What It Means Again To Write
· REMINGTON GRAVES ·
Satie, I summon thee, thy ivory keys… Miller, must thou metamorphocysts cower in this modern age, grand sir? Chanting now, Oh Chandler! Art thee shamefully…
La Divina
· REMINGTON GRAVES ·
I don’t need the money, dear. …
There Is No God
· PENN JILLETTE ·
I believe that there is no God. I’m beyond atheism. Atheism is not believing in God. Not believing in God is easy— you can’t prove a negative, so there’s no work to do. You can’t prove that there isn’t an elephant inside the trunk of my car. You sure? How about now? Maybe he was…
“Man as just another animal…” Is Not All, or Man Up and Own You
· REVEREND CAMPBELL ·
Act I – Your Word I love playing baseball. As a kid I joined local leagues and had a blast riding my bike across town to play. I lived in a very small LDS community at the time and it was safe to…
Some Like It Hot
· REMINGTON GRAVES ·
The gym was infested with festering phonies and drooling-on-dullards—these otherwise daunting dames. Television screens high above near the exposed ceiling displayed a myriad of mesmerizing shows for the huffing-and-puffing mare and minion. I had my headphones, as I pushed mildly on the elliptical machine, and listened to one of my favorite albums: And Still Wanting…
On Going Bald
· REMINGTON GRAVES ·
It’s been a mortifying matter of a multitude of years, this falling out of love between my locks and I; I noticed the shiny, shitty spot on my scalp as I ran the comb through my hair as it collected clumps of polishing pomade. The ceiling fan caused a break in the gleam and summoned…
On Kicking The Nag
· REMINGTON GRAVES ·
My foot hurts from time to time and especially in the winter time, as I have a long frustrating history with kicking dead horses. No, not literally, of course–I love animals, hence why I’m vegan. What I mean is, in the past, I have invested quite some time in terribly turning minutes into hours discussing…
Notable Speeches
· GARY YOUROFSKY ·
https://youtu.be/es6U00LMmC4
Antonin Artaud
· REMINGTON GRAVES ·
“There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.” –Antonin Artaud My first encounter, if one can call it that, with Antonin Artaud, was with a scene of a…