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November 15, 2011 - by Mr. Shay Tasaday, Editor in Chief

THIS MONTH’S VERSE: To wit, we begin our issue with two flashback poems: Mr. ern “mistletoe” modern contributes a poem that is a progressive work, one which more than decisively affirms, as one might expect, the juvenility and maturation of this extraordinary journal’s mise-en-scène. Mr. Roger Unrequited‘s poem allows one to view the world in context of a post-racial, socially mediated age and its arrival as one of the multitude of outlets exemplifying Eliot’s “gaywad intellectuals.” For her part, Ms. Callie Cardamon jarringly apposes a sense of exultation with a sense of theater re: roast beast. Similarly, tender, young Mr. Joshua J. Mark‘s work illustrates a historic breakthrough technically and compositionally, as well as being loaded, like Shakespeare’s better work, with tragic and metaphysical portent. Meanwhile, Mr. Richard Tyrone Jones sheds light on a post-suburban landscape that embodies the technocratic discipline of, say, the father in Family Ties or Nancy Pelosi. En fin, Ms. Amy L. George writes with admirable clarity and concision on a subject of extreme complexity, with poi.

IN PROSE: Cleverly apropos of current cultural memetics, Ms. Kat Wopat sharply defines a stunning moment in literary tradition based strictly on a jaundiced cynicism. Apropos of nothing, Mr. Adam Vatterott journeys back from the future to demonstrate a teachable moment involving illusory superiority and Judeochristian mythology. Selflessly adrift in the world of classical medication, Mr. Bernie Keating attempts to encompass the destruction of identity politics amid the howling of global and virtual precepts.

IN CLASSICS: Our patron saint, Mr. William McGonagall debuts here, with a loverly, rhymerly bauble.

5 Comments »

  1. Oliver Bleakly — November 19, 2011 @ 8:20 pm

    My work explores the relationship between multiculturalism and unwanted gifts, such as chlamydia. With influences as diverse as Kierkegaard and Joni Mitchell, new synergies are generated from both orderly and random structures in my poetry. Ever since I was a sexual adventurist, I have been fascinated by the theoretical limits of the sex and table surfaces. What starts out as vision soon becomes corroded into a manifesto of fertility, leaving only a sense of undefined and the chance of a new order. As temporal phenomena become undefined through frantic and torrid critical practice, the reader is left with a new agenda of the limits of our existence. Would you like to meet for dinner?

  2. Nathaniel Kinkole — November 20, 2011 @ 8:15 pm

    This Blog was most helpful, your ideas are straight to the point, and the colors are cool too. My journal is about Dingleberry Review. We publish poetrty of the very best kind. We hang out at Ralph B. Dingleberry Community College, Butt End Landing, Minnesota.

  3. Brad — November 24, 2011 @ 8:34 am

    My spouse and I came right here after an ab-ripping bout of lovemaking in order to settle an argument: Which of us is prettier? Angelina thinks it’s her, which I think is sad. I mean, who did Robert Redford hit on at the People’s Choice Awards? Her brother-loving ass? No! Me. We had a big fight that night, and I went home with George Clooney.

  4. Mr. Green — November 27, 2011 @ 1:23 am

    I heard a couple of guys talking about this in the New York City subway, so I looked it up online and found your page. Thanks for the work you’ve put into this. I’d love to save this and share with my friends, Mr. Blue, Mr. Pink, and Mr. Plaid. Achoo!

  5. JLo Fan — November 27, 2011 @ 8:39 am

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