Featured Lit Spit
by Arthur Hailey
...to my brain thanks for being my sink to soak
and remove stains replace pain and point the blame
from blacked out blanks i've allowed to wane and
wash away with the rain your bank account is full
of attention and I was well paid off with an agreement
on position to war is evil people are stupid and
syllabize has a definition you were a synonym
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The Lab of D.H. Lawrence
by Serban Brebenel
It was as if his usage of the various scenarios
and characters in his stories allowed him to toy
with the ‘what ifs’ within his socially
restrictive world. If real life did not allow
him to experiment with variables, and to witness
the outcome of different hypothesis testing, then
a novel could serve as a great laboratory.
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Women
in Love
A Review of the Novel by D. H. Lawrence
by Serban Brebenel
The two men, Gerald and Birkin--at first glance,
they seem rather ‘gay’. Consider
the scene where they get drunk and decide
to wrestle…then decide that wrestling
naked would much better do the trick. Afterwards,
they fall asleep in each others arms. I know
what most have gotten or will get from that
scene, but what did I see?
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Regional
Highlight:
by Dasan
Ahanu
A 6'7" Black male in strolls along Hillsborough Street effortlessly blending into
the backdrop. With his tall slender frame, one could casually receive him as an NCSU
basketball player, out for lunch between classes. Only a non-receptive stranger would
stock such a clumsy association. A sincere look at him, and you know right away-that
this is no baller. This is a poet.
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I
wanna be slam sexed
to be tricked and booked
and shocked and cooked
I wanna be pimped by the lastest open
mics
to be ready and prepped and wet for sessions
at an utterance
thinking more than one way to nakedness
sounds to pen-y-trait so deep
to evoke whistles and oohs and aaahhhs
craving the real height of word-orgasm
and from the front and the rear..in..my..ear
so evil to leave me perusing
I am so enticed by your pertinacious ways
ideas creepin and creepin like wavelike
muscular contractions of
the alimentary canal
tubular structures where contents are
forced onward toward the
opening
everything you say is just so perfect
even when it's bullshit
rhythm schemes like easy water-flow
flooded with your memories to make my
own
and then leave me panting
talkin 'bout damn he was good
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