By James Stephens, circa 1916. Versions vary slightly in punctuation; this text is taken from The New Poetry: An Anthology, eds. Harriet Monroe and Alice Corbin Henderson, 1917.
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Am I making a dumb joke or some kind of statement or do I just like the word hidalgo? It’s mostly the last one.
These days, of course, Germany is very proud of Kafka, even though he was Czech. I’m told he is often praised for the “purity” of his German. Awkwaaaaard.
War in Heaven, Day Two
Satan invents the gun, the loyal angels respond by ripping up hills and throwing them. I think it’s clear who has the brains in this war.
War in Heaven, Day One
I save the stix grin for when I want someone to look especially devious. I believe I haven’t used it since this comic featuring my friend Batty.
The next time you’re tempted to suck face with your partner in a public place, think of those of us down here in Hell, where we’re horny all the time.
What the what, it’s in color! This is an improvement on an old comic. That’s Satan musing on the Earth from the very outermost shell of the cosmos, as in Book Three of Paradise Lost, lines 418–422: Mean while upon[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…









