Kit Harington will not love
my posts on Facebook. The scent
of Kit Harington’s curls
will not leave me lightheaded.
Jane spurns the bill and takes the wallet instead. Finally, George arrives at work. He smiles, puts his feet up and goes to sleep. So is it funny because Hanna-Barbera has just called women money-grubbers and men idiots?
Mary had been convinced that generics were a scam, their black and white packaging meant to make us think they were worth less than the name brand. She refused to be party to that level of deception, so wouldn’t buy them, no matter how cheap or how good the sale.
and I draw on a piece of paper that’s next to the phone
and he says ‘aren’t you lucky to have a nice daddy’
and it was obviously a dismissal
and he says, ‘I’m going to have trouble squeezing my head out the door’
Ali put her hand on my shoulder and stopped me. I turned to look at her and she put her other hand on my other shoulder.
“Congratulations, Zach,” Ali said to me. “You are officially stoned.” She didn’t say anything else for a while, she just stared at me as if looking for something.
If you like stubborn, you’ll like this dude. Notable qualities: really slow on the uptake, sneaky good in bed, consumes the most drinks at the illegal sex club while dancing terribly. On the other hand, he does defeat the hunter Remiel in single combat.
and we who wander earthbound ache ache ache to catch that
thin silhouette against the afternoon sky
blinded with jealousy
Clementine is someone etched into our brains, a pain we are too eager to rid ourselves of. I not only wanted to be Clementine, to have her hair, but to be with someone like her in the future, queer and whimsical as I was. At 30 years old, I did, finally, try the deluded experiment of love, and it was just as wild as Eternal Sunshine made it out to be, just as brilliant and mind bending and loving.
You will never be easy or beige, or able to wear white
without spilling wine and words all over yourself.
There will always be one hair out of place, waiting
for a lover or friend to tuck it behind your ear.
when I first saw her, she looked
like a tiny god
sitting on top of a stack
of playboys, old library books
What if he should remain calloused? He knows the flakes he sheds
are useless. The callouses are beneath the skin.
Tarantino used to give a shit about art
but now he knows he won’t get paid for any of it.
Greg handed the envelope to Lynne. She recognized the handwriting immediately—she had done exhaustive analysis on it at the Agency. It was hers, there was no question, and though the package had been signed, Lynne did not need to see it to know she was looking at the work of Carmen Sandiego.
We watched with horror as Bugs was shot by Elmer Fudd, only to see him wink at us as he lay on the ground. Our fear was suspended for one hour each Saturday morning; no one would die and no one would suffer. There is no real pain in the world of Looney Tunes.
I could write yet another letter about how much we love pop culture, how much pop culture saves us, how nice it is to lose ourselves in a book or movie or music, but you know... we're all living it. Who among us didn't start this lock down with Tiger King?
On-screen The Killer is any active shooter
white boy with greasy hair, and I’m bored.
In the dream your hands are very large.
It’s 3 AM, and I’m on the phone with 24/7 customer support
just to talk to someone.
for us, no Santa's Little Helper
dashing through the door, no father
& child bonding at a race track. only
chinese take-out & mom popping pills.
FILM / Finding the Sacred Among the Profane: The Black Dahlia / Sean Woodard
Film Editor Sean Woodard goes down the mean streets of Los Angeles to uncover the seedy underworld of Brian De Palma’s adaptation of the James Ellroy novel, The Black Dahlia, for April’s “Finding the Sacred Among the Profane.”
FILM / Captain Canada's Movie Rodeo / April 2020 / Gabriel Ricard
Gabriel Ricard makes the case for subtitled films in his latest Captain Canada’s Movie Rodeo!
By the sixth grade I had devoured all of Judy Blume’s books. But I was still blissfully unaware of Forever until word got around the schoolyard that Judy Blume’s latest book had been banned by The Powers That Be. The subject matter was scandalous, filled with graphic descriptions of teen sexuality and—gasp! Birth control!
I will always consider myself privileged to have grown up during the golden age of Nickelodeon in the early and mid ‘90s.