Miscellany

  • A frat boy adapts T.S. Eliot’s “Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” (“And remember our night in the HiHo Motel/And that wack restaurant with bad oysters. Hell!” Noted elsewhere: “This goes nicely with its brother-parody, The Wastedland.”)
  • Doonesbury on Intelligent Design. (“Holy Flat Earther! It’s White House Situational Science Adviser Dr. Nathan Hull!”)
  • Spam poetry is looking remarkably good these days. (“Elizabeth you siren me, coriander/ glasswort you alveolus me, chocks.”)

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