Saturday, June 16, 2007

Legends of the Hook

According to the grapevine, the esteemed Mr. D.R. Tyler Magill is getting wed this evening in Charlottesville. I was not an acquaintance of Mr. Magill's, but was familiar with both his legend and his great works--writings in the Yellow Journal, bringing a vital sense of chaotic energy to what could have been the wholly fusty environs of the Glee Club, the creation of Slag Battery Blowjob. All sorts of things. He strove everyday to make UVa. an exciting and weird place. You could say, he fucked its ass into the twenty-first century.

In tribute to the man, I am reprinting and example of Magill's fine work--two of his finer pieces from a collection entitled, "The Poetry of George Welsh."

The Gut Check (Song of the Calipers)

You there...
#66, Dixon,
Have you looked at yourself,
Son?
I've seen you over there
in that Bryant Hall dining room,
Son, gorging yourself on eclairs and puff pastry.
Do you think Steve Emttman even knows
what eclairs are?


Now drop and give me twenty.


Futility, In and Of Itself

I think,
on third and 26,
you've got to
just run it up
the
middle. Between the tackles,
that's my bread
and butter.

Gotta surprise the other team, Frank.
Nothin' as surprising
as Way coming at you.
Especially if you're
not
expecting it.


Hee. Okay, one more:

[That Sweet Ineffable Reason]

that sweet ineffable reason,
franK. i t allboilsd o w nto
FOR THE LOVE
OF MIKE, P.J.,
RUN WITH IT! RUN WITH IT!
oh, nuts, oh nuts &

Oh, nuts.


frank, get the iodine.

frank?



o nuts.



Anyone have the Complete Yellow Journal online? If so, email!

1 comment:

jhcudlin said...

Yellow Journal? Slag Battery? Good grief. You must be one of only six people who would care about such things. After me, and Tyler, that leaves three.