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Three guys that talk about literature and say yes and stuff.

 

What is Wordsworthing?

 

Wordsworthing in the purely objective sense is the culmination of a group text by four friends (then three) that spans the course of YEARS. In a way, WW is a keyhole view into the world, our world as friends, for the past four years at least. It's like we kept a group diary and now we are allowing people to see new pages, periodically, that we have written and torn out for display. To get farther into the abstract, WW is noticing the umbral dashes trailing the rocks strewn across the evening face of the sidewalk, it's picking out the brassy, "yank yank yank" of a red breasted nuthatch as she calls across the human transportation noise, it's the absolute refutation of Facebook meme happiness and all those who would follow that false idol. It's fucking passion, it's akin to the "WHUMP" of a gasoline fed fire, but one in your soul. It's entering your soon to be lover's apartment for the first time. It's sitting down to a page and beginning. Finally, it is a reason to move today's scheduled suicide to a more convenient time- tomorrow.

What is our Vision for Wordsworthing?

 

Wordsworthing is not a website or a podcast, not a blog or a magazine. It is a belief that Art (and yes that is a capital A) is worth doing the work, the hard work that can leave you raw and questioning your senses. We believe in the honesty of this work; it's absence is a betrayal to which we will not be a party. So we have chosen to launch this enterprise to do the work, to search for others who believe and then to put our fucking backs into it until the Art is uncovered. And then we will give it to the world, without a warning label, and dare all to gaze upon it. Because it is going to hurt you, at least a little.

 
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We've got three branches here at Wordsworthing:  Podcast, Blog, and Literary Magazine.  Take your pick, they'll all plunge deep into you and leave you feeling around in the dark, looking for your glasses, and wondering if your underwear will be returned to you at a later date.

Current avenues of consumption

Watching:  Stanley Cup Finals

Music:  Jefferson Airplane

Reading:  Wordsworthing Submissions by You

Drinking:  Space Dust

 

Watching:  Veep

Music:  Lord Huron

Reading:  Consider the Lobster by David Foster Wallace and Wordsworthing Submissions by You

Watching:  Fargo

Music:  Nils Frahm

Reading:  A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway and Wordsworthing Submissions by You

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What peeps of the world are saying

 
I’m thinking that the dead brother from NPR’s Car Talk was reanimated and he brought back Hunter S. Thompson with him and they got together with the other brother from Car Talk, the one who is actually alive, and they gobbled some acid and decided to talk about literature. They were only given one mandate: incorporate the words “fuck” and “shit” as frequently as necessary. Hilarity ensues!
— D. Stevenson
If I was a big-ass goddamn phony then I’d listen to this, but since I’m not I won’t waste my time with these phonies because they’re about the goddamn phoniest of phonies I’ve ever heard.
— Holden

Honk honk, honk, honk, honk honk honk.
— Canadian Goose
How and why would someone break their dick, they must be super drunk or something.
— A child whose dick has yet to be broken