Hello, hi, and welcome to my Pity Party! Coats can go in the bedroom. Hey there! Please check your positive attitude at the door. Thank you for coming! So good to see—well, no—mainly not-good to see you, all of you, smiling. But still, let’s get this party started! Let’s get this thing in motion! Let’s initiate the nonstop meaningless crying over the Broncos’ defeat.
I’ll be the first to admit: this year so far has not been The Best. It isn’t as bad as last year, and it’s easier than what I expect of next year, but yeah, nope, 2014—what are we, a month or so in?—has been tough. [...]
While going through the March 2013 issue of Poetry to figure out who to spotlight this month, I found myself chuckling happily at three different poems by Dan Brown ("Nose Job" and "Girl-Watching" and "Judo") because they were…funny. Well-crafted, obviously, and written by an experienced hand, but just…funny! And it's rare, you know, for modern poets who write for adults to turn their hand to funny poems, generally. We used to have the Dorothy Parkers, and Larkin allowed himself some dry yawps from time to time, and there's the whole world of nonsense rhymes, but most of them have gone the way of the dodo.
— A chubby toddler. It would have been an angel, but heaven is merely a construct to distract us from the inevitability of death.
— Tub of Ben and Jerry’s Chubby Hubby. To calm you down when you start thinking about whether heaven is merely a construct to distract us from the inevitability of death.
Frank Lesser envisions Tattoos for the Terrified, and Lisa Hanawalt illustrates.