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Also, trying to get some research done kind of catapulted me into senseless blog-reading mode, which I haven’t gotten into a while, but I’ve noticed the same fucking arguments are still being made about MFAs, although this one is new, and funny:

Top 5 MFA rankings rearranged

a really fucken interesting article about gurlesque, a term Arielle Greenberg came up with to talk about the poetic works of contemporary female poets who are all working on lush, kitschy, tacky, poems concerned with sex, glitter, and the juvenile.

clearly, i am researching some shit to talk about for my mfa thesis which is due in 2 weeks–anyway, greenberg lumps matthea harvey, chelsey minnis, and others into this category and basically talks about how it a response to growing up in the 1970s and 1980s and the poetic “possibilities” females have since it is now sociallyacceptable to broach such matters

and excerpt:

And I should say here that the term Gurlesque came from three socio-historical strands that I see unite in this poetry: Mikhal Bakhtin’s theory of the carnivalesque,[6] in which commonly accepted roles and ideologies are turned on their heads for pleasure and humor; the teasing glamour and self-conscious parodies of sexuality in burlesque performance (which is itself enjoying a revival among young feminist artists right now[7]); and the riot grrrl punk/political movement of the early 1990s,[8] in which young women reclaimed both misogynist language—writing “brat” or “cunt,” on their bodies with markers—as well as “girly” costuming—knee-high socks and plastic barrettes—to call attention to the ways in which the mainstream and punk cultures dismiss girls.

An drawing of Phorusrhacos, a giant prehistoric bird by Charles R. Knight published in Animals of the Past, 1901.

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For your all’s information (one person), I woke up an hour early today to “do work.” But, my phone’s been broken, and they mailed me a cheap replacement, under the condition that I send my old shitty phone back.

Stupid, shitty, POS phone hadn’t been working at all, especially not the alarm, which caused me to oversleep one of my Rhetoric sections. So I packaged POS phone in the package AT&T sent me, with their free tape, and free postage. At 8:30 this morning the alarm started going off.

Because I am cheap and don’t want to fuck up the free postage label, I first tried burying the box under blankets and coats and getting on with my morning doodie business. That did not help. It continued to ring and ring. So, I fiercely banged the box against the wall. That tended to work for about five minute intervals.

After short-lived periods of beautiful silence, I started to notice the harder I banged the box, the longer my old POS phone would silence itself. So I bashed it a good handful of times, and then swiftly went to the Post Office, and mailed that shit. So, I’m wondering if, as I write this, some pissed off mailman or truck driver is driving down some painfully boring highway, with steam coming out his ears, listening to my alarm. Or if at 8:30am tomorrow morning, some truck driver or other such post man, will be wonder what the fuck asshole left the battery in their phone.

If I were that mailman, I would just throw the box out the fucking window. Which worries me. Because I don’t want to have to pay full price for a phone.

Canadian expert claims new da Vinci drawing found

i’m not sure if it’s been 100% confirmed, but all i know is the person who bought it paid around $19000 and its estimated worth is $150 million if it’s really davinci’s.

someone in my workshop linked me to this electronic chapbook called A Mixtape Called Zooey Deschanel by a duud named nate slawson–it’s pretty cool if you’re into the whole fusion of poetry & media–kind of a niche thing but worth peepin’