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Jul
6
Song in Plaster: The Hollies, “Bus Stop”
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Blue Suit, Red Pocket Square: What’s going on over there?
Blue Suit, Green Pocket Square: We’re not quite sure yet. Doesn’t look good.
Blue Suit, Yellow Pocket Square: It’s that boy with the paisley bowtie and bowler hat who doesn’t wear a watch.
BS, Red: And the girl?
BS, Yellow: Some tramp.
BS, Green: Quite Read more
Jul
3
Song in Plaster: The Kinks, “Two Sisters”
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- I haven’t smoked in a very long time.
- It’s like falling off a bicycle. Any one time might kill you. Have one.
- I will.
- I think I heard one of the kids.
- I’m sure you did. You should be quieter.
- You should stop pouring those.
- Horses make me so sick now.
- I dream about breaking their legs for fun.
- They deserve it. They ought to Read more
Jul
2
That’s the way things were then. You had your girl. You had several buddies. You had a bully. But Vitter changed all that. He added the existential crisis for us. He tossed that particular block of concrete through our rice paper fusuma. Big rock through heedy membrane. We weren’t the same. The bully grew a couple heads and became principal. We watched the ascent of the bully, statesman to president. First two headed president, while we’re all getting a little sick of firsts. Sickest of all are our girls.
Vitter, though, he wasn’t the bully. Vitter punched a hole in Read more
Jul
1
“Would you like tea?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“Would you like coffee?”
“I’m good.”
“Well . . . “
“I mean, I don’t need a beverage. As far as beverages go, I’m good.”
“Well . . . tell me about this.”
“It’s about unrequited love.”
“That’s good. That’s one of the 12 great themes.”
“So, it’s about that but it’s also about rivalry between brothers.”
“That’s another of the 12 great themes. Jacob and Joseph Read more
Jun
30
Song in Plaster: Lambchop, “Sharing a Gibson with Martin Luther King Jr.”
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And so Jason out in the wet, what’s he there for? He goes this way and that, backforth crossing the street. He’s checking the store signs, but the rain gets into his face when draws back the man his hood. Craggy Jason face looking out, thick nose jutting from the hood, jammed like a carrot there in the middle of the stew.
He’s beckoned by the inner voice, the happy wifely command echoed. The week is long and the work is hard, she says and he knows. He sets out in a car, but while driving he hears a tune he once sat to in a car with a girl that gave him a feeling like three handfuls of tar running the vein course to his heart. And he loses Read more
Jun
29
Jeff sat with the book in his lap. Tori sat with her book on the arm of the couch. The commons building sat in the middle of the campus.
Jeff did not look at his book, but looked instead at Tori. Tori looked across her book at Jeff. The commons building looked at the chapel just past the art building.
“How’s Marquez?” Jeff asked Tori. “Just fine. How’s Calvino?” Tori asked Jeff who shrugged. The commons building posed Read more
Jun
25
Rollo did not want to. Tunn and Dip were all for it. Fan was for it as well.
- I’m not the sort to even take a shirt off at the beach.
- We are not the sorts to care, they said to Rollo.
- I have definite opinions about witnessing the male nudity of others, and definite opinions about displaying my own male nudity.
- What other opinions could you describe for us? Tunn asked
- I believe that the good Lord gave us shame for a reason, and look what happened to Ham.
- Look what happened to Adam and Eve, naked and sinless. But, we’ll be here in the dark, naked and sunless, Dip said and took off Read more
Jun
25
Song in Plaster: The Mamas and the Papas, “Do You Wanna Dance?”
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I think that it’s our turn.
I hope you’re wrong.
Put your hand here.
I thought it was here.
Not there, here.
It’s dark.
Tomb-escent, I’d say.
We should have made the t-shirts glow in the dark.
As though it’s of no expense.
But worthwhile.
I wonder.
They’re wrapping up.
Put your hand here.
I thought Read more
Jun
24
Song in Plaster: Dent May, “I’m an Alcoholic”
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“I’m studying. I need to finish this paper. I have a full two pages of Virgil translation due tomorrow. I have to read the rest of the Quixote. But there’s nothing wrong with having a taste of Southern Comfort, just to slide into things.”
“I’m going to have to get back to things here, but you’re wrong about CCR. I don’t care who else loves them. It’s just good music. Objectively good. If you don’t like CCR and The Beatles and Bob Dylan you just don’t like music. That’s obvious. Oh, this is black label?”
“I have never heard such a thing. I have never heard such Read more
Jun
23
Her hair in a fine mist, vapor around her head, she stretched hands down to his sides. His stony face expressed nothing about his sleep, his mouth closed tight. Over him, leaning her face down, feet planted bare on the grass, pink in green, she thought of herself as a mythological tree awakened by this boy’s loveliness, and moved in turn to wake him with branches, twigs tickling his underarms. She sent spider shivers Read more
