Shreddin'

My kids someday will be doing stuff I’ll never understand. People ten years younger are already leaving me in the dust.

If you haven’t already, check out Andy Riverbed’s blog. He doesn’t update often, but when he does, it’s an event. Embedded music, translations, links to his own work, links to other people’s work. In a lot of ways, this is better than a literary journal, it’s more of a magazine. Punk rock aesthetics. I’m especially enjoying his new collection up at Read Some Words, a journal I haven’t heard about until now but which publishes some poet I admire. The poems inMissed Connections and Casual Encounters were all published originally in that cool journal Craigslist. Public performance at its finest.

Now Madore’s Dispatch has incorporated audio, with original songs included with each issue. Issue 14 gets me excited because the author, Ian Singleton, is in the writing portion of the grad program I’m a part of, and I’m pretty good friends with the girl who edited the piece. He’s also getting his work out there.

And somewhere down the road, once I get Mark Baumer’s new book. Wait, Mark Baumer has a new blog about life as a getting-paid member of the Brown University MFA program?

“We are selfish and feel entitled to add to the world's clutter. It is our right to do exactly what we love, and to do it as well as we please.”