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The Week We Went For It
In anticipation of Big Ten football season, we threw the fourth-down Hail Mary this week.
We did something unpredictable. Counterintuitive, even. You know how a lot of fundraising calendars showcase scantily clad women? We went with dudes. Top that, with your standard-issue bookstores and sidewalk sales.
Houston, home of Richard Levy, the Houston Poetry Slam and Devin the Dude, has incubated some great poetry. But that was too mainstream for us. We weren’t even interested in its mediocre poetry. We demanded the worst poem in Houston.
Aside from Nâzım Hikmet, poets don’t spend nearly as many words on Hiroshima as they do on certain other national traumas. We opened up about it.
We celebrated the sight of an unapologetically highbrow, experimental journal getting coverage in The New York F’n Times: Namely, erstwhile rock critic Alexander Provan’s brainkid Triple Canopy. Three cheers for awkward group photos! Actually, let’s throw in a fourth cheer, and maybe Provan won’t put us all to sleep with his drone music.