In 1909, my great-great-great Grand Uncle published an epic poem titled “Infinity ; Or, Nature’s God”
I have the book, a badly photocopied reprint with the margins cut off. To me, it reads like existentialist poetry. Maybe metaphysical poetry.
Today I found a book review from
"The first time my wife brought Glenn Close into bed, I didn’t say anything."
The wonderful Mallory Smart (@malsmart) is back in The Bulb Region today with an absurdist domestic horror about...Glenn Close.
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