naked penis on the dinner
table, laughing.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Othello: Sometimes Auto-erotic Asphyxiation Goes a Little Too Far
Doth Othello need
to choke a bitch? Forsooth, he
needs must choke a bitch.
to choke a bitch? Forsooth, he
needs must choke a bitch.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Tennyson: The SparkNotes Summary of “In Memoriam”
Too bad I never
get to cup Hallam’s perfect
balls ever again.
get to cup Hallam’s perfect
balls ever again.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Moby Dick: It’s Whatever You Want It To Be
The white whale is a
metaphor for a giant,
shiny, wet ----.
metaphor for a giant,
shiny, wet ----.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
The Wanderer: I'm So Ronery
Waaaah waaaah. Look at me:
No one likes me. I’m so sad.
Why? I smell like poo.
No one likes me. I’m so sad.
Why? I smell like poo.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Beowulf: Thanks, but I Think I’ll Sit This One Out
Who wants to get messed
up on mead and beat up
monsters...or women?
up on mead and beat up
monsters...or women?
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Dryden: Why His Political Philosophy Never Really Caught On
Hooray, monarchy!
Fat, ruthless kings are clearly
looking out for us.
Fat, ruthless kings are clearly
looking out for us.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Browning: My Last Duchess Goes Very Well with a Glass of Chianti
What happened to my
last wife? I sure didn’t kill
and eat her. No way.
last wife? I sure didn’t kill
and eat her. No way.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Walcott: A Brief Commentary on the Marginalia in my Library Copy of “Omeros”
To the person who
wrote that a swallow is a
“lizard:” You’re brilliant.
wrote that a swallow is a
“lizard:” You’re brilliant.
Monday, June 18, 2007
The Wife of Bath’s Tale: I’d Hit That...Wait, No, No I Wouldn’t
Hey, baby, you look
hott in dem scarlet hose. Damn,
but you old. No thanks.
hott in dem scarlet hose. Damn,
but you old. No thanks.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Donne: ...I Guess That Explains the Rash
That flea sucked on us
both. Wait. My mistake. That was
a prostitute. Neat.
both. Wait. My mistake. That was
a prostitute. Neat.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Swift: Culinary Suggestions, Courtesy of "A Tale of a Tub"
Would you like some of
my brown loaf? No? Well, then go
fuck yourself, coat-boy.
my brown loaf? No? Well, then go
fuck yourself, coat-boy.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Faulkner: Somebody Needs to Buy a Good Time for the Slow Guy
Everybody gets
some, except for Benjy. That’s sad.
Hush, retarded dude.
some, except for Benjy. That’s sad.
Hush, retarded dude.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Tristram Shandy: Who Says That Books Don't Teach Us Anything Useful?
Something Laurence Sterne
taught me: Keep your penis
away from windows.
taught me: Keep your penis
away from windows.
Saturday, June 9, 2007
York Mystery Plays: How I Imagine Every Medieval Text That I Read
Guy playing Jesus
Has no teeth. Gross. That’s how the
Middle Ages roll.
Has no teeth. Gross. That’s how the
Middle Ages roll.
Friday, June 8, 2007
Pope: Dryden's Mini-Me
Pope was a short name
for a short man. That poor, poor
midget. Still—screw him.
for a short man. That poor, poor
midget. Still—screw him.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Herbert: How Thee Delight Mee
Nothing says, “Hi, I’m
a religious poet” like
the phrase “taste my meat.”
a religious poet” like
the phrase “taste my meat.”
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Middlemarch: It's Minor Eliot
Middlemarch: dudes, chicks,
marriage or something. Who cares?
I didn’t read it.
marriage or something. Who cares?
I didn’t read it.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
A Long Day's Journey Into Night: It's the Best Thing to Do with $6, Really
Jaime bangs a fat
prostitute. Good for him. Hope
he enjoys the clap.
prostitute. Good for him. Hope
he enjoys the clap.
Monday, June 4, 2007
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Hello, Summer!
Nothing says fun like a seven-page, single-spaced reading list covering every major work of English literature from Beowulf to Beloved. Measuring up to something in the neighborhood of 13,000 pages, the Master's Exam Reading List is its own private hell. And then you actually have to take the exam itself. Oh, frabjous day!
To save my own sanity--and to delight my brothers-in-arms (or whatever voyeurs might happen across this blog)--I will be posting daily haikus here for the next two months. They will be about the books, the authors, and just the general feelings of warmth and fuzziness that arise from reading seven or eight hours a day, every day, for two months straight.
Bon appetit.
To save my own sanity--and to delight my brothers-in-arms (or whatever voyeurs might happen across this blog)--I will be posting daily haikus here for the next two months. They will be about the books, the authors, and just the general feelings of warmth and fuzziness that arise from reading seven or eight hours a day, every day, for two months straight.
Bon appetit.
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