Quite fittingly, I spent my first (and last) royalty check from Invisible College Press on a sixer of Southern Star Conspiracy Theory IPA and a pack of Luckies. AMS retrospective to follow, eventually.
Things said or heard tonight:
"There's a rat in my jacket"
"Snakes are for babies"
Whoever is announcing the opening of the winter Olympics in Korea is patronizing as fuck, and I bet they don't even know it.
My car smells like jackfruit.
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an attempt to collect everyone’s blogs - so as to not let precious non-commercial content go unread and unnoticed - is likely the only time i’ll ever ask:
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Nineteen dozen libertines came from the foothills of the Granite Quarry Parking Overlook.
Al's Quick Stop for all your falafel needs.
Cat nicknames, vol. 1: Inspector Wizard; Youth; Old Bones.
From Chaudfontaine came seventeen dozen leather-fucking roustabouts.
Sci-fi book club always rules.
New Allagash EP! Canadian alien abduction thrash rules.
I just had a dream so weird and annoying that I woke up from it three times. At least this time I remained awake.
So long, Ursula.
I admittedly haven't done too much digging, but it seems that the Brazilian poet João da Cruz e Sousa, some of whose work I'll be translating and reading for an event next month, hasn't been translated into English before. He appears to be fairly well-known in Brazil (as far as 19th century poets go), so I'm a bit surprised, but at the same time I'm not, since Portuguese ranks woefully low on the list of languages translated into English.