I want to allocate more writing time to other projects, but I enjoy writing the daily News Poem. I hope that it defrags your mental hard drive as much as it does mine. Exploring the news through poetry has become a way for me to examine my own prejudices and false consciousness, because poetry is the core of my being and news is something grafted on to that like some prosthetic. It's a meta-narrative that probes for vulnerable parts of one's psyche and exploits them for the sake of its wielder. Personally, I'm stunned how much bullshit I accepted--if only because new bullshit is predicated upon old bullshit. So for me, the news poem serves as an anti-Medusa mirror or a laser-pen I can shine at the black helicopters. So I'll see how long I can sustain this. Running Toylit is enervating. Not just the writing, but also the promotions and associated performance art. It's probably not worth all this effort, but I'm a writer which means that I already don't have a practical bent of mind.
In short, buy my book and nominate me for a Shorty Award: http://toylit.blogspot.com/2011/01/nominate-toylit-for-shorty-award-in.html
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Saturday, January 22, 2011
Saturday, October 02, 2010
You Know You Love Toylit: Go Tell a Friend
I've been at this for 2/3s of a year. You core readers have been great; I've learned lots from what gets you to read more & what annoys you. I'd like for you to help me out again; get a couple of literary or news minded friends to check out Toylit. I truly consider you guys genuine tastemakers; I mean, you've stuck around Toylit despite the dearth of recommendations for it. I promise I'll keep trying to bring you a satisfactory, daily, anti-news reading experience. I just need a reminder it's not all in vain. Thanks.
-KW
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-KW
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Friday, September 17, 2010
#CombatWords is on, right now
http://combatwords.blogspot.com
I'll post some CombatWords poems in a little bit. You could support the site while you're waiting--I have some stuff to do first.
Even David Bowie agrees:
So does Frank Black.
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I'll post some CombatWords poems in a little bit. You could support the site while you're waiting--I have some stuff to do first.
Even David Bowie agrees:
So does Frank Black.
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Wednesday, August 25, 2010
This is the new format: if you dislike it, let me know. Also:
1) Let me know if this version is buggy. People were complaining that the old format was messing w/ their computers.
2) Turns out Toylit's been around since 2000. So sez Alexa. Now I don't even need to dig up an old copy of Toylit to scan & prove it.
3) If you're a fan of Toylit, remember to promote/support it. Takes a few clicks & lets me know you appreciate it.
4) News poem in a few hours.
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2) Turns out Toylit's been around since 2000. So sez Alexa. Now I don't even need to dig up an old copy of Toylit to scan & prove it.
3) If you're a fan of Toylit, remember to promote/support it. Takes a few clicks & lets me know you appreciate it.
4) News poem in a few hours.
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Sunday, April 11, 2010
Dying Inside [Twitter Found Poem April 11, 2010]
Dying Inside [Twitter Found Poem April 11, 2010]
PSchammy tomjeltsch wilw ChelleB1217 hellolittlelove Msz_Dallas Daboyis2fly WeAllSupportJB NancyDenofio ARTweestic LBrown0824 outofshell apemanb elasticfate DEVORA_XL martinfernandes TrapMisses202 AmberCanFlyy areofilm dahuntsr
Ima Hustla...I Can Sell Salt To A Slug.
It's the perfect weather for curling up
and dying haha
A CHILD BURIED TODAY
can save a dollar tomorrow
or 1 million years from now!
Off to work! Gotta make that money!
The Lord will perFECT that which concerns me
i'm hoarding... eleventybillion dollar
a day for the rest of my life
We are all interested in the future
Shamanic studies & doing nothing
i'm Buried Alive
I'm not the lucky kinda that get weekends off!
running hot, whirring away
Hope its faster then yesterday!
ONE TIME can never get old,
I'm definitely dying inside right now.
Silly Twitter
Sailing to Byzantium is for chumps.
