March 2012
53 posts
February 2012
37 posts
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Writers! Deviants! Friends! As the members of our dislocate staff are making their last-minute preparations for the 8-hour MegaBus schlep to Chicago, we want to happily remind you of all of the awesome stuff we have planned for our time in the Windy City.
How to Find Us: Although dislocate …
WE DO THE INTERNET WELL.
classical records - department of eagles
i forgot what it was like to vomit. vomit is a word i have used often to talk about writing. darkly mining your shit, puking what glitter you do manage to find down there. it might be an even more accurate description than i realized. your eyes decide to leak too. your face is full of blood just underneath. your body is reversing itself and that is full of pain. your body is failing and the...
(found this shouting in my inbox)
KING’S RAGE, stone-maned, out front.
And the prayers up in smoke - pain-driven stallions, the vigilantes untamable, servile: psalmhooved, singing out over o-, o-, o- penleafed Bible mountains, toward the clear and clattering, the brute buds of the sea.
-Paul Celan, from Breathturn
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a peterbd sighting!
like a tiny deer spot, internet mystery peterbd has once again wondered into my e-mail yard. i would like to pet his head and give him a sugar cube. i’m writing some poems that you can read into a small bus that will match the color of your scarf. it will have at least twelve seats and it will only play songs about fruit colored light.
here is what he says:
i was forced to watch sex and...
“Imagine walking into a place, say a mega-chain copy shop in a strip mall. It’s...”
– John Jeremiah Sullivan, on David Foster Wallace (via sometimesagreatnotion)
hold on - yellow ostrich
“Henry does resemble me, and I resemble Henry; but on the other hand I am not Henry. You know, I pay income tax; Henry pays no income tax. And bats come over and they stall in my hair—and fuck them, I’m not Henry; Henry doesn’t have any bats.” -John Berryman
how do you february? i think about painting sloppy poems i’m not capable of writing on myself. i like the sensation of something that has dried to your skin. when you move, there’s tightness that reminds you.
i wave my eyes around hopelessly. i try to get them to imitate the way february stretches. there is something that makes a february back lengthen.
i pull more than ever...
Molly Prentiss made a writing playlist for the MFA... →
i know i’m always trying to sell everyone on how cool the MFA blog supposedly is, but this, really, is exceptional. molly is wonderful and you should read this and feel good in the face and heart.
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”I like how poems can convince you of something without communicating the exact nature of that thing they are convincing you of.” -E. Mullany in an interview here.
anti-pioneer - feist
continuing to wear it...
bet these two have an impressive sweater...
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fireworks - animal collective
a song that shifts...
maple leaves - jens lekman
i’ll believe in anything - wolf parade
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