Krucoff told me I was supposed to write something but I’m pretty sure it’s better for everyone to read things that are good instead. Things like these:
We wanted more. We knocked the butt ends of our forks against the table, tapped our spoons against our empty bowls; we were hungry. We wanted more volume, more riots. We turned up the knob on the TV until our ears ached with the shouts of angry men. We wanted more music on the radio; we wanted beats, we wanted rock. We wanted muscles on our skinny arms. We had bird bones, hollow and light, and we wanted more density, more weight. We were six snatching hands, six stomping feet; we were brothers, boys, three little kings locked in a feud for more. - from “Lessons” by Justin Torres for Granta
Good for thunderhead days when the heat hangs
like a hangover and the clouds run backwards
and respite is a shadow at noon.
- opening lines of “Claudine’s Famous Sangria Without Ice” by Bridget Menasche for Fiddleblack
Ellen looked around. All her trademarks were infringed on by this separate, other left-handed girl, this plagiarized Ellen, who felt just like Ellen did. Copycat, they both thought, but they knew better than to say it, fearing that the other might say it at the same time. - from “Choir Practice” by Abby Frucht for Narrative
My body is just another cell in an enormous fabric, a uniform blanket of skin and fluids. Impossible not to kiss someone, says a friend. Here you only breathe collectively. I try to inhale the rarefied air but can’t. Panic begins to set in and I think of the organized bodies on the other side of the Atlantic, until there isn’t enough oxygen for my brain, my limbs loosen and I give my body permission to be part of an anonymous mass and mingle with other bodies until it finds one that really appeals to it. - from “Blazing Sun” by Tatiana Salem Levy for Granta, translated by Alison Entrekin
Girls Against Boys, Tropic of Scorpio. 1992, made in France, I have no idea why. Adult Swim Records. Tons of people my age remember this record. Absolutely nobody, I don’t even know if anybody in their 20s has happened across this record. Why would they? How are we gonna figure out a way that we can not browbeat you and tell you that you’re a fucking idiot for never having heard this record, which isn’t even that good, but that you should take the time and just check it out.