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PSchammy tomjeltsch wilw ChelleB1217 hellolittlelove Msz_Dallas Daboyis2fly WeAllSupportJB NancyDenofio ARTweestic LBrown0824 outofshell apemanb elasticfate DEVORA_XL martinfernandes TrapMisses202 AmberCanFlyy areofilm dahuntsr
Ima Hustla...I Can Sell Salt To A Slug.
It's the perfect weather for curling up
and dying haha
A CHILD BURIED TODAY
can save a dollar tomorrow
or 1 million years from now!
Off to work! Gotta make that money!
The Lord will perFECT that which concerns me
i'm hoarding... eleventybillion dollar
a day for the rest of my life
We are all interested in the future
Shamanic studies & doing nothing
i'm Buried Alive
I'm not the lucky kinda that get weekends off!
running hot, whirring away
Hope its faster then yesterday!
ONE TIME can never get old,
I'm definitely dying inside right now.
Silly Twitter
Sailing to Byzantium is for chumps.
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Khakjaan Wessington,
Robert Silverberg,
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Twitter Found Poem
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Beyond Comprehension of Ordinary Men [Twitter Found Poem, April 10, 2010]
Beyond Comprehension of Ordinary Men [Twitter Found Poem, April 10, 2010]
Re: Webimpulse The12Apostles joskidiesel adamndut johnnyA99 akatetime pooper333 Ivan_Kwan lovey_cakes OrneryDictator Shoq dandelionfuzz papalockett davidbmetcalfe papalockett cmoney8311 ThaDaywalka mrdlindsey mslperry ashbash513
Bieber set his face on fire today
I won't be surprised if he strips that skin and cries
“Spread global warming
I am Dragons”
I won't be surprised
if you let fear take over your dreams
and you wake up sober.
We are all hungry
Pol Pot was a history teacher
Hitler was a vegetarian painter
but no one wants to go get anything cuz we are all lazy
I am so into Temptation treats.
I can eat those crying babies next to me...
Really...35 children are enough.
Who cares about those children?
I think it's more important that I'm able to eat.
I cares about games
the Mating of Dragons
Pol Pot Hitler Abortion global warming
food and sex
let fear take over your dreams
Spread global warming
think about food and sex
If you not suckin n fuckin den bye!!!!
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Re: Webimpulse The12Apostles joskidiesel adamndut johnnyA99 akatetime pooper333 Ivan_Kwan lovey_cakes OrneryDictator Shoq dandelionfuzz papalockett davidbmetcalfe papalockett cmoney8311 ThaDaywalka mrdlindsey mslperry ashbash513
Bieber set his face on fire today
I won't be surprised if he strips that skin and cries
“Spread global warming
I am Dragons”
I won't be surprised
if you let fear take over your dreams
and you wake up sober.
We are all hungry
Pol Pot was a history teacher
Hitler was a vegetarian painter
but no one wants to go get anything cuz we are all lazy
I am so into Temptation treats.
I can eat those crying babies next to me...
Really...35 children are enough.
Who cares about those children?
I think it's more important that I'm able to eat.
I cares about games
the Mating of Dragons
Pol Pot Hitler Abortion global warming
food and sex
let fear take over your dreams
Spread global warming
think about food and sex
If you not suckin n fuckin den bye!!!!
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Drink from the Toylit,
Fuck you I'm a dragon,
Khakjaan Wessington,
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Twitter Found Poem
Friday, March 26, 2010
Garden of Eaten [Part 2, News Poem March 26, 2010]
Garden of Eaten [Part 2, March 26, 2010]
Who stumbles up the snowy mountain, drunk?
Who starts in afternoon?
Who leaves his flashlight on the bedroom trunk
While seeking nature's boon?
And sweating on a cliff of hardened ice
Accepting death by chill;
Who praises deadly peaks and chills that slice,
When storms deplete his will?
In darkness we're conceived—in dark, I slouched.
And blind I reached the room
Upon a peak of blizzard, shelter-couched—
Inside a wooden womb.
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Who stumbles up the snowy mountain, drunk?
Who starts in afternoon?
