I don't think you can buy "Chapters" in the U.S. yet, but you can read just about everything at Instagram, here, including this:Book’s out now. Link in bio. This sort of thing. 🐬 pic.twitter.com/JrB0PduW7F
— Tim Key (@timkeyperson) November 6, 2023
And you can buy "The Incomplete Tim Key: About 300 of his poetical gems and what-nots" (from 2015)(and using that link, you'll send me a commission).
ADDED: Why Tim Key came to my attention: He was a guest on the new episode of "The Frank Skinner Show" podcast.
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Whoever Tim Key is, he rates a shiny new tag.
I'll grant you, this first post seems very Althousian. I reserve judgment on him, though, until he gets more than one entry.
Geez, and for some reason (I'm guessing because my husband wasn't home last night and I was watching Persuasion, apparently in a slightly cultural mood) I had Edna St. Vincent Millay's Well, I Have Lost You running through my head every time I woke up through the night.
But by all means, let's read about a c*nty ant who can carry a big bottle of cider. Sounds like a gem to me!
And speaking of Millay: my favorite is The Singing Woman From the Wood's Edge. Wonderful cadence and so mischievous. As rhythmic as Gunga Din. When the movie Maleficent (one of the few live-action, "baddie is now the goodie" remakes I actually like - Wicked is not among them, thank you) came out, it reminded me of this piece.
Tempting. Amazon suggests I might also want to order an instruction book for playing 'Old-Time Hawaiian Slack Key Guitar,' and for once Amazon might be correct.
With the lamented exception of Norm MacDonald, stand-up comics should avoid this sort of thing.
Remember that awful decade when everyone's parents had moldering paperbacks of Woody Allen jokes in their bathrooms, for toilet reading?
I only know Tim Key through the game show "Taskmasters." He was one of my favorite contestants because he cheated shamelessly. If he got caught, he'd just laugh and say, "yeah, you got me."
Based on that single page, Kafka has nothing to worry about.
Thanks for the tip, Ann. I love creative, fun reads. You've pointed us to a few of them over the years. Read through a couple of samples of his books on Amazon. Not bad. It didn't turn me away. I might have to dive into one.
Brautigan redux. Or reflux.
Hard pass.
Thanks Tina for reminding me of Allen's classics.
sorry, i'm a prude
And don't care for adult language
Unless it serves a purpose
I find authors who use
it
when its unneccessary
are
usually limted cunts
with limited minds
Gawd, I wish America had at least one poet.
"I wish America had at least one poet."
O, for the days of Richard Armour and von Drehle.
Narr: I guess it isn't fair to put Woody Allen books into the same category of the truly awful bathroom reading of the time: I have found both R.D. Laing and Jonathan Livingston Seagull in the loo.
"Jonathan Livingston Seagull in the loo"
God! I'd forgotten about that trend!
Narr said...
Brautigan redux. Or reflux.
That's amazing...that was my first thought, too. Haven't read anything by him in 50 years, but the minimalism is evident.
Is it time for a Rod McKuen revival? (Speaking of Woody.)
Back in my party-hearty days, the bathroom reading most likely to be encountered at my friends' places was The Journal of Irreproducible Results.
More prophetic than they knew . . .
The older folks usually had Reader's Digest.
Thank you for the link, Jamie.
Way more thoughtful Thant cu#ty ants.
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