Or How Americans Learned to Stop Worrying and Forgot the Bomb.
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Or How Americans Learned to Stop Worrying and Forgot the Bomb.
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An Eros Encyclopedia by Rachel James sometimes feels like an autobiography of an eros. Sometimes it feels like a set of dream reports or a chorus of voices or a set of transmissions from a lost diary somewhere on earth. There are snippets from a play, too—voices in a psychedelic choir that pop up with the minimalism and verve of Aram Saroyan. It is, without a doubt, one of the most moving debut collections of poetry I’ve read in years. Stunning, electric, shimmering, unclassifiable. “Collection” might not be the right word. The individual pieces—fragments, I would say, if they weren’t in their individual ways so radiant and contained, so each complete—all without titles, cascading across 150 pages moving from prose to song to sardonic but sweet aphoristic quotes that turn the whole idea on its head, like:
Now I am a rock far away from the shadow of an idea
—exiled piece of mountain
Mark Gillespie looks at the chaos and death the US unleashed on Iraq following the invasion in 2003—and why we need a new movement against war.
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Some people want a life partner who’s the perfect adult: always on top of the lawn care, the taxes, and who to vote for in the next municipal election.
Me, personally? All I want is a lover who makes every moment fun and hilarious. That’s why my dating app bio says, “Please don’t take life too seriously!”
When I meet the woman of my dreams, she’ll be a goofball, a rascal, and a fun-loving troublemaker—in that order. I can just picture our first date. We won’t greet with some awkward, straitlaced hug. We’ll instinctively do a fist bump, leading into a fist kaboom, leading into finger birdies, leading into a pirate dance, leading into a light make-out.
We won’t care about that dumb biographical exchange that normies love: “What do you do for work? Oh, do you like teaching? Any siblings? Thoughts on Roth-IRAs? Favorite toothpaste?” Stop, because I need to kill myself.
Instead, my date will smile deviously and say, “Guess where I’m from.”
And I’ll say, “Is it… terrestrial?”
And she’ll say, “Not exactly.”
And I’ll say, “In that case… Glorp glorp glorp glorp.”
And she’ll say, “Glorp glorp. Glorp?”
March 20th marks the 20th anniversary of the US-led invasion of Iraq. The ensuing war and occupation resulted in, in all likelihood, more than a million deaths and saw the Iraqi state smashed to smithereens. It sent shockwaves reverberating around the wider region, greatly strengthening the terrorism it professed to be combating. A month before […]
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