Who leaves his flashlight on the bedroom trunk
While seeking nature's boon?
And sweating on a cliff of hardened ice
Accepting death by chill;
Who praises deadly peaks and chills that slice,
When storms deplete his will?
In darkness we're conceived—in dark, I slouched.
And blind I reached the room
Upon a peak of blizzard, shelter-couched—
Inside a wooden womb.
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Thursday, February 25, 2010
Why Turkey's Not Chicken [Bonus News Poem, Feb 25, 2010]
Why Turkey's Not Chicken [Bonus News Poem, Feb 25, 2010]
“Dated from November 2002, shortly after the AKP won its first, landslide election victory, they include proposals for a number of actions intended to create the conditions for military intervention, including bombing two mosques in Istanbul and "arranging" for a Turkish air force jet to be shot down in a clash with Greece - all to create the conditions for military intervention. “
--Jonathan Head, BBC 20:48 GMT, Thursday, 25 February 2010
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/8537775.stm
What man who drove a tank could sleep with branches knocking on his wall,
When Stalin ruled the SSRs and thoughtful folk were worked to bone?
And Kennedy was almost shot by Generals who claimed his balls
Were blue like royal blood. They wanted nuclear war to keep their zone
On global maps from turning red. They much preferred to char a clan,
A town, a land—the map remains pristine and kids might learn the lies
That start the wars to come. Instead, somewhere in Washington, they plan
Another way to bilk those paying tax. Recruited working spies
They lied on television, tried to start a war and yet the Turks,
Not Yanks, prepare to punish those who dodged their duty, shirked their work.
We say America is special. Jerks. We're jerks with friendly quirks.
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“Dated from November 2002, shortly after the AKP won its first, landslide election victory, they include proposals for a number of actions intended to create the conditions for military intervention, including bombing two mosques in Istanbul and "arranging" for a Turkish air force jet to be shot down in a clash with Greece - all to create the conditions for military intervention. “
--Jonathan Head, BBC 20:48 GMT, Thursday, 25 February 2010
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/8537775.stm
What man who drove a tank could sleep with branches knocking on his wall,
When Stalin ruled the SSRs and thoughtful folk were worked to bone?
And Kennedy was almost shot by Generals who claimed his balls
Were blue like royal blood. They wanted nuclear war to keep their zone
On global maps from turning red. They much preferred to char a clan,
A town, a land—the map remains pristine and kids might learn the lies
That start the wars to come. Instead, somewhere in Washington, they plan
Another way to bilk those paying tax. Recruited working spies
They lied on television, tried to start a war and yet the Turks,
Not Yanks, prepare to punish those who dodged their duty, shirked their work.
We say America is special. Jerks. We're jerks with friendly quirks.
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Friday, February 12, 2010
New Feature. Toylit Taste: A Refreshing Drink From the Porcelain Throne
Enemies of distaste, rejoice, for Brad Neely (more likely his operatives) has reactivated Creased Comics.
Why should you be excited by such a hive of villany and brain-shoes? Because Kenny Winker knows how to cook.
Because you can burn your house, it's okay to go crazy.
Because being aggressive separates fail from win.
Would you like to know more about Cat People? Brain Fucklers? Secret Wizards? Loving Dead Women? Need to understand America now?
So there. Go fuck your head up and then come back here for refreshments when you're done. I'll see how long I can keep you folks entertained this evening (we'll see if I can cook up another News Poem today).
Warning: Rated Arr!
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Why should you be excited by such a hive of villany and brain-shoes? Because Kenny Winker knows how to cook.
Because you can burn your house, it's okay to go crazy.
Because being aggressive separates fail from win.
Would you like to know more about Cat People? Brain Fucklers? Secret Wizards? Loving Dead Women? Need to understand America now?
So there. Go fuck your head up and then come back here for refreshments when you're done. I'll see how long I can keep you folks entertained this evening (we'll see if I can cook up another News Poem today).
Warning: Rated Arr!
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Drink from the Toylit,
Kenny Winker
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