by Leora Jasper “Isn’t Shakespeare, like, irrelevant?” In front of me sat a blonde Justin Bieber facsimile whose limbs hung over the sides of the chair like the exposed, overgrown roots of a willow. Feet adorned with Nikes, chest emblazoned with Champion, they sipped a hot chocolate above a perilously positioned pair of new whiteContinue reading “The Futility of Argument with a Sixteen Year Old Nincompoop: A Case Study”
by The Deity The Gadfly Symposium is pleased to announce a new addition to our creative team: Biróg. Biróg will write on topics related to culture. She will bring her unique perspective on socio-cultural issues in media and common social practices. Some readers may wonder if the site’s resident Deity mistakenly abridged Biróg’s name. BirógContinue reading “Introducing New Subordinate: Biróg”
by Dash Owens To pass the early, empty hours, the ghosts went over to Antonio’s house. Antonio lived in the brownstone he died in 59 years prior. He was exactly what a ghost who lived with his great-grandchildren should be: toothy, broad smile with a poof of inconsistently thick grey hair. He wore the frayedContinue reading “Unfinished (Chapter 8)”
Attendance: The Deity, Leora Jasper, Dash Owens Location: The steps of the Brooklyn Public Library at Grand Army Plaza Note-Taker: Dash Owens [It was a chilly February afternoon, but the kind of beautiful winter scene where the sun illuminated the sleek ice and crusty snow lining pedestrian walkways. TD, LJ, and DO rested their feetContinue reading “Meeting Minutes (2.20.21 at 3 p.m.)”
Attendance: The D***Y, Leora Jasper, Dash Owens Note-Taker: Leora Jasper Location: Prospect Park, Brooklyn. The Symposium creators met at Grand Army Plaza masked and prepared to make a full loop around the park. TD: I think we need to talk about Twitter. DO: Do you see where we are? It is a beautiful winter wonderland.Continue reading “Meeting Minutes (2.20.21)”
by Dash Owens Maeve tried to make friends. After the horrific first meeting with the clerks, Maeve told Edward she had no interest in returning to the library or doing any favors for the clerks. Edward seemed unfazed. “When you have eternity, nothing is permanent,” he stated impersonally, which Maeve found chilling. Like most ofContinue reading “Unfinished (Chapter 7)”
by The Deity I break my long silence to commemorate the death of the late, great Rush Limbaugh. The Presidential Medal of Honor recipient will be missed. Just kidding. I parted the clouds this morning because I have been thinking about the grand pleasures of television depicting the so-called “Middle” Ages. (Middle of what, exactly?Continue reading “A Voice From The Whirlwind (2.18.21)”
by Dash Owens “The inside of the library doesn’t match the outside,” Maeve mused as she moved up the Brooklyn Central Library staircase with Edward. Speaking still took time, but she found she had a lot more to say. It helped that she was shocked at the bare ugliness of a building she once esteemedContinue reading “Unfinished (Chapter 6)”
by Dash Owens The period between 3:30 and 6 a.m. was the trickiest. Few were watching television or listening to the radio or reading books during this time. Mary left for work around 6:15 every morning, and Maeve usually followed her. Sometimes Maeve got caught up with the insomniac or she discovered an early risingContinue reading “Unfinished (Chapter 5)”
by Dash Owens First time reader? Check out chapters one, two, and three. Maeve first met Mary when she was still a teacher. They met at a staff happy hour and shared a car home. While they waited, it began to rain. They rushed under the canopy of a nearby apartment building, at which point Mary declaredContinue reading “Unfinished (Chapter 4)”
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