I remember about a year ago I went to Zeno’s first open-mic and bombed so hard that one of the comedians actually said to half the room, “This guy’s the worst.” And they were right, nothing that I said was funny and I’m pretty sure that the host, Tom Plute, never wanted me back. 71 more words
Today we can choose how we receive our information.
We can choose who we follow on twitter. We can choose what news stations we watch. And we get to choose where and when we consume that information; on the go with smart phones or tablets, at home front of the TV, through conversations we have. 519 more words
I’ve wanted to branch out from just writing about Buffalo to more pop culture criticism-type stuff for a while now, and I can’t think of a better place to start than a retort to… 2,265 more words
‘What we mean by the power of poetry is itself far from clear. For a particular reader, caught in the contingencies of space and time, and guided by expectation, training, and ideology, only a few poems, perhaps, will seduce or explode with that full force of which poetry is capable; but those that do so pose a challenge to our accounts of language, of meaning, and of action that we are a long way from meeting.’ 451 more words