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March is the Month of Expectation

March 1, 2011 - by Mr. Shay Tasaday, Editor in Chief

Politically correct ethnic one-liner: Two Irishmen walk by a bar . . . on their way to church.

This month’s verse: No less entity that Mayor Mikey of Gotham has jested about the Sons and Daughters of Éire, noting that he sees “inebriated Irish hanging out the windows.” What a colorful politician! But since the Lord and Mayor of the Greatest City in the World can throw around ethnic slurs, what would prevent a humble literary journal such as ours from enjoying the same carefree attitude toward humanity. To wit, Mr. Lars Nyberg‘s newly minted St. Patrick’s Day poem is an expansive work, divulging an alienation engendered by the ingestion of garishly dyed pints. At four lines, Ms. Robin Blackburn addresses issues in the same genre, albeit distilled primarily from corn. For her part, Ms. Melanie Browne comfortably apposes a similar sense of inebriation with lament toward members of the Family Mephitidae. Barking up a similar tree, Ms. Nettie Parker Bauman evinces a larger and hairier self-cleaning materia poetica. In other matters poetic, and pastiching a Nobel Prize winner of your acquaintance, one hopes, Mr. Matt Medina sheds light on a rural landscape that resists the technocratic discipline of, say, Mammon or Scholl’s. Mr. Ryan Webb conjures up myth and psychodynamic therapy in his catchy nod to the crossroads all humans must face. Mr. John Muth writes about an appliance. And forever topical, Dr. Daniel Thomas Moran mostra la sua invidia di pene per uno dei dirigenti più interessanti di Europa. Pardon my primitive Italian! It was only one of my majors at university, and of course there was the two years I spent interning at the glass factories in Murano, never speaking a word of my native language.

In our prose selections, tastefully apropos of the earthquakes currently killing hundreds of thousands of people all of the world this year, Mr. Bernie Keating sharply defines the popular trend on his own terms. Apropos of nothing, Mr. Bill Jansen travels from New England to demonstrate the effect of illusory superiority and small watercraft. Selflessly adrift in the ether, Mr. Graham Everett stretches to encompass the capsizing of consumer society amid the swells of global and virtual high seas.

And in our  classic asinine section, Mr. James Whitcomb Riley returns, this time with a loverly ethnic bauble. Erin go Braugh!

PS: We’re announcing the imminent launch of the ASININE POETRY app for the iPhone. The FREE app will not only feature up-to-date selections of poetry and prose from this highly successful online humor journal (at least, the only one named “Asinine Poetry”!), but it will also allow readers to become part of the Asinine Poetry experience.

The app will include:
–Each new monthly issue, including poems and prose
–Every episode of the mysteriously popular Asinine Poetry podcast
–The ability for readers to record poems and submit them to be included in a future mysteriously popular podcast
–The ability for readers to submit asinine poems and stories they’ve written for consideration in the journal (fat chance, but do try)
–Asinine Poetry’s distinctive Like/Dislike poems feature, Wine or Cheese?
–Tongue-in-cheek biographies of each hack
–Easy access to the Asinine Poetry store

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