Warning: the following is semi-educational and may trigger acute ornithophilia. Come to the dark side, my friends- we have little fuzzy dinosaurs. The author would also like to note that she is not liable for any injuries sustained from smacking your head into a tree because you were staring at a bird. Photos from the National Audubon Society.
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Lit Lit: The Argonauts

“I would give my life for The Thrill. WRITE THAT DOWN.” –Corn Mush
WE’RE ALL BOATS
Lit Lit is a segment I host here on The Thrill in which I get someone lit (interpret that as you will) and then that someone chooses a work of literature and gives me a summary and quick discussion of the themes of that work. This time, I had the pleasure of getting two people lit, who will be referred to throughout as Tomato Rake, and Corn Mush. Both Tomato and Corn will be talking with me about The Argonauts by Maggie Nelson, a work of “autotheory” which I will soon find out what that means. Our dialogue is written in plain old font, our actions in italics. Continue reading