But then I, a teacher, would get that money, and not whoever showed the slide deck to the admins.

The only really Catholic thing about JD Vance will be the ratline that eventually gets him to Argentina

Putting together the MJ Lenderman unit for my Heterosexual Studies course.

*Charlie Kirk appears clothed in white to a crowd of his followers*: I give you photos of my grieving children. Go, and among all the nations you shall exploit my children’s unbelievable trauma. You shall meme them to score cheap points against Pete Davidson. Do this in memory of me.

Charlie Kirk’s “doing politics the right way” meant manipulating the rules of public discourse with the goal of ending discourse entirely and replacing it with the rule of force.

I offer thoughts and prayers to Charlie Kirk’s friends and allies, in the sense that I want to be useless and ineffectual to them.

This is where the NYT barely mentions the story that a student, a legal permanent resident, was abducted by the state—at the behest of an authoritarian President with explicit ties to neo-nazis—and is now imprisoned at an undisclosed location because of his political beliefs.

Jesus, just look at us. We made 2 blood and honey movies the minute we had public domain pooh. We made Steamboat Willie fuck a railroad.

Heartbreaking: Henry Kissinger lived far too many years on this earth.

Well. I just learned that Jesus’ foreskin is known as the Holy Prepuce.

Hey man, as a poet, all I can say is what will you do with your one wild and precious life.

THE FABULOUS BRIGANDS CAME WITH WIGS ON - Decemberists guy trying to explain the Stonewall Riot to his son.

us affrilachian poets headline a reading tomorrow morning, 9:30am to 11am to open the Kentucky State Poetry Society's Annual Poetry Conference weekend with Sarabande's @kristenmiller.bsky.social delivering the keynote tomorrow at 7pm

im gonna whyle out like:

youtu.be/FsIqDxssLYg?...

I’ll be reading from The Death Metal Pastorals at Andover Bookstore in Andover, Massachusetts, on November 4, and I hope I’ll see you there!

Friends, the band name “Huey Lewis and the News” is like “Hooty and the Blowfish”: there is nobody named Huey Lewis.

A lot of poetry is “fuck you I’m cute 😚” (or “fuck me I’m cute 🥰”).

Not embracing Jim Jarmusch is an unforgivable oversight for poets.