Welcome to the August 2008 issue of Defenestration. It’s new and improved and deemed fit for human consumption by the Guild of Literary Magazines and Fishmongers. As you can see everything is very, very different from the way it was back in the day (“back in the day” meaning May, for those of you keeping
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1. Yeats walks into a room backwards and turns slowly. 2. Yeats likes the suspense of the thing. 3. Upon turning, Yeats will say, “Hi, fuckers!” and you will wave. You always wave. 4. Yeats, upon doing it with a woman for the first time, insists that she thereafter call him “Butters”. 5. At various
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Money should be used for useful things: pants-less man servants, spinning rims, and perhaps a gold and diamond encrusted pizza. Money therefore should not be applied to bone-crushing soul-crunching Caribbean medical school debt. When I first received my beginning payment for my loan, I immediately thought, “I’m going to have to start to hook every
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Hell (from The Fall, Camus, tr. Justin O’Brien) I am an immaculate skeleton. I smell of dead leaves and furniture wax. I prostitute gulls with the help of alcohol. Tosser (from The Odyssey of Homer, tr. Richmond Lattimore) I hope my wife is not too drunk yet: she has the only key to the house.
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My beard Spreading eternally over the surfaces of my face The wide plains, the rolling hills, the tiniest crevices. Never ceasing to grow. Except for that one time when I accidentally shaved it off. My beard is like the fall. As autumn leaves cascade groundward at the faintest breeze, So fell my beard into the
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