NPM Daily: Natalie Eilbert »
Natalie Eilbert’s poems have appeared in or are forthcoming from Tin House, West Branch, Guernica, Spinning Jenny, Colorado Review, Bat City Review, Linebreak, The Journal, and elsewhere. She lives and writes in Brooklyn, where she is a founding editor of The Atlas Review (
You should read Natalie’s essay. And the others.
Everyone is doing their best; hence, things are terrible.
Steampunk, the wet dream of Obama-time, acts twee and old fashioned while it sails smugly over the oceans of dead labor that got us here and sweeps the messy reality of progress out of sight.”
—
Evan Calder Williams, Combined And Uneven Apocalypse
looking at you, Bioshock Infinite (haven’t played it yet, probably will play it, but it seems an easy guess, no?)
Aw damn
God damn, Based God
You got bitches, aw damn
Free Gucci Man
Well damn, my partner told me
He said, B: You gon’ die with bitches
He said you got bitches on deck, B
He said you a god damn pretty boy
I’ma die with 30 bitches on my dick
100 bitches on my dick
30 bitches on my dick
I got bitches, cuh
Aw damn, I got bitches
Aw damn, Based God, pretty boy
Aw damn, I got bitches, aw
Fuck
(via summeromegadeth)
I just saw a baby on the street weeping into a bag of McDonald’s fries. Guess what kid? It only gets worse.
EL-P - DRONES OVER BROOKLYN
You better stay aloof when the troops move
or suicide booths soothe
The who’s who of looters shoot, the bullets go zoom zoom
Your pain is the porn, pal, they pay to pop plain shit
It’s faded, it’s more foul than famous, it’s hot sinSee also:
Unmanned Flight: National Geographic takes a look at the future of drones in America
Romancing The Drone: How Flying Robots Are Invading Pop Culture
(Source: criminalwisdom, via hungryghoast)
detail from a very long scroll painting completed during the TORONTO 24 Hour Drawing Performance at Double Double Land by Arrington de Dionyso on January 30 2013
Yay, “Anatomy of the Monster” gets a high five on FictionDaily. Woohoo!
the future of home entertainment folks
#MouthFuckingAgapeInAbjectHorrorForTheRestOfMyLife
Go to McDonalds to end commercial.
Work at McDonalds to end commercial.
Have heart failure to end commercial.
Wonder why you are this way in particular and not another way, when others are not this and are instead that, to end the commercial.
Look at your children in despair to end the commercial.
Try laughing and having fun and ‘being in control of your choices’ to end the commercial.
Say McDonalds to end the commercial.
Say McDonalds to start the commercial.
Natalie Eilbert’s poems have appeared in or are forthcoming from Tin House, West Branch, Guernica, Spinning Jenny, Colorado Review, Bat City Review, Linebreak, The Journal, and elsewhere. She lives and writes in Brooklyn, where she is a founding editor of